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- Han Xiaofei walked up and down the room, quite impatiently.
It has been more than half a month since the bridge of her nose was broken in Xianyue City.
This is a tourist city in Southeast Asia. After she was deported, she didn't go to Canada, her country of citizenship.
No matter what, she couldn't help but want to avenge her "brother".
However, because she was found to be money laundering and involved in illegal activities, her domestic funds were frozen, and her foreign accounts were also temporarily frozen. She didn't even have much cash on hand.
She is now contacting a local smuggler, and wants to sneak back to the country illegally, but she has no money, so she is thinking of a special way to "persuade" the smuggler.
Knocking on the door, Han Xiaofei frowned, it's a bit early.
She took a look in front of the floor-to-ceiling vanity mirror, took off her coat, adjusted her neckline, made a bewildered and seductive expression, then changed to a scared and fearful expression, bit her red lips lightly, and made a tangled and uncomfortable expression expression, after a few tries, he walked over to open the door.
But when I looked at the cat eye in front of the door, I found that the door was not the snake head, but a rather refined old man in a gray robe.
I don't know why, but upon seeing the elegant old man's face, Han Xiaofei felt a sense of trust in her heart, and subconsciously opened the door.
"you are?"
The elegant old man smiled warmly at her: "I am Lan Yu's master."
"Lan Yu" is the name of the mouse monster. Upon hearing this, Han Xiaofei immediately took the elegant old man's hand and knelt down, crying like pear blossoms with rain:
"Master! Master, you have to make the decision for my 'brother'! He died so badly! He was killed by that Chen Kuo! You must avenge him, and skin that Chen Kuo! There is a man and a woman together, and the woman is handed over to me, and I must personally"
"Don't worry, talk slowly from the beginning." The elegant old man smiled and told Han Xiaofei to go in, and closed the door casually.
Han Xiaofei wiped her tears and nose, went to the living room to make tea in a hurry, and then followed the elegant old man's inquiry, and began to design them to "coincidentally meet" Chen Kuo, how to lure him to the villa, how to be seen through by him, and the process of the collapse of the plan. Come out one by one.
However, Han Xiaofei only saw Chen Kuo repelling the rat monster in the room at the time. As soon as she took the hand crossbow, she fell into the illusion of "blood shadow".
Then she woke up again. Just seeing the miserable appearance of the rat demon, before she had time to react too much, she was punched down by a woman first, and she lost consciousness.
So what she can say is also very limited.
The elegant old man was mainly concerned about Chen Kuo's behavior before and after he arrived at the villa: "You said that after you entered the building, he stayed in the garden downstairs for a few minutes? Did you see what he was doing?"
"I I didn't pay attention, but 'brother' said that in such a short time, he can't do anything."
The elegant old man sighed: "Lan Yu is still careless."
"It's that Chen Kuo who is too treacherous!"
"According to your statement, Chen Kuo was not affected by the magic circle arranged by Lan Yu in advance, or in other words, he had dispelled the magic circle arranged by Lan Yu in the garden before?"
"I do not know about this."
"Well, you are not a spiritual practitioner, so it's normal if you don't know." The elegant old man got up and said, "Then besides these, do you have anything else to tell me?"
"Master, you must avenge 'brother'! Take me back to China, I'm sure I can do something" Han Xiaofei's big watery eyes began to burst into tears again.
"Don't worry, leave these to me, and I won't let Lan Yu die in vain." The elegant old man said, stretching out his hand to gently stroke Han Xiaofei's beautiful hair.
Han Xiaofei's eyes suddenly became dull, and then he picked up the fruit knife in a daze, and started to walk towards the door.
Just as she was about to reach the door, there was a knock on the door.
The door was opened, and it was a dark-skinned, short local man who said in Chinese with a strong accent: "Miss Han, we agreed that there is only one person. If you have"
But before he finished speaking, Han Xiaofei stabbed out the fruit knife in her hand, grabbed his hair with the other hand, and pulled him into the room.
The local man cursed in the native language, wrestled with Han Xiaofei, and fell to the ground.
Although Han Xiaofei was holding a knife in her hand, the local man obviously had the upper hand, and quickly grabbed the knife and suppressed her.
With a faint smile on his face, the elegant old man walked up behind the local and tapped lightly on the back of his head.
The locals suddenly acted like crazy, screaming and stabbing Han Xiaofei more than a dozen times, and when the latter was already lying in a pool of blood and convulsing, and seeing that he was dying, he slashed hard at his neck.
Seeing the two fell together, the elegant old man turned around and left slowly.
Walking out of the small building where Han Xiaofei lived, the elegant old man's face began to change gradually with his footsteps. His facial features didn't look much different, but the wrinkles on his face and hair color changed obviously, as if he looked younger In their teens and twenties.
If Chen Kuo or Bai Ying saw this person at this time, they would immediately recognize that this was the big pangolin monster "Mr. Di" Zhai Hongyang who had fought against them on Tianhua Mountain back then.
Zhai Hongyang strolled towards the pier when suddenly a local man with several tattoos on his face who was drinking soda looked at him with a frown and shouted:
"Stop!"
Zhai Hongyang looked over, but his eyes were full of jokes, and he said in Chinese: "Do you want to die?"
"Tired Tired of Shi Yao! Tired of not changingZai Zheli appeared!" The man reprimanded nervously in substandard Chinese, "TiredYao and Wuyao!"
The smile on Zhai Hongyang's face became gloomy. He turned around slowly, facing the man, and raised his hand.
A few minutes later, Zhai Hongyang continued towards the pier.
The local man with complicated tattoos on his face slowly sat down on the ground with his back against the wall, and the vitality in his eyes gradually disappeared.
Later, blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, nose, mouth, and ear holes.
There were people coming and going in the surrounding streets, and no one seemed to notice his miserable appearance. It was not until more than ten minutes later that a little girl screamed, and the people around finally discovered the sorcerer who had died tragically.
In the evening, a few older sorcerers who also had tattoos all over their faces gathered in a room, inspecting the young dead who had already taken off their clothes, with serious expressions on their faces, some were angry, some were sad, and some were frightened.
But at this time, the culprit had already left, returned to the country from the southwest border, and appeared in a holiday villa area hidden in the mountains.
"The little demon is incompetent and failed to complete the task, please punish the king!"
Not long ago, Zhai Hongyang, who was talking and laughing about killing sorcerers and manipulating Han Xiaofei and the snake head to kill each other, was always elegant and easy-going, calm and calm, but now he was lying on the ground in a luxuriously decorated villa hall, trembling plead guilty.
Not far away, on the sofa in the lobby, a delicate woman with disheveled hair, a loose T-shirt and sports shorts, and bare feet was playing a console game with a controller.
Hearing this, the woman coldly glanced at Zhai Hongyang who was lying on the ground, and slammed the handle in her hand.
Feeling the strong wind coming, Zhai Hongyang didn't dare to dodge at all. He was hit on the back of the head by the handle and let out a muffled groan.
The engineering plastic of the handle exploded directly, as if falling from a 30-story building. You can imagine how powerful it was just now.
However, Zhai Hongyang, whose body strength is much stronger than that of ordinary humans, also started to bleed from his head. The blood dripped down the ground along his hair, but he didn't dare to touch the wound at all, and he didn't even dare to move an inch.
The woman who was cultivating Qi raised her hand to brush her messy long hair that covered her face, then took a controller from the sofa, and continued to play the game cross-legged.
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