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Liu Zhengtao looked at Wen Hao and said, "Wen Hao, this is my daughter Liu Yanling."

"Usually spoiled by me and her mother, she has a carefree temper, neither big nor small."

"Brother Tao, I think Ling'er has a pretty good personality, quite youthful and lively!"

"Uncle Wen still has the vision to discover my inner beauty!"

Liu Yanling came out of the kitchen after washing her hands, sat down on the seat next to Wen Hao and said.

"Ling'er, didn't you say that the poet you admire most is Wen Hao? Nuo, he is right next to you now."

"Ah~~~~~~~~" Liu Yanling turned to look at Wen Hao, and suddenly screamed.

"No wonder I just thought