Super King of Soldiers in the City

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Wang Fan's smile was warm, but Wen Zhiqing's face changed greatly.

He never thought that the two bodyguards under his control would be so vulnerable in front of Wang Fan.

Cold sweat involuntarily oozed from his forehead, and fear also appeared in his eyes.

Wang Fan saw Wen Zhiqing not talking, smiled, and muttered to himself, "Wen Shao didn't talk, it seems that he was going to ask me to do it, or I will satisfy you."

Wen Zhiqing's complexion finally changed. He pointed at Wang Fan a bit and could not help threatening, "What are you going to do? What are you going to do? I am a Master Wen, do you dare to move me?"

Snapped!

It was a loud slap in response to him.

I saw that Wang Fan was close to his body in an instant, a slap shouted, and disdain appeared in the corner of his mouth, "Is the literary master awesome, what am I afraid to move?"

"Look for death! You look for death!" Wen Zhiqing was angry, "Wang bastard, you dare to move me, you will definitely die well!"

"A few days ago, two bullish guys angered my literati. They were ten times more powerful than you."

"But as a result, one of them died in a mountain of 100,000, and the other was beaten by my ancestors and hung directly on the door of the manor."

Wen Zhiqing's words are vicious, "I remember this slap, I will definitely give you back ten times and one hundred times, and you will wait for the revenge of my literati!"

Wen Zhiqing looked at his threats but didn't find out that Wang Fan's face changed with a smile.

There was no smile on his face anymore, as if it was instantly watered by ice and snow, and it became cold.

"What are you talking about? The people who make trouble to your literati are beaten and still hung on the manor door?"

"Yes, are you afraid? But it's too late!" Wen Zhiqing grinned wildly, dare to offend him, Wen Zhiqing, dare to offend his literati, Wang Fan just wait to die!

Pappappapap!

However, Wen Zhiqing's grinning has not fully spread, Wang Fan slaps in the past ten times.

After a series of crisp sounds, Wen Zhiqing was instantly beaten into a pig's head, and his teeth didn't even know how much he was killed.

His heart was unbelievable, and it seemed that he had never thought of it. At this time, Wang Fan dared to beat him!

Looking at this scene, the audience died in an instant.

No one seemed to think that Wang Fan was so fierce, so Wen Zhiqing slapped so crazy.

That's Wen Zhiqing!

That's a literary master!

How dare Wang Fan take such a heavy hand?

"Brother, don't fight anymore, something will happen if you fight again." Liu Yiting stumbled back and rushed over to grab Wang Fan. "He is a literati, you can't afford it, hurry and escape."

Qian Shengxue also quickly ran to the other side, and grabbed Wang Fan's other arm, "Yeah, you can fight righteously today, we got the feeling."

"But you still have to think about how to escape now. The writers are terrible. In this city, no one is in trouble."

They were equally terrified.

Wang Fan is so troubled, I am afraid it will break the sky!

It is conceivable how terrible revenge awaits Wang Fan.

"Escape? Have you escaped? Even if you are at the end of the world, he will definitely die!" Wen Zhiqing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and threatened with his hiss.

He also looked at Liu Yiting's second daughter fiercely, "You two **** dare to help him talk, and neither of you can run away! If I don't kill you, if I don't destroy the Liu family, I will not call Wen Zhiqing ! "

The vicious threat threatened like a curse, and the scared Liu Qian'er was pale and her heart trembled.

"Oh, is it? It's a pity that you have no chance! There is a literary scholar in every area. I still have no patience to let me escape. I will go to shovel the literary scholars away, but unfortunately you can't see it.

Wang Fan said with a sneer, moved a little, broke free from the **** of the two women, and rushed over and nodded.

Kaka Kaka Kaka.

After a series of sounds, Wen Zhiqing screamed like a pig. His bones didn't even know how much he was crushed, and he became a waste.

The scene once again fell into silence, and Liu Qian's face was ashamed.

No one thought that Wang Fan should be so ruthless and dare to take such a heavy hand. Doesn't this mean that he and the writers will never die?

Wang Fan abolished Wen Zhiqing, and then stepped on his face, "Yes, I almost forgot to tell you, I am the one who offended your brother and died in 100,000 mountains. Your writers dare to move my brother, Just wait for confession. "

After Wang Fan finished speaking, he grabbed the car key directly from Wen Zhiqing, then jumped onto Zhi Qing's car, and hurried towards the Wen family like a car.

A Biao was beaten and hanged on the door, and Wang Fan was unbelievable.

He didn't need to think about it, and he knew that it must be the hand of Ouyan Changhong or the man of fists.

Wang Fan set off a monstrous murderous opportunity.

They had better pray that A Biao was okay, otherwise, Wen Jia, Ou Yan Chang Hong, and Fu Quan Men, one of them counted, and all died!

Wen Zhiqing listened to Wang Fan's words, but his face was paler in an instant, and no more blood.

Wang Fan, Wang Fan!

He didn't die?

Wen Zhiqing, as a literary master, certainly knew Wang Fan's terrible.

But he never thought that the person who was supposed to die was not dead.

Literati.

After the death of the owner Wen Bai, Mrs. Wen had rushed back from the hospital to preside over the overall situation.

She wasn't seriously injured, plus she had the innate early strength, and she was discharged without any problems.

Although it was not yet noon, Mrs. Wen had already started Zhang Luo's meal banquet.

Although Wen Bai was dead, the arrival of her mother's family, Elder Ouyan Changhong and Ye Qiuji, brought her life and confidence again.

The corpse and blood stains have all been cleaned up in the courtyard. If it were not for the slight **** smell in the air, I am afraid no one knew at all. Last night, there was a **** battle.

Living room of main house.

Ouyan Changhong and Ye Qiuji sat on the sofa, enjoying a rich breakfast and talking.

Mrs. Wen was wearing a floral dress at home and kept busy, holding a meal on the table.

She didn't dress up deliberately, as if she had just woken up from her sleep, her expression was slightly lazy, her neckline was pressed down very low, revealing a lot of charming spring light.

When the footsteps moved, the waist and hips of Liu Liu twisted out an attractive arc, which was conceivable.

A woman who is nearly fifty years old stunned her charm as much as a thirty-year-old woman.

Ye Qiuji's eyes glanced at Mrs. Wen from time to time, and she was very tempted.

At his age, it is really unstoppable, Mrs. Wen's mature charm and charm.

Mrs. Wen naturally found Ye Qiujie's eyes, so she was even more attentive.

She also understands what kind of wealth it would be if she could get in touch with Tian Quanjiao.

Ouyan Changhong also captured this scene, but it was not broken.

Mrs. Wen is also considered to be a member of the Ouyan family, and if he can have a dewy relationship with Ye Qiuji, he will not object.

Soon after the meal was finished, Mrs. Wen took a futon and sat down on the knee opposite Ye Qiuji as a Japanese woman.

The swaying body, the whisper of greasiness, the charm is more obvious.

At the moment when the three enjoyed a charming meal, Wang Fan had driven Wen Zhiqing's car to the door of Wenjia Manor.

The first time he looked up, he saw Abiao, who was tied to the main entrance.

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