The second update, not tonight.

No, Ah Shen didn't know where to pull out a long knife and put it on Zhao Jing's neck.

This long knife is similar to the kind of long knife that Zhao Jing often used in the alley fights when he was a child.

Looking at the glittering knife face under his eyelids, Zhao Jing didn't dare to continue after saying a word, God knows what kind of crazy people Long Xiaoxuan invited, and even carried a controlled knife, it seems that it is not a serious security team.

Zhao Yuan puffed out his cheeks, angrily kicked Ah Shen's calf with his little foot, and waved his small fist and smashed it his thigh, crying while smashing: "I'll beat you!" Villain! Call you to bully my dad, call you to bully my dad! ”

However, Zhao Yuan's fight did not play any role, and Ah Shen's expression was cold and did not relax in the slightest.

The incident happened suddenly, Long Xiaoxuan reacted, and was about to drink Ah Shen, but before he could speak, he heard a Buddha name.

"Amitabha!"

Bang!

Table tennis!

Two voices came out, and the little monk clasped his hands together, and there was an indescribable solemnity between his eyebrows: "Zhao Shizhu's jokes, why should the donor take it seriously." ”

Ah Shen looked at the knife that fell to the ground, and then looked at the little monk with clear eyebrows, as if facing a great enemy, his left hand held the right hand that had just lifted the knife, and he also felt a faint pain in the wrist of his right hand.

Then, a group of people in black uniforms rushed over next to him.

"Stop!"

"Stop!"

Long Xiaoxuan and Zhao Jing spoke up almost at the same time.

Zhao Jing looked at Zhao Yuan, who was crying in his arms, his face was gloomy, and he said coldly to Long Xiaoxuan: "I wish you a safe family!" ”

Then turning back, the little monk shook his head, and only said to Long Xiaoxuan: "The donor is confused, and the poor monk has also retired first." ”

After speaking, he followed behind Zhao Jing and went out.

Ah Shen picked up the knife and seemed to have something to say, but Long Xiaoxuan's face was not very good-looking, and he waved his hand at him: "Needless to say, I know you are doing your duty, keep an eye on that little monk." ”

Ah Shen nodded and continued to make his rounds.

Until the afternoon, Zhao Jing got up from Zhao Feiyan's thigh pillow, opened the curtains and looked, everything was as usual in the Long family, as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Jing shook his head, feeling a little pity.

Zhao Feiyan pulled the small quilt for her daughter lying on the sofa, and said softly, "Aren't you going to help?" ”

Zhao Jing continued to shake his head: "I didn't intend to help them, the little monk has some real skills, and they themselves turned away the savior, no wonder me." ”

"Will something happen to them?"

Zhao Jing looked at the black gas that had condensed into a cloud, and said sinisterly: "Hehe, if Long Xiaoxuan continues to insist, it will be more than a day, and at least at night, and the Long family's blood will flow like a river." ”

Zhao Feiyan frowned: "So serious? ”

Zhao Jing nodded indifferently: "Are you worried about Yunyan?" Who is she? ”

Zhao Feiyan picked up the teacup and took a sip before saying lightly: "College classmate, but I'm not worried about her, I'm just a little uncomfortable." It's like bloodshed happening right in front of your eyes, no matter how strong the psyche is, you will always feel uncomfortable. ”

Zhao Jing suddenly realized, patted his ass, and said: "Sister Yan is wise! ”

Then Zhao Feiyan picked up her mobile phone and dialed a number: "Ah Yun, make two preparations, first, Long Xiaoxuan died violently, and there will be huge changes in the prosperous world in the near future." Second, in the past two days, they have done something to Shengshi, and their big boss is not available. ”

In this regard, Zhao Jing opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

Thinking that he was a college classmate, Zhao Feiyan wanted to care about it, but found that he thought too much, this strong woman was far more indifferent than him after practicing the Sunflower Treasure Book.

Zhuang Yan was on the side, quietly listening to the conversation between the couple, and cold sweat broke out behind her back. Why would such an indifferent person be so good to her, Zhuang Yan seriously doubted that she would be ruthlessly abandoned after she completely taught the Bone Removal Fist to Zhao Jing.

After a while, Zhao Jing took out a watermelon from the refrigerator and asked Zhuang Yan to help move the two benches and put them under the plane tree at the gate. In the summer, lying at the bottom of a shady tree and eating a cold watermelon to cool off the heat is infinitely poetic.

"Burning agarwood, killing the heat, birds and birds calling for sunshine, invading the eaves of the eaves." The little monk who was originally sitting cross-legged stood up, folded his hands, took the half watermelon handed to him by Zhao Jing with great gratitude, and then shook his head and recited a poem.

"Although there is no wind lotus, you can experience the Zen without Zen!" The little monk picked up the spoon and ate the watermelon.

Zhao Jing also ate a spoonful, looking at the little monk who could eat melons and eat Zen flavor, he felt that the little monk was very cute.

"Dad, Brother Tang Seng, I'm here too!"

The little girl who woke up from her sleep after crying also ran out of the house happily with half a watermelon, squeezed on a chaise longue with the little monk, and ate the watermelon with relish with her little flower spoon, completely forgetting the unhappiness of noon.

Several black-clothed men standing guard at the door of the dragon's house looked at the three of them with a mournful gaze.

The sun is scorching, the sky is clear, why are you enjoying life while they are working hard. The evil capitalism, the evil meat eaters, do not understand the hardships of the people at all, and even have a huge stimulus for them, a kind of stimulus to strike.

Ah Shen wiped his sweat and walked to the gate, and saw this warm scene, Zhao Yuan raised the small flower spoon and waved it at him very provocatively.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Ah Shen hurriedly left this sad place, leaving a few security guards standing guard to continue to complain.

Just as Ah Shen was about to enter the house to check, there was a faint sound of collision from upstairs, and Ah Shen, who had strong ears, immediately threw himself up.

"Xiaowei, what's wrong with you?"

"Xiaowei, stop it! We are our own people! ”

……

When Ah Shen reached the second floor, he saw a security guard swinging an electric baton and attacking a group of security guards. He remembered that the security guard was Xiao Wei, a new egg in the team, and he couldn't figure out why his eyes were red and he looked strange.

Xiao Wei shook the stick and knocked several security guards to the ground, Ah Shen looked stunned, rushed up, and aimed at the back of Xiao Wei's neck is a stick.

Bang!

The sound of the handover of sticks sounded, and Ah Shen's pupils shrank, this little newcomer was able to block his attack from such a tricky angle.

The sound of the two handing over short sticks alarmed the people in the house, and a large group of people rushed up, and several security guards took advantage of Ah Shen's restraint and pounced on Xiao Wei to subdue him.

Long Xiaoxuan sat on the sofa, looking at Xiao Wei, who was almost beaten with a pig's head, with an expressionless face.

Torture seems to be useless, Xiao Wei seems to have lost his senses, and has no response to the sounds and feelings of the outside world. Ah Shen felt very frightened, in such a situation, Xiao Wei could actually confront him on a par with him, is this still human?

Zhao Jing patted his stomach, Zhao Yuan also patted his stomach, the little monk didn't want to shoot, but he hesitated for a moment before deciding to follow the pat.

Zhao Jing lay on the chair, looked at the black clouds above the Long family's house, and sighed slightly: "Tonight, the storm is coming!" ”

The little monk's expression was straight: "Amitabha! ”