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Jiang Mi's eyes were full of cold light, and he pointed to the mouth of the alley with a sneer, "If you feel unwilling, you can go to the police station to report!" ”

Wang Huifang is just a woman from the countryside in the end, she can't read a lot of big characters, and although she also has intrigues and tricks in her head, she is basically limited to the careful eye of eating more and occupying more, and she can't compare with a former hardcore elite like Jiang Mi.

Only from the personal momentum, the Wang family was defeated.

Hearing that Jiang Mi was going to tell Yang Bokang about her youngest son selling her for fifteen yuan, Wang Huifang was so frightened that she was completely numb. It was only at this time that she realized that she and her youngest son had made an extremely stupid mistake.

Although Yang Bokang is a good person, good people also have their own things that need to be maintained. It's also scary for a good person to get angry. What's more, Yang Bokang is not a good person without principles. That's a ruthless man who killed people during the war years.

The Wang family only hopes that Yang Bokang and Jiang Mi can forget about their mother and son, but don't give their son more punishment this time because they came to make trouble.

However, Wang Huifang should really feel lucky, when Zheng Zhiwei made this mistake, Nie Weidong's demon had already followed Wu Laowei and set off to the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.

Otherwise, according to Nie Weidong's temperament, Zheng Zhiwei would have to be cleaned up with an eighteen-like appearance.

Wang was timid, got up in a panic, and planned to retreat from the front of Jiang Mi's house.

Wang Gang drove his car and stopped at the mouth of the alley at this time.

Yang Bokang is back.

"Hey, big sister, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Bokang almost didn't recognize that the woman in front of him who was covered in dust and hair was actually the Wang family of Lili Suosuo.

"No, nothing, I accidentally fell while walking."

Wang Huifang obviously didn't dare to bite indiscriminately.

Yang Bokang wrinkled his brows and glanced at Mrs. Jiang, who was holding a stick and her face was fierce.

Mrs. Jiang was so frightened that she threw the stick in her hand on the ground with a bang, pulled Jiang Xiaoyu's hand, shrank in the doorway, and laughed like a fool.

Yang Bokang glanced at Jiang Mi and Li Jiahang with a displeased look again.

"Grandpa, there was a mad dog barking in the alley just now, and my grandmother was worried that the little fish would suffer, so she took a stick out."

As soon as Jiang Mi's words fell, Jiang Mi immediately answered and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I'm worried that my good grandson will suffer." In-laws, why did you come back so late? Hurry, hurry home to rest and rest, busy all day long, no wonder it's not easy. Little fish, help your grandfather's house! ”

Jiang Lao is too anti-customer-oriented, and Xiao Yu'er is not stupid, so he went up and grabbed Yang Bokang's hand, and shouted while pulling home: "Grandpa, I scared Xiao Yu'er just now, and Xiao Yu'er was so scared that her heart was pounding." My sister went out two nights ago and almost got the bad guy caught, and I thought the bad guy was coming again. ”

"What badass?" Yang Bokang didn't know that Jiang Mi went out to play at night and encountered a little hooligan.

Li Jiahang lowered his head and touched his nose a little helplessly.

Nie Weiping stepped forward with Yang Bokang's compelling gaze and said: "Grandpa Yang, it's all my fault that I am not good, I took Jiang Mi for a walk in the park that night and met a few little hooligans, but fortunately, thanks to the help of Brother Air Canada, the little hooligans were beaten away." I haven't told you all the time, mainly because I'm afraid you'll be worried. ”

Seeing that Nie Weiping had led the topic to the little hooligan after Jiang Xiaoyu, and was afraid that he would expose Zheng Zhiwei's scandal of selling Jiang rice, Wang was so frightened that he ran to the mouth of the alley.

"Hey, big girl, what are you running for?"

Yang Bokang didn't know what kind of battle it was. Why does the Wang family look so strange today?

It's obviously like he's suffered a loss, but now it's like he's done something wrong.

"Grandpa Yang, those two little hooligans who intercepted us were found by the third child of the Zheng family. Zheng Zhiwei pretended to be Jiang Mi's brother, saying that his family was poor and he wanted to sell his sister for money to treat his mother. The two little hooligans believed it and gave Zheng Zhiwei fifteen yuan. Zheng Zhiwei followed us and identified Jiang Mi as his sister ......"

When Yang Bokang heard Nie Weiping say this, his mind suddenly buzzed.

I led a white-eyed wolf home, if it weren't for Nie Weiping and Li Jiahang to escort him, it was obvious that Jiang Mi would have suffered a big loss.

Yang Bokang didn't care about the Wang family who ran away. Anyway, he has already worked hard for the treatment of martyrs that the army can strive for. If Wang and her three children continue to mess around like this, there will be no good fruit to eat.

I heard that Zheng Zhiwei is now being held in a detention center. Yang Bokang nodded, and didn't have the idea of asking people to come out at all. Just let that little bastard be educated inside.

Stretched out his hand and patted Nie Weiping's shoulder, and the old cadre said with some seriousness: "In the future, Jiangmi's safety will be handed over to you." By the way, hurry up and ask your dad to transfer your school status to Fukuyama Middle School. ”

Nie Weiping hurriedly nodded in agreement. When he turned his head to look at Jiang Mi, the corners of the young man's mouth twitched slightly, and his smile was gentle.

However, after everyone dispersed, when he returned to the west courtyard, the young man looked at the courtyard that was casually given to Jiang Mi by Nie Weidong, but a trace of worry appeared in the depths of his dark eyes.

Where has his brother gone? Did you really follow the ugly master to southern Xinjiang?

On the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, Nie Weidong was lying in ambush with Wu Laowei on a hillside, looking at the enemy front with a telescope.

The two of them prepared to cross the enemy blockade line after dark, wade through minefields, and quietly enter the enemy's rear to carry out a decapitation plan for the enemy commander.

"Ugly grandpa, now is the era of hot weapons, pistols, submachine guns, machine guns, rifles, sniper rifles, as well as cannons, tanks, fighters, missiles, grenades, etc., modern weapons are all kind, can our martial arts still be useful?"

Nie Weidong listened to the deafening sound of gunfire in the setting sun, and spat out a mouthful of dirt mixed with the smell of blood. He felt like his eardrums were about to be shattered by the shot that had just hit.

Old Monster Wu didn't say a word, and his terrifying vertical pupils stared at the constantly blazing artillery positions on the enemy front. Every time a batch of shells came from that position, there were a large number of casualties among our fighters.

Looking at it, Old Monster Wu suddenly grabbed Nie Weidong's arm and sandwiched Nie Weidong under his armpit.

Nie Weidong was like a kite that had only been flown in the air, and he was caught by Wu Laowei and flew over countless trees and trenches.

"Oh, ugly man, it's not dark yet!"

The sound of swishing bullets, the sound of coaxing cannons, and the splashing of dirt and flesh all over the place reminded Nie Weidong from time to time that this was on a cruel battlefield, and the two of them would be finished at any time.

At this time, Wu Lao Wei was obviously provoked by the enemy's artillery. Ignoring the protests of the little apprentice, he just carried people and prepared to use those damn enemy artillery to train the little apprentice's courage.

Wu Laowei's figure can only be described as a ghost, although there is such a burden as Nie Weidong, Wu Laowei can break through the enemy's fire blockade line in the rain of bullets and bullets unscathed, and touch the local artillery position from a very strange angle.

Running to the enemy's position to assassinate the artillerymen with his bare hands was not an easy task for Wu Laogai. He was ready to hand over this task to his little apprentice.

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