The winger came to the hall, put his hands behind his back, and walked straight to the main seat and sat down. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info then looked at Jing Yue who was sitting in the guest seat below, and said, "What's the matter?" In front of his family, the wingers have always been very cold, not to mention the living, and they cherish words like gold.

Jing Yue, who sat down, said with a smile: "Jin Yue from the blacksmith shop on West Street is below, and there are some things I want to ask Young Master Bian." "Jin Yue is a pseudonym for Jing Yue. This name has always been used in Pingnan City. After all, the real name is inconvenient to disclose.

The winger listened to Jing Yue's words and said, "Please speak." "Although I haven't heard of Jin Yue from the blacksmith shop on West Street, as a well-cultivated young master, I still have the demeanor to let the guests speak.

Jing Yue paused and said: "There is an employee below, who is stubborn by nature, brave and ruthless, I don't know why, I offended Young Master Bian, I didn't want to ignore it, but I am the only bloodline of my distant cousin, and as his only relative now, I can't ignore it." Please also ask Young Master Bian to raise his noble hand, and if you have any requests, you will do your best. With that, Jing Yue arched his hand at the winger.

The winger picked up the tea and was about to take a sip, but suddenly remembered that it meant to send off the guest, and put the teacup down again. Jing Yue, who was watching from the side, was also startled, thinking that he was about to be sent away as soon as he spoke, so Meng Jingye probably couldn't get out.

OK........ Seeing the winger and putting down the cup again, Jing Yue also put down his heart. At this time, the winger said: "I saved him." ”

"Oh?" Jing Yue suddenly lifted his spirits, his brows tightened, he stood up, bowed to the winger, and said, "I hope to inform ....."

The winger said: "Eastern suburbs cemetery, Fan does not stay!"

When Jing Yue heard the name Fan Buliu, the pupils of his eyes immediately shrank, and he immediately returned to his naturalness, and Fan Buliu also knew it. The pimp noted in Pingnan City, but it is not a peach-colored business, but a gray business. Kidnapping and ransom, abducting and selling children and women, and even killing and robbing money, you can find him if you want to do it, and his reputation is also guaranteed, and he never eats black. Therefore, there are constantly unambitious martial arts people, looking for him to get a vote, live, take the money and leave, and get away for a while. He's dead. Then no one cares about you.

The path he chooses, he makes his own decisions, but he can't help if he wants to work, and he is not a fool. If you don't make a difference, you won't get a penny, and you will be killed, after all, the final income is divided evenly according to one head, one less person, you will have more money, and there are many people who are willing to be his thugs.

Fan Buliu also raised a group of people himself. Help yourself watch all kinds of businesses, and occasionally make some money part-time, if you die, if you have a family, he Fan Buliu will also help you take care of it, so Fan Buliu's fame is also well-known in Pingnan City!

Fan Buliu is very measured, he never looks for disciples of the Great Gate Sect or powerful families, at most he only attacks those rich sons, so he doesn't cause any big trouble, and he is also a good person, and he is good up and down. In Pingnan City, which was already chaotic, the people above also turned a blind eye, and it was this kind of place that was lost. If it was a place similar to Tan Longcheng. Fan Buliu didn't know how long he had been dead.

Jing Yue knew that Meng Jingye was most likely targeted by Fan Buliu. I also know that my nephew doesn't know where the money comes from, and his net worth is quite rich, so it is understandable that he is targeted by Fan Buliu! It's only come to this point.

So he said to the winger: "Thank you Bian Gongzi for your help, and please let me meet my relative!"

The winger didn't speak, his eyes stared straight at Jing Yue, stretched out his right hand, and with a slight shake, a purple ice crystal appeared in the winger's hand. Jing Yue's eyes revealed a look of shock. It seems unbelievable!

Jing Yue also stretched out his right hand, and three flames appeared on the upper right. The winger saw it. Smiled happily. Jing Yue also laughed heartily. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

After a while, Jing Yue calmed down and said, "Your Leng family also came to Pingnan City?"

The winger said: "Yes...... followed my father and came to Pingnan City, my Leng family, and only our father and son are left!" Not so cold anymore!

Jing Yue nodded, clenched his fists, and reintroduced: "In Xia Jing Yue!"

The winger replied, "I know you, Second Master of Sword Casting Villa, I'm Leng Feng!"

The word lineage made Jing Yue taken aback again, the word lineage is not casually said in the Leng family, this is not based on blood, but by bloodline, their family's ghost swordsmanship, only a special bloodline can be practiced to a deep level, and they are qualified to inherit the family business. A generation of children, only one lineage.

Jing Yue replied, "It turned out to be a descendant, disrespectful!" After speaking, he arched his hand at the winger.

The winger didn't dare to hold it up, after all, it was a century-old friend, and he also arched his hand at Jing Yue. "He's in the back room." Please!" and then stretched out his hand and guided Jing Yue, who followed his guidance and followed him to the back room.

Meng Jingye was lying on the bed, her body was covered with thick bandages, and her face was also there. The bandages were all stained with blood, and Meng Jingye only showed a pair of eyes and lips, and the lips were all white, obviously losing too much blood. His eyes were still closed, and he didn't seem to have woken up yet.

Seeing his nephew's appearance, Jing Yue frowned tightly, leaned over gently, sniffed it, and said, "This is the best medicine for the Leng family?"

The winger nodded, not speaking. Jing Yue spoke again: "Then he doesn't have to worry about it, the main thing is that his appearance can't be ruined." After all, he's my eldest brother's only bloodline!" Then he took out a small green bottle from his pocket, Leng Feng saw it, and said, "And navy blue?"

Jing Yue untied the bandages on Meng Jingye's face, applied this potion called navy blue to the wound on Meng Jingye's face, and then bandaged Meng Jingye again. Only then did he sigh and said, "The origin of raw materials is gone, and now there is only so little bit left." It's useless, it's all like cutting flesh!" After Jing Yue finished speaking, he carefully closed the cork and twisted it several times, for fear that it would leak out if he didn't tighten it.

The winger stood on the side and did not speak, but the kind of gaze in his eyes was obviously quite envious of the bottle of navy blue. After all, this kind of healing medicine that can completely repair wounds has a very low yield. The price is not small! Since the destruction of the Sword Casting Villa, the craftsmanship has been lost! There is no longer any more on the rivers and lakes, there is no source, and all the inventory on the rivers and lakes has been slowly consumed in the past ten years, and there is no one in ten.