I lost my horse after agreeing to a divorce with the crazy villain

Chapter 101 Money is Dung to Me
After taking care of the guys blocking the road, Yan Wu dragged Mr. Feng and continued towards the door.

When he crossed the threshold, Mr. Feng held on to the door frame with his remaining hand.

Yan Wu: "You are almost old enough to be put into a coffin. Why are you still pulling at the doorframe like a little kid? It's really shameless."

As soon as he finished speaking, he went up with a knife and broke off Mr. Feng's hand firmly.

Mr. Feng's howling sounded again.

The fallen people in the West Flower Hall all looked at each other with pale faces.

Where have they heard their old man make such a voice.

It was always the old man who made others cry to heaven and earth. In their hearts, the old man was a god-like existence. Others believed in koi to get wealth, but the Feng family knew that only by believing in the old man could they get wealth.

But now, this person whom they regarded as a god was being dragged around like a dead dog by a thin, frail and delicate little girl.

Now Mr. Feng's voice made them tremble with fear, and they were a little disillusioned with their impression of the old man.

Yan Wu stretched out his hand to pat Mr. Feng's greasy face again: "Be good, it's okay for children to be disobedient, but the old man will be beaten if he is disobedient. You can't bear the beatings with your bones. If you make me unhappy again, I'll "click" your neck too."

She made a "click" gesture with her other hand towards Mr. Feng's neck.

The frightened old man Feng's howl was immediately choked into his own mouth.

As Yan Wu continued to walk forward, he patted his head with satisfaction: "That's good. I like obedient people. You should understand at such an old age that with my status, even if I knock you off. , there is no loss to me. On the contrary, you will become a stepping stone for me to become famous. Will anyone avenge you if you die? People in your family will probably fight for the family property, and people with foreign surnames will look at you with eager eyes. If we divide your family's property, no one will have time to bury your body in a coffin."

Yan Wu concluded: "Be wise and cooperate with me for the sake of your life."

"What do you want?" Mr. Feng was hit repeatedly by Yan Wu and had already recognized the reality.

With the green hills still alive, he would not have to worry about having no firewood to burn. The most important thing for him now was to save his own life in the hands of this crazy woman.

"You want money, I'll give you money. I'll give you as much as you want." Mr. Feng probably felt that Yan Wu, Mrs. Jiang, who had no background at all, would urgently need a lot of money if she wanted to cultivate her own power. money.

"I told you I'm not short of money." Yan Wu sighed: "For a person like me, money is like dirt to me."

Mr. Feng's mind was rarely online for a second, and he immediately said: "My great-nephew, I will let him go to your house to admit his mistakes. He can do whatever you want."

Yan Wu: "If he admits his mistake and my little niece comes back, I will allow him to admit his mistake."

Yan Wu's originally smiling voice suddenly turned cold, and he pinched Old Man Feng's shoulders harder: "You can exchange one life for another, but you can't exchange for my little niece."

"Admit your mistake? Do you want him to disgust our family?"

Yan Wu lowered his eyelids and looked at Mr. Feng who was holding his shoulders by her: "If it helps to admit his mistake, will he still be sliced ​​into pieces?"

Mr. Feng met her cold gaze, and in a split second, an idea suddenly occurred to him.

(End of this chapter)