The beautiful president's soldier king summoner

"Pinglu Chixiang Wan?"

Lin Yun pinched the scarlet pill with two fingers, and felt the strange fragrance pungent to his nostrils, with a half-smile expression on his face.

"Bastard! Give it back to me!"

Shan Tingyu was already frantic, baring his teeth and claws, like a tigress descending a mountain, and rushed towards Lin Yun.

Shan Tingyu has also learned some martial arts now, but his strength is low. Lin Yun turned his body slightly and easily avoided it.

But Shan Tingyu refused to let it go, and continued to rush towards Lin Yun crazily.

Lin Yun didn't fight back, and looked at Shan Tingyu coldly, avoiding her attack.

Shan Tingyu couldn't even touch the corner of Lin Yun's clothes, but he was exhausted and out of breath.

"Lin Yun, you villain. Give me back my things!"

Just listen to the rain's stomping feet.

"your things?"

Lin Yun raised his eyebrows: "If I'm not mistaken, this Pinglu Chixiang Pill should have rolled out of that statue of the evil god. Let me ask you, where did you get the statue of the evil god. "

"Yes"

Shan Tingyu suddenly got stuck, biting his lips lightly with his white teeth, unable to speak.

"Hmph, I guessed right. You bought this weird statue from Huachen. In other words, it is an antique cultural relic from Huaxia! You, an islander, dare to take Huaxia's cultural relics from Huachen. Do it for yourself, what a guts!"

Lin Yun snorted coldly and said angrily.

"I"

Shan Tingyu was speechless, opened his mouth, but didn't know how to explain it. After a while, he whispered: "This Rakshasa statue is indeed something from Huaxia Buddhism. It was cheated by Huachen from an ancient temple. Yes. However, Pinglu Chixiangwan is not your Huaxia's thing. It's mine!"

"Bullshit."

Lin Yun scolded angrily: "Since the Rakshasa looks like a Chinese cultural relic, the things inside are of course Chinese things!"

"No"

Shan Tingyu's face was pale, with anxiety on his face: "Pinglu Chixiangwan is not in the Rakshasa statue, I really don't know how to explain it to you."

"You explain slowly, I'm not in a hurry."

Lin Yun sneered coldly, he pinched Shan Tingyu's handle, not afraid that she might not explain things clearly.

"This is our Yamada family's secret, we can't tell anyone." Shan Tingyu hesitated.

"Oh, forget it. I suddenly don't want to hear it now."

Lin Yun put the pills in his pocket, turned around and left.

"Don't go. I'll tell you."

Shan Tingyu became anxious, and hurried to the door to stop Lin Yun.

Lin Yun was not in a hurry, turned around and pulled a chair, waiting for Shan Tingyu's explanation.

"Even if I say it, you won't believe it."

Shan Tingyu was so anxious that he was about to cry.

"It's up to you to say it or not, and it's up to me to believe it or not. Whether you like to talk or not, I don't have time to ink with you."

Lin Yun stood up with a somewhat irritable expression, as if he was about to shake off his clothes and leave.

"Good! I said!"

Shan Tingyu finally made up his mind: "In your ancient legends of China, there are many stories of gods appearing."

Lin Yun couldn't help laughing, and interrupted Shan Tingyu's words: "You won't tell me, it's really a manifestation of a god, and you gave this Pinglu Chixiang Wan."

Shan Tingyu's cheeks flushed slightly, as if she was a little ashamed, but she still nodded her head and said firmly, "That's right, this pill was indeed bestowed by the gods."

"Ridiculous, utter nonsense."

Lin Yun waved his hand, already too lazy to continue listening.

If there are really gods in the world, then warriors don't need to practice, they just need to burn incense every day, worship, pay respects, wait for the gods to show their spirits, give them pills, and their martial arts cultivation can improve by leaps and bounds.

"You really don't believe it."

Shan Tingyu shook his head slightly, very helpless: "Since you don't believe me, you can ask others. I don't know much about Chinese martial arts, but I can tell that your kung fu seems to be of the Buddhist lineage. You can go to martial arts Shaochan Temple in the Holy Land, ask the eminent monks to see if what I said is true or not."

"I don't bother you with my affairs."

Lin Yun smiled slightly: "Anyway, I can't return this pill to you. If you want to take it back, you can return all the antiques that were sold to the island country."

Shan Tingyu knew that it was impossible for her to convince Lin Yun. She rolled her eyes and shouted, "Come here! The killer is here again!"

boom!
Hearing Shan Tingyu's exclamation, the big man in black outside the door kicked the door open and barged in.

However, they only had time to see the back of Lin Yun leaving the window, so they fired a few weapons in vain, but it didn't help.

This group of people immediately went out to chase Lin Yun, but Lin Yun had already gone far away. They returned without success and reported to Shan Tingyu: "Miss, that man escaped too fast, we lost it."

Shan Tingyu sat on the ground slumped, his face full of despair.

Now she can use all the power of the Yamada Society to deal with Lin Yun and take back Pinglu Chixiangwan.

After all, Beihai City is Lin Yun's territory, he can run away from a monk, but not a temple.

However, that means that Yamada Society and Nalan Ruobing are in full-scale war.

The Yamada Club is not monolithic either. The news of President Yamada's death will soon reach the ears of other gangs that split from the Yamaguchi-gumi.

At that time, these clubs and gangs will definitely take this opportunity to attack the Yamada Club.

On the one hand is a pill.

On the other hand, it is the life and death of Yamada Club.

Shan Tingyu considered it again and again, and finally decided to obey Lin Yun and temporarily let everyone in the Yamada Club withdraw from Beihai.

But Shan Tingyu's decision had long been expected by Lin Yun.

Chunfeng proud of the building, and did not have the capital to start a war with himself.

After Lin Yun left Chunfeng Deyi Building, he immediately got through to Deng Yongjun's personal cell phone.

"Mr. Lin, what else do you want?"

"The Yamada Society will completely withdraw from Beihai tomorrow. I will give you two days. I don't want to see Hua Chen return to Beihai alive."

When the phone was connected, Deng Yongjun wanted to say something, but was interrupted coldly by Lin Yun.

"hiss"

When Lin Yun's murderous words sounded in his ears, Deng Yongjun was startled and couldn't help but gasped.

"I'll say it again, Chunfeng Deyilou, I've settled it. Huachen will leave it to you."

Lin Yun spoke again, with an undoubted domineering tone: "You have to know, if Hua Chen returns to Beihai alive, you will be the first to die!"

"Mr. Lin, I understand."

Deng Yongjun said quickly, his face full of shock.

He originally thought that it would take some time for Lin Yun to deal with the Chunfeng Deyi Building.

But he didn't expect that after just a few hours, Lin Yun told him that the Chunfeng Deyi Building had been settled.

You know, the backstage of Chunfeng Deyilou is the notorious Yamaguchi-gumi.

What exactly did Lin Yun do to make the Yamaguchi-gumi frightened?

Shocked, Deng Yongjun kept asking himself in his heart, could Lin Yun be an enemy?

the answer is negative.

Deng Yongjun has decided that no matter what happens, he cannot stand against Lin Yun.

Because, that must be a dead end.