"Senior, why are you here too?" Nan Jian twisted his bloody neck and looked at the old man with a wry smile and asked. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Why did you come here?" the old man also smiled bitterly, sighed and said, "Because, I am old and have a girl by my side, so it is easy for people to see through at a glance that I am an out-and-out weakling;

When Nan Jian heard him say this, he knew that he was a wronged person, so he asked again:

"Presumably the seniors have something to do with these people, right?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" The old man seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was very excited, and as soon as he was excited, he moved around, sat next to Nan Jian, and said with a smile, "When a living person meets a dead person, do you say that it is the most unlucky thing in the world?"

"That's unlucky!" Nan Jian echoed.

And the unkempt offspring was still holding a wet handkerchief, and with a little leftover water in the broken clay jar, he was carefully wiping the blood stains on his arm.

Immediately Nan Jian said:

"That must be this dead man, and his relationship with the Blue Dragon Gang is extraordinary!"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked at him with vigilant eyes, and suddenly a look of anger appeared on his face, and he shouted softly at his granddaughter:

"Xiu'er, don't wipe him, he's a spy from the Qinglong Gang!"

When Xiu'er heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said:

"Grandpa, you are too careful, everyone is about to die, how can he be a spy of the Blue Dragon Gang!"

"Ahem, you stupid girl!" the old man widened his eyes and said in a matter-of-fact manner, "Your knowledge is still too short-sighted, but you don't hear the story of Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai - a willing to fight and a willing to suffer?"

"Why don't you know, bitter meat tricks!" Xiu'er pouted and retorted.

"Then why do you doubt what I say, if you know?" said the old man, looking at his granddaughter in confusion.

"Because, we are not Cao Cao, and their Qinglong Gang is not Zhou Yu and Huang Gai, they can't do it, and use such a bitter trick to deal with us!" Xiu'er said.

"No matter what, we still have to be careful!" the old man looked at Nan Jian who was lying on the ground again and said, "As soon as I heard what this kid said, it was clear that I was secretly visiting and spying on secrets!"

Seeing him say this, Nan Jian narrowed his eyes, smiled bitterly and said:

"It seems that what the ancients said about misfortune comes from the mouth, and it is really true! I had better keep my mouth shut. ”

"Alas, look," the old man suddenly heard Nan Jian say this, and pointed to him and his granddaughter, "everything he said was aimed at us!"

"Grandpa, you have too much heart!" Xiu'er seemed to be ashamed of such a suspicious grandfather, and said with a blank look at the old man, "People haven't said anything bad from beginning to end, it's just that you are scared of yourself here." ”

"Stinky girl! I'm scared of myself. You see, as soon as he heard me say that he would be unlucky when he met a dead man, he immediately said that this dead man must have an extraordinary relationship with the Blue Dragon Gang!" The old man said as he thought about it, "Doesn't this mean that he already knows about our situation? You see, just now he said that trouble comes from his mouth, which shows that he not only knows about our bad luck, but also knows what we do!"

"That only proves that this friend is extremely intelligent, intelligent, and empathetic!" Xiu'er said again.

"Well, a foolish grandfather has brought a witty granddaughter, and he is really blessed to be old!" Nan Jian said with his eyes slightly closed.

Xiu'er giggled when she heard this, and the old man was also very happy, and said happily:

"Young man, although you scolded me, it made me happy!"

Nanjian opened one eye and glanced at him, then closed it again, but did not speak.

Therefore the old man wondered and asked him:

"What do you mean, young man?"

After a while, Nan Jian casually closed his eyes and said:

"It's called: Open one eye and close one eye!"

"Ahem, you young man, you are so young that you can fight a sharp battle!" asked the old man with a look of surprise, "but I ask you why you were beaten like this by them and thrown into a prison cell!"

"Because I couldn't beat them, I was thrown in by them!" Nanjian said, still with his eyes closed.

"However, the more you young man looks at it, the more interesting it becomes," said the old man, "if it is really as you say, dare to fight with these bastards of the Qinglong Gang, although it is still glorious, it is worthy of people's admiration!

At this moment, the cell door in the corridor opened with a bang! I saw Fang Ping, the head of the Qinglong Gang, walking in with two errand guards who were guarding the cell door, carrying a paper lantern.

When they walked outside the prison door, they stood where they were, looked at Nan Jian and asked him in a good voice:

"Nan Shaoxia, our young master respects you as a man, and I can't bear to do harm, let me ask you again and again, would you like to join the gang and do something for our young master?"

"Who is farting here, so loud and so stinky!" Nanjian said, still slightly closing his eyes and putting his hands under his head.

"Hmph, stinky boy, dare to insult me. When Fang Ping heard this, he was furious, and shouted, "Then you just wait for death!"

As he spoke, he angrily led the two messengers and threw off his sleeves.

"Little brother, it seems that you really fought with them!" As soon as Fang Ping left, the old man shouted in surprise.

"It's just a fight!" Nan Jian still closed his eyes slightly, and said leisurely, "What's the big deal, I don't know how many times I've fought like this!"

"Grandpa, did you hear what they called this hero?" said Xiu'er when she went to wet the veil in the clay pot again.

"I hear you!" said the old man.

"What do you hear?"

"I heard them call him Nan Shaoxia!" the old man said this, he stopped in surprise, and said to himself, "Nan Shaoxia!, could it be that you are Nan Jian and Nan Shaoxia?"

He turned his head again, looked intently at the young man in front of him who was wiped by his granddaughter like a person, and blurted out:

"Young man, are you Nan Jian and Nan Shaoxia?"

"Thank you, girl!" Nan Jian raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains at this time, showing a scarred hand, reluctantly sat up, looked at the old man and said, "Yes, senior, junior is Nan Jian!"

"Is it the Nanjian and Nan Shaoxia who are rumored to be 'invincible in the world' in the world?" the old man asked again in surprise.

"Yes, that's Junior!"

"Ah, really, it seems that we have hope!" the old man said excitedly, holding his granddaughter's hand, "I didn't expect that we would meet the famous Nan Shaoxia here!"

"But, grandpa, haven't you noticed?" Xiu'er said with a slight frown, "Now, Nan Daxia can't protect himself!"

"Don't be afraid!" the old man said with a happy smile, "You have forgotten! We can help each other, tide over the difficulties together, help the master Nan Shaoxia improve his skills, and get rid of this dark labor disaster as soon as possible!"

When Nan Jian heard this, he was shocked, and he couldn't help but ask:

"Senior, what do you mean by that?"

"The meaning is very simple," the old man said, "The reason why they still let our grandparents and grandchildren live is because they haven't gotten the 'Jade Dragon Heart Method' hidden in us!"