The boss of the empire was blown up by me

As soon as these words came out, everyone except An Xiaoqi's face darkened.

Bai Meilan also recovered from the anger that An Xiaoqi looked down on Yan Wuxie.

She seemed to realize something, the feeling was that the dead girl in front of her had dumped that ruffian Zhan Xijue, but that ruffian treated her like a thorn in his heart.

If this is the case, then her incompetent son is still thinking about her, isn't that committing suicide?

Bai Meilan quickly analyzed the stakes, and immediately pinched Yan Wuxie's ear, "You little bastard, hurry up and leave with Mom, and stop embarrassing me here..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Xijing interrupted her: "Sister-in-law, where are you going? My Dongyuan was burnt down like this by this incompetent person. You and your elder brother are planning to fool me like this. Don't you want to give me an explanation?"

Old Yan was also blown bearded and stared at by Yan Wuxie's embarrassing behavior. Although he didn't approve of Yan Wuxie teasing An Xiaoqi, he agreed with him to burn Yanxijing's Dongyuan.

Therefore, when Yan Xijing wanted to talk to the uncle and daughter-in-law of the Yan family, he stood up:

"What do you want to say? You did those bastard things yourself, and you blamed your nephew for burning your house? If I do something, I will throw you into the cremation furnace and burn you to ashes."

Yan Xijing: "..."

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Yan family, Bai Meilan, quickly echoed:

"That's right, Ninth Brother. Look at what you did to Ninth Sister-in-law, is it plausible? You cheated on yourself first, and then killed your children, and you still blame Ninth Sister-in-law for drawing a line with you? What did you do?" These are not human affairs..."

Yan Xijing bit her back teeth:
"Since my sister-in-law and elder brother are not willing to bear the compensation for such a useless nephew, I have no choice but to call the police. If I am convicted of deliberately arson and murdering my uncle, I think I can spend many years in prison, right? "

Not to mention that Bai Meilan, the mother of Yan Wuxie, couldn't stand it, even the uncle of the Yan family couldn't bear it.

He made a serious face: "Ninth Brother, because of such a grievance that can't be put on the table, do you have to make trouble between us brothers?"

Bai Meilan was so angry that she was a shrew, pointing at the tip of An Xiaoqi's nose and yelling:
"It's all you vixen who sow discord. Look at what you've done. If my son is arrested by the police, you won't be able to escape. You're an accomplice! If anything happens to him, I'll fight with you. "

An Xiaoqi nodded, expressing her agreement with her words: "Then you should call the police."

Bai Meilan: "You—"

"An Xiaoqi, who gave you the seed to make you so confident?" Instigated his nephew to burn down his house, this woman can still be so confident, Yan Xijing wished she could have a cramp on her, "Believe it or not, if you don't give it today Lao Tzu said, I told you to sit through the prison?"

When the voice fell, a cold bass voice came from not far away: "Old Yan, who do you want to ask to sit through the prison?"

The person who came was tall and tall, wearing a long black windbreaker, which made his whole body tall, straight and graceful, and also very thin and sharp.

As he approached, a black muzzle hit Yan Xijing's forehead in the wheelchair.

The atmosphere instantly dropped to freezing point, and even Old Yan, who was about to pout out of anger, raised his heart subconsciously and gasped.

The sound of pulling the trigger suddenly resounded in the suddenly silent air.

Yan Xijing, on the other hand, had no fear of this, the corners of his lips curled up deeply, and he said in a playful and senseless sneer:
"Old Zhan, the quarrel between the two of you has caused trouble to me. Are you out of breath? Are you blind? Didn't you see that your bitch bought my house? You don't want to teach yourself a lesson. Then leave it to the people's police to educate." After the sound fell, he growled at Yan Kui, "Call the police—"

Zhan Xijue bit his back teeth, cast his eyes at Dongyuan who was still smoking behind Yan Xijing, and said in a calm tone, "Shouldn't we just burn down your broken house? I'll pay you."

Yan Xijing raised his hand and pushed Zhan Xijue's gunpoint between his eyebrows: "If I don't want her to pay now, what if I just want her to go to jail?"

Zhan Xijue's face darkened, and he smiled back in anger: "Old Yan, do you have to offend me like this?"

Saying that, the muzzle of the gun hit Yan Xijing's eyebrows again, and when they were about to pull the trigger, an eager voice came from behind them, "Master Ninth, Madame Ninth is awake."

Mo Nian was trapped by a fire when he was a child, and he was afraid of fire. He passed out immediately when he saw the huge fire.

While speaking, Mo Nian, who was a little pale, had already walked over.

Her forehead was wet with sweat, her hair was sticky to her temples, and she looked extremely weak.

"You draw your guns at each other at every turn, what are you doing?"

Mo Nian raised his hand and pushed Zhan Xijue's gun away from Yan Xijing's forehead, and said to him,

"This matter started because of me, and Xiaoqi made such a fuss in order to stand out for me. Both of you are respectable men with heads and faces, and they each made a compromise. It's okay to turn a big problem into a small one, okay?"

Yan Xijing looked at the pale-faced weak woman, narrowed her eyes for a while, and said coldly:
"For the sake of being so obedient today, I can't give in. But, An Xiaoqi must apologize to me, otherwise this matter won't just end like this."

Yin Luo, Yan Wuxie, who suddenly appeared here from Zhan Xijue, came to his senses. He is a second person, and he said bravely:
"This matter has nothing to do with An Xiaoqi. It's the young master who is upset that you always bully Aunt Nine. I set the fire, and the police will arrest me if they want to..."

Zhan Xijue, who listened to these words, showed a little tricky, his thick black brows furrowed fiercely, and asked: "You son of a bitch, what does it have to do with you?"

The sound fell, and Yan Xijing provoked at this moment: "Tsk? Thanks to you protecting her so much, in this short period of time you don't know, this bitch has already fascinated my useless nephew, this kid He even threatened to marry her..."

After a pause, he added with a sneer, "Old Zhan, your ex-wife is really charming, there are men who go to the fingertips of her, and the ability to seduce men is really no worse than Wen Shuning. "

Zhan Xijue's heart ached from choking.

"Are you still going to shoot or not?" An Xiaoqi, who had been silent for a long time, said surprisingly, "If you want to shoot, then you can shoot, if you don't, then take the gun away, and keep holding it, aren't you tired?"

After she finished speaking, she put her eyes on Yan Xijing's face:

"If you don't want to be private, call the police. If you want to report the number privately, I will pay you a penny." After a pause, his eyes moved away from Yan Xijing's face and fell on Zhan Xijue's face, "I hungry."

Everyone: "..."

Hearing this, Zhan Xijue's handsome face, which was originally full of anger, instantly showed signs of revival, but he just looked down at the woman in front of him who suddenly put her head on his chest, without saying a word.

"It's so tiring." The woman said in a shallow and slow tone, revealing a deep sense of grievance, "It's so tiring to provoke right and wrong." In an objective and down-to-earth tone, "Master Yan Jiu, it's much more difficult to deal with than I imagined. There was no bargain at all.”

As he said that, he raised his head, and showed the man his wrists with heavy ties, "Look, my wrists are about to be strangled by Master Yan Jiu, am I at a loss?"