There were voices of the shadow guards shouting "hurry up" to his ears, but Fu Jingyuan only looked at the enemies rushing toward him quietly, his face calm.
Until a certain moment, when the person in front of him came within ten meters of him, his hand holding Su Jiu gently hit a certain position in the wheelchair.
"Whoops!"
Under the influence of the subtle sound of breaking wind, countless tiny silver needles turned into streaks of light and passed through the air, indiscriminately attacking a fan-shaped area of ??about 120 degrees centered on the wheelchair.
The scope is so large and the speed is so fast that there is no way for Harrick and others to avoid it!
Harrick was shocked!
Under the control of a strong desire to survive, he almost subconsciously pulled over the men on the left and right and pushed them in front of him.
The next moment, there was a slight "pop" sound, which was the sound of a silver needle entering the body.
Of the ten people who rushed up, except for one, Harik, who reacted quickly and was ruthless enough, he only received a few needles in non-fatal areas such as his calves and arms. The remaining nine people all died under the intensive silver needle attacks. .
Harrick looked at the people in front of him and the silver needles scattered on the ground, his face turned extremely ugly.
damn it!
How many things are hidden in this wheelchair named Fu!
He'll never get the chance to find out.
I saw a thin arrow, only the size of an adult's finger, shot out from the back of Fu Jingyuan's outstretched right hand, and pierced Halik's heart with incomparable accuracy.
The man¡¯s huge body suddenly fell to the ground.
Like a sign of rest, the Shadow Guard and Halik's men, who were still entangled together, gradually stopped their movements and stared blankly at the scene on Fu Jingyuan's side.
Fu Jingyuan glanced away with cold eyes.
The Shadow Guards were shocked and reacted suddenly. They immediately raised their dagger weapons and slashed the remaining people's necks without hesitation.
The enemy was so fast that they didn't react at all, and they remained in a dazed posture looking at Harik's body until they died.
This time, there are eighteen people again.
There are only thirty-eight people left.
The number of people was still more than twice that of Fu Jingyuan, but even so, the remaining thirty-eight people did not dare to act rashly.
They immediately gathered together and backed up a long distance, putting some distance between themselves and Fu Jingyuan and others.
¡°These people are too scary
Fu Jingyuan didn't look at them anymore and just sat quietly in the wheelchair.
After three minutes, he slightly curled his lips and said, "How long do you want to wait?"
Crisp and rhythmic applause came from behind a rock formation, followed by the sounds of people wearing black clothes and black pants one after another.
A man applauded and walked out of the rock formation. He said with admiration: "It is indeed a legend of China's military. Even if his legs are disabled, Master Fu is still very powerful and has no tricks left."
The man took a deep look at Fu Jingyuan and sighed: "I still underestimate you."
The man has short flaxen hair, handsome features, a pair of particularly eye-catching dark blue eyes, and an elegant smile on his lips. Against the backdrop of a neat and crisp suit, the man looks like he has stepped out of a medieval oil painting. He is as handsome as a prince and full of gentlemanly temperament.
It was someone Fu Jingyuan didn't expect: "Loren?"
Loren nodded slightly, with the same smile, and said, "Or, you can also call me Mr. Tang?"
Fu Jingyuan's eyes gradually darkened: "Mr. Tangthat's it."
After a pause, his expression slowly calmed down, and he returned to his usual calm demeanor, saying, "Tell me, what do you want?"
Loren looked at the woman in his arms and did not answer his question immediately. Instead, she talked about an unrelated topic.
"I remember, there is an old saying in your Chinese country, it seems to say this," Loren thought for a while before continuing: "Beauty can mislead people?"
Fu Jingyuan¡¯s eyebrows did not move: ¡°So?¡±
Loren shook his head and chuckled: "You Fu family members seem to be distracted by beauty."
He pointed at Su Jiu in Fu Jingyuan's arms and said, "You are like this, and so is your brother."
As he said that, he felt something was wrong and shook his head again: "Oh No, no, he is different from you. He is the beauty who delays people."
Fu Jingyuan: ""
"What's this all about? Is this person mentally ill?"
Su Jiu¡¯s body is still bleeding. At this moment, FuJing Yuan had no intention of chatting politely with anyone, and repeated in a cold voice: "What do you want?"
Loren saw the other party's impatience, but he was also sensible and replied: "I want the Fu family."
Fu Jingyuan suddenly raised his eyes.
Loren didn't think there was anything wrong with his words, and continued to talk to himself with a smile: "People in Tiandu say that Fu Jingheng can't even fight you, a person who has lost both legs, and is a worthless waste, but, Is he?"
Loren shook his head: "No, he is not."
Fu Jingyuan frowned: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Loren smiled: "I want to say that with the abilities of Fu Jingheng and Qin Sheng, it is impossible for you and your wife alone, plus your newborn son, to defeat them. Sooner or later, the Fu family will be them." of."
"Since it's not yours, why do you care who it is."
"Compared with my brother whose origins are unknown and who competes with you for the family property as soon as he comes back, would it be more acceptable for you to have me, an outsider who has nothing to do with you, taking over the Fu family?"
Fu Jingyuan looked at him for a moment, and suddenly chuckled: "Mr. Tang seems to be very interested in Chinese culture?"
Loren nodded: "I'm quite interested."
Fu Jingyuan also nodded: "Then have you heard of another common saying, which is that good water should not flow to outsiders."
Ignoring Loren's paused smile, Fu Jingyuan continued: "One more thing, we are born from the same roots, so there is no need to rush into conflict."
"What Chinese people care about most is blood. No matter what my relationship with my brother is, we are still close relatives by blood. No matter what happens, I will never choose to cooperate with you, an outsider, over my brother."
Loren's smile completely disappeared. He stared at Fu Jingyuan and his voice weakened: "But Mr. Fu, do you think you have a choice now?"
Fu Jingyuan's body gradually relaxed, and even the smile on his face became more real, and he said: "The one who has no choice should be you, Mr. Tang, right?"
His posture was indifferent, as if this was not the Devil's Valley that everyone had heard about, and there were not nearly a hundred enemies around him who were eyeing him.
Not nervous at all.
Loren almost wanted to applaud the opponent for being able to keep his expression unchanged despite the collapse of the mountain, but at the next moment his heart shuddered and he suddenly turned his head and looked in a certain direction.
¡°Then he saw a¡no, two familiar faces.
Qin Sheng.
Fu Jingheng.
Loren finally couldn¡¯t hold on to the indifferent smile on her face, and she lost her voice: ¡°Why are you here?!¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website address: www.hlnovel.com