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　Ning Yiping said that it doesn't matter whether the house is in his name or not, and he doesn't need to sell the house for money.

　"Okay, then I'll keep it for you"

　After asking Xiang Tianxin a few questions, Ning Yiping drove away and went straight to the black market.

　This woman, Mo Lan, is a bit disobedient and needs a good beating.

　The black market opens every month for seven days each time.

　There are still some days before the closure, and Mo Lan, the owner of the Yihai black market, is naturally still in the black market.

　Come to the door of the bar.

　"Do you dare to move?"

　"dare not"

　Familiar dialogue, familiar taste.

　Ning Yiping walked into the bar just like that, and a few people who came out of the black market on the way couldn't help but panic when they saw Ning Yiping's undisguised face.

　He didn't care so much, and grabbed a bartender passing by.

　"What about the shadow?"

　"The boss is...upstairs..."

　It's just that ordinary bartenders can't withstand the pressure of professionals, so they immediately confessed Mo Lan's position.

　Ning Yiping let go of his hand, and the bartender collapsed on the ground.

　"You have gone too far"

　Mo Lan came down slowly from upstairs, dressed like a shadow face.

　"After I slaughtered Hu Xiao's nine brothers, he told me the same thing, and then...um"

　Ning Yiping shrugged his shoulders, and everyone present understood the unfinished content of this sentence.

　"So I've been nice to you, haven't I?"

　Ning Yiping walked towards Mo Lan step by step, everyone held their breath, the sound of his footsteps was very clear at this moment, like a death knell counting down.

　There are not many Tier [-]s in China, and if there are any, it is estimated that there are about a thousand people.

　But such a ferocious third-order man is really rare.

　Killing people in the black market, killing fox owls in a blink of an eye, this is not something that ordinary professionals can do.

　Ning Yiping, a new face, brought shock to Yihai professional circle no less than an earthquake.

　"Did you kneel down on your own initiative, or did I make you kneel down?"

　Ning Yiping walked up to Mo Lan and looked at Mo Lan calmly.

　"The black market is not a place where you can act recklessly!"

　Mo Lan scolded angrily, she was already holding a pair of daggers tightly in her hands, but she didn't dare to make a real move.

　"This world has always been respected by strength since ancient times. If I ask you to kneel down, you have to kneel down, understand?"

　Ning Yiping said softly, when the last two words fell, Zhenwu Tiandi unfolded with itself as the center.

　He didn't hold back anything, and he was filled with true energy.

　Mo Lan couldn't resist at all, and fell to her knees.

　And the people around also felt that they had nowhere to go, as if they had lost their abilities and turned back to ordinary people, wanting to escape in panic.

　Even people outside the scope are more or less subject to this kind of suppression.

　Soon, the people in the black market dispersed, leaving only Ning Yiping and Mo Lan.

　Ning Yiping scattered Zhenwu Tiandi, and Mo Lan collapsed weakly on the ground, cold sweat drenched her whole body.

　He squatted down and lifted Mo Lan's shadow mask, exposing this charming face to the air.

　Lifting Mo Lan's chin, Ning Yiping looked closely at the face.

　"The only ones in the Ning family who haven't fallen into the devil are the two of us. Unfortunately, you are Ning Chengyan's daughter."

　Ning Yiping opened the upper and lower eyelids of Mo Lan's left eye, flicked it lightly, and the colored contact lenses flew out.

　His blue pupils came into his eyes.

　"Ning Xin told you?"

　Ning Molan finally spoke out.

　This time it was Ning Yiping's turn to be silent, but his hands were still playing with Ning Molan's delicate chin.

　Smooth, fair, and a little soft.

　"Now that you know everything, kill if you want."

　Ning Molan closed her eyes.

　"Such as X first and then kill?"

　Ning Yiping whispered in Ning Molan's ear.

　Ning Molan trembled from the hot air she exhaled, her heart became more and more flustered, and a layer of redness appeared on her white skin.

　"Go to hell!"

　Ning Molan tried to fight for her life, but before the dagger arrived, Ning Yiping locked her hands, her hot and provocative body struggling hard.

　"Snapped!"

　The cool and crisp sound echoed in the bar, one, two, three...

　Ning Yiping didn't stop until Ning Molan stopped struggling.

　Ning Molan had tears all over her face at this moment, sobbing softly, she had never been insulted like this before.

　"Since you want to die, I will give you this chance"

　Ning Yiping pulled a chair and sat down, threw the dagger on the ground, and looked at Ning Molan indifferently.

　Ning Molan quickly picked up the dagger and stepped back.

