The two bodyguards naturally listened to the master's order and pulled out the throwing stick from their waists, this thing is actually called a tactical telescopic baton, which is easy to carry and can beat people hard enough. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

They attacked Yan Zhen's head and abdomen with tacit understanding, one of them stood in front of Yan Zhen when they made a move.

"Ahnquan! You-" Jiang Meng was so angry that he forgot the words, and the thick powder on his face couldn't cover his cheeks that were dyed red with anger.

The bodyguards didn't get the order to stop, and for An Quan, who was blocking the road, they also regarded it as a trouble that needed to be dealt with, and their subordinates did not pause at all, and continued to move, cooperating with the attack on An Quan's head and abdomen.

Ahn Kwon leaned to the side, reached out to grab the wrist of the attacker, and swept one leg to the other's knee.

Yan Zhen was about to go up to help, but seeing their movements, he withdrew his foot again.

He has seen and guessed An Quan's skills, and he has guessed his identity, which is nothing more than from a state agency that needs 'force'.

But it's only been a little more than a month, and An Quan's speed, strength, and reaction time are more than twice as strong as before.

The two bodyguards are not inferior to An Quan in comparison, but two fight one, and they are still in a state of tie, so in comparison, An Quan is slightly better.

The two sticks are up and down, left and right, the angle of attack is extremely tricky and strange, and the head of the stick is the shape of a four-sided knife, which can be used as a stick and shrunk as a knife, so that the way of attack is rich in a variety of changes.

There are many ways to attack, and there is no speed as An Quan to dodge, his body seems to be a light fluttering feather, and the harder he grabs it, the easier it is for him to slip away.

Jiang Mengxin glanced around, picked up the flower pot on the windowsill and smashed it at Yan Zhen, who was watching the battle, although Yan Zhen was wondering how An Quan had become so powerful, the conditioned reflex of his body still made him notice the abnormality from the back of his head.

He squatted down suddenly, turned to the side, and then half-straightened his body, and at the same time raised his arm and knocked down the flower pot that Jiang Mengxin was holding.

The flower pot was in a state of not being thrown in Jiang Mengxin's hands, and after being beaten by Yan Zhen, the flower pot fell upside down and fell to the ground, and all the soil inside was poured on Jiang Mengxin's head.

The grizzled Jiang Mengxin was stunned at first, what happened was obviously beyond her imagination, she was a big ugly!

From being in the last days, you can know how much Jiang Mengxin attaches great importance to her appearance, and now her cherished hair and makeup that takes two hours to put on every morning have been ruined by a pot of soil......

This kind of stimulation is enough to turn any lady into a Yaksha who whines off the dirt from her head, picks up her arms and pounces on Yan Zhen.

There are fixed routines for women to fight—pulling their hair, scratching their faces, and slapping their mouths.

The first and third items were all given up by her, Yan Zhen's hair was short, and he couldn't hold it at all, and he was so tall that Jiang Mengxin needed to jump up if he wanted to pull his hair.

The slapping mouth was also inappropriate, mainly because she was angry, and it was difficult to dispel the anger in her heart, and just as her nails were sharp, she waved her hands and scratched Yan Zhen's face.

"Stop-" A bang came from the door, Xiao 7 stood in front of the door with his hands on his waist, and when several people in the room were all stunned, she raised her leg and threw out something, which turned into a white shadow and flew towards Jiang Mengxin.

The speed was so fast that the two bodyguards didn't have time to stop it, but it was enough for Yan Zhen to turn sideways like lightning, so that the white shadow shot at Jiang Mengxin's forehead.

"Oops!" Jiang Mengxin screamed, covering his forehead and falling to the sofa behind him.

A white sneaker fell to the ground, with a red check mark painted on it, and the two bodyguards couldn't fight anymore this time, so it was important to save their master first.

The two rushed to the side of the sofa and saw that Jiang Mengxin had just fainted and was not injured, except for a shoe print on his head full of dirt.

I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart, and I felt funny, the eldest lady of their family, who had been pampered and indulged since she was a child, first condescended to show favor to An Quan, but as a result, people ignored it, and then wanted to design and recruit Yan Zhen, but she was beaten into this virtue, and in an inconspicuous town, she actually made up for all the setbacks she had not encountered in the first half of her life.

"Take her back to her room." An Quan said.

The two bodyguards glanced at each other, one raised his shoulders and the other raised his legs, and carried Jiang Mengxin out.

Little 7 walked in briskly and gracefully, picked up the shoe covers on the ground and put them back on his feet, and then walked out of the door again.

"The woman's screams disturbed the people." She whispered a grumbling without looking back.

The door was closed again, and Yan Zhen was just about to speak, An Quan took the lead again: "Her father is very powerful in the north, and he still has some secret technology. ”

The implication is that Yan Zhen should be careful, he is in big trouble this time.

"Her family is recruiting troops and horses, and she wants to find someone to fight the world, so she will ......"

"I understand, he wants me to work for her family without worry!"

"Hmm."

"Then she used the wrong method, she should have eaten and drunk for Xiao 7, maybe it is still possible." Yan Zhen didn't say a word, if Jiang Mengxin could coax Xiao 7 to contribute, it would be a big help for their family.

"Either way, her hopes will be disappointed, and the one in your family is not at your mercy." Speaking of which, An Quan was still a little apprehensive, he only shot the bald head, and the remaining dozens of people were all killed by Xiao 7, which was simply a god of death who deceived the world in the skin of an angel.

The corners of Yan Zhen's mouth couldn't help but smile, An Quan was telling the truth, and he suddenly said with a straight face: "By the way, what have you experienced since you came out of Yang City?" What about potato chips? ”

"Potato chips? Yangyang? An Quan looked incomprehensible.

"We are separated from the city of Yang, and you are walking together!"

"You know me?"

An Quan is a person who is not happy, at this moment he looked surprised, it didn't look like he was pretending at all, Yan Zhen coughed weakly: "Just kidding, don't talk about it......"

"I have amnesia." An Quan simply admitted.

Then there was silence in the room for a moment, until An Quan slowly recounted his experience during this time, and things were more complicated than Yan Zhen imagined.

Ahn Kwon not only lost his memory, but also changed his body, and what bothered him the most was that he couldn't remember why he had such a change at all.

He woke up in a garbage dump in the spring market, and forgot everything except that his name was Ahn Quan.

Ordinary people were not allowed to enter the Spring Market, and he hid in Tibet for a few days, and it was those days that made him feel strange changes in his body.

But the Northern Writers Alliance was extremely repulsive to people outside the writers' group, and he was finally found and thrown out of the city half to death, and it happened that Jiang Mengxin saved him.

If it weren't for Jiang Mengxin, maybe he would really die, and later he met Hu Zhenzhen, that is, Sister Hu, in the small town, and she told him that the fragmented energy of the writer could be absorbed by ordinary people.

At the time, he suspected that his condition might have been caused by absorbing a fragment, but unfortunately, he never found a reliable evidence.