The high-cold actor is clingy by nature

Wu Yan let go of the dagger, and in the next second, a needle spit out from the mouse's mouth, and it went straight towards Wu Yan.

Ming Chengfeng didn't relax his vigilance, neither did Wu Yan, the moment the needle came out, Wu Yan dodged, his dagger rested on Rushu's neck again, and cut it off.

Hot blood splashed all over his body. Fortunately, he was dressed in black and black trousers, and he could only see that his clothes were soaked a lot.

There was blood on Wu Yan's face, his eyelashes were closed tightly at that moment, so they were not stained, the blood flowed down from around his eyes, his eyes were wide open like a mouse, and he looked like he was dying.

"It deserves it." Ming Chengfeng commented lightly.

It's not that the onlookers haven't seen a murder before, but it's still rare for a newcomer to dare to kill like this.

"Who else wants to come?" Wu Yan wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and looked around, as if stimulated by the blood, his eyes became sharper, as cold as the dagger in his hand.

The crowd was silent for a moment.

Rushu's body was still lying on the ground. He had always been slippery, but now he died under the knife of an upright dagger.

The cunning fox's body trembled, and it flinched behind the mad tiger.

Kuanghu was not happy seeing other people like this, he kicked the brother beside him, and that person staggered into the middle of the open space, only a few steps away from Wuyan.

This man's name is White Wolf, which was chosen by Kuanghu. Once he enters here, he can get rid of his past identity and name. Kuanghu likes mighty names very much, so he chooses them all like Tiger Wolf.

Bai Lang actually didn't plan to come out, he was only 17 years old, he was forced to come in, so he never thought about being the leader, and he was looking forward to leaving here one day.

Wu Yan glanced at him, he has acted too much, and he always has some intuition when it comes to seeing people. He feels that this white wolf is a little naive, and there is hidden hope in his eyes.

In other words, White Wolf doesn't fit here.

But since he was there, he was pushed out by the mad tiger, so today's fight had to be fought.

Wu Yan stood up straight, and he wiped off a lot of blood stains, leaving only a little trace, which looked extremely bright under the dim yellow incandescent lamp.

The white wolf mustered up his courage, his immature face showed a bit of seriousness, since they have all come in, he can't be looked down upon by others!
His weapon is very simple, it is a wooden baseball bat, because it has been used for a long time, the surface has a slight patina, and it feels unexpectedly smooth. He looked at Wu Yan cautiously, "It is a normal match between me and you, We just don't die."

White wolf haggling.

He is still very young and hasn't seen most of the world's scenery, so the white wolf doesn't want to die, Rushu's end is a warning, he is a little afraid of Wuyan, so he made it clear in advance, just treat it as a fight, whoever wins Calculate.

"Okay." Wu Yan agreed, he treated Bai Lang as a child.

Rat mean, so be damned.

As for the white wolf, it is still unknown.

He did not underestimate the enemy, his sharp eyes stared at Bai Lang's movements, all the movement of his swinging the wooden stick fell into his eyes, Wu Yan dodged a few times first, and was not hit by the wooden stick, and he was familiar with his moves and movements After that, he found the right time to catch the wooden stick with one hand, with such force that his hand was numb from the shock, but Wu Yan's hands were like iron tongs, tightly holding the other end of the wooden stick.

The white wolf threw the wooden stick directly, and then beat him with his bare hands.

But with the wooden club in Wu Yan's hands, there was no chance of the white wolf gaining the upper hand, and the white wolf was beaten back again and again.

"You lost." Wu Yan pointed the wooden stick at the white wolf who was finally kicked to the ground by him, he was condescending, showing his domineering aura.

There was a large circle of tables and chairs around, and Ming Chengfeng was sitting on the side drinking early on. The beer in the turquoise glass bottle didn't feel like drinking, so he didn't even stop drinking two bottles.

Wuyan's side has just finished solving it.

"If no one comes out, I will take over here from now on." Wu Yan held the wooden stick on his shoulders, in a rare sloppy manner, he looked like a street ruffian, with no sign of a big star at all.

"Who the hell are you?" Kuanghu asked him. If you lose, you lose. Although he is unwilling, he still accepts the rules.

Especially Ming Chengfeng is still here, clearly supporting him.

"normal person."

"Well, from now on you will be our leader." Kuanghu announced.

Ming Chengfeng dragged Wu Yan away, and they went back the same way, and put the cushion back in place, completely blocking the entrance of the Black Panther Gang.

"I asked you to do this, not to do it today." Ming Chengfeng didn't know what to say to him. Originally, he was just making a point, and planned to spend three to five days to get this done, but he was impatient, and all night finished.

"I know." Wu Yan took off his coat and wiped the dagger with it. The blood on it was dry and could be wiped off with clothes. He didn't like the color and smell of blood, "I just want to save some time so that she I'm there when you want to see me."

Ming Chengfeng got on the motorcycle, lifted his chin at him, "Come on."

Sitting silently behind Ming Chengfeng, the night wind is very cool, the suburban area after rain is fragrant with green grass, Ming Chengfeng gradually speeds up, the wind whistling in his ears.

Wu Yan was very silent, he hadn't done anything to kill for a long time, and he felt strange and disgusted for a while.

The motorcycle stopped at the entrance of the Duke's residence. Although Ming Chengfeng slowed down as much as possible, Zhiyang heard it. He came out to meet them in thin pajamas and flip-flops.

Zhiyang took the car from Ming Chengfeng and pushed it into the parking lot, while the two went in one after the other, and went back to their rooms without much to say.

After Zhiyang parked the car, he couldn't help but went to Ming Chengfeng's room. There was the sound of water in the bathroom. He was taking a shower, and he came out after a brief shower.

"Boss, what's the result?"

Ming Chengfeng rolled his eyes at him, "What do you think?"

"I don't think so. No matter how he looks, he is very weak. He has no muscles. How much strength he can have. He also looks like a little boy on TV,"

"He's done." Ming Chengfeng wiped his face and hair with a towel, then crumpled it up and threw it at him, "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Zhiyang felt aggrieved, he also has half of Luo Ke's blood, but he has not suffered like Ming Chengfeng, so this is the first time he came here, and he is quite comfortable.

Wu Yan glanced at the time, it was 1 in the morning, not too late, he took off while walking to the bathroom, and by the time he entered the bathroom, he had already stripped himself completely, his figure was thin but not weak.

The blood left on his face always had a smell, and it was gradually washed away by the hot water. He breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that his life seemed to have some meaning. At least, he had a force, and maybe he could help Wei Wei in the future. .

This is not the imperial capital, the only thing that can be used is money. He is weak here and has no connections. Even entering the palace is a bit difficult.

"Can we see Wei Wei tomorrow?" he thought.