　In the turmoil, she forgot even the most basic observations, hit a table with her waist, and fell down again.

　"Can you run away?"

　Ning Yiping's indifferent voice sounded, and the words hit Ning Molan's heart.

　Yes, can you escape?

　Ning Molan was so desperate that she put the dagger around her neck.

　One second, two seconds, three seconds... Minutes passed, but Ning Molan didn't make a move.

　"It's right to be afraid of death. No one in this world is not afraid of death, because everyone who is not afraid of death is dead."

　Ning Yiping stood up and walked in front of Ning Molan, covering Ning Molan's hand holding the dagger with his palm.

　"Do you need me to help you?"

　Ning Yiping's voice was like a ghost, and with a little force, a bloodstain appeared on Ning Molan's neck.

　The dagger was released by Ning Molan and fell to the ground.

　"I don't want, I don't want to die, I don't want to die"

　The stimulation of death exceeded Ning Molan's psychological tolerance limit, and her psychological defense completely collapsed and out of control.

　Ning Yiping looked at Ning Molan who was in a daze, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and a ghostly smile appeared on his face.

　"Remember, I will let you die, you will not live"

　Ning Yiping lowered his head and held Ning Molan's red lips.

　This is just the first step.

Chapter 43. The Warriors on the Plane

　In the first class cabin of the plane, Ning Yiping held a book and read it like turning the pages.

　On the side table are two books that have already been read.

　Compared with Ning Yiping's quietness, Huo Yang who is not far away seems a little restless. After all, he will feel more uncomfortable if he is in another cabin.

　"Mr. Ning, this is your dessert"

　Ning Yiping closed the book and took a look at the stewardess.

　The appearance is barely okay, according to the aesthetics of ordinary people, it should be able to score 85 points, but it is still far from the passing line in his heart.

　"Let's put it away, and take the note on the dinner plate, thank you"

　Ning Yiping smiled gently, but his words were cruel.

　The stewardess took the note back in embarrassment.

　This is the fourth warrior who has dared to face death since Ning Yiping boarded the plane.

　The first one is 'Mr. Ning, what service do you need? '

　The second is 'Mr. Ning, here is your hors d'oeuvres'

　The third is 'Mr. Ning, this is your steak'

　The iron tower man on the side couldn't stand it anymore.

　"Why hasn't my steak arrived yet!"

　"I'm sorry sir, I'll arrange it right away"

　Although the stewardess was terribly frightened by Huo Yang, she still reluctantly left after taking a few glances at Ning Yiping.

　"Brother Ning, can we discuss something with you?"

　Huo Yang's men leaned over and asked in a low voice.

　"Say"

　Ning Yiping opened the book.

　"Brother Ning, please be merciful when you arrive at the bureau. You see, we are all 25 or [-] years old, and we are in the capital city. Although the bureau has a private room and a car, it is not easy to find a wife, especially..."

　This remark made Ning Yiping's scalp tingle, could it be that people in the capital are so eloquent?

　In other words, he didn't want to be like this, but his appearance is here, what can he do if others insist on getting up to him?

　You can't just disfigure your face or something in order not to be disturbed by these Yingyingyanyans?

　Even if it's a plastic surgery, maybe it will be upgraded a little bit, and it's all gone.

　"Okay, I'll try my best"

　Ning Yiping nodded helplessly.

　"Thank you on behalf of the brothers in the bureau. When we arrive in the capital, we will treat you to the authentic miscellaneous sauce noodles and fried belly, so that you will be full."

　……

　It took only three hours for Yihai to fly to the capital, and a special car came to pick up the group of four as soon as they got off the plane.

　As soon as the star-like Ning Yiping came out, he immediately attracted the attention of the paparazzi, and the camera pointed at Ning Yiping and took random shots.

　Ning Yiping was dumbfounded by this operation, the capital city is really unusual, these people are probably not paparazzi who have been staying at the airport for a long time.

　The operation is pretty good, but it's a pity that these shots didn't go to the right people.

　Ning Yiping made a comment, and then got into the car.

　It can be seen through the rearview mirror that these paparazzi have been surrounded by the staff of the General Administration.

　The distance from the headquarters is a bit far from the airport. After driving for about half an hour, we still haven't arrived yet, and there are still some traffic jams on the road.

　Ning Yiping didn't read to pass the time, he brought five books with him when he went out, and read them all on the plane.

　I can only swipe my phone boringly, and then I see a circle of friends in the hair of a little girl in the circle of friends.

　The accompanying text is only three words, Ollie!

　The accompanying picture is a screenshot of the game record, [-] consecutive victories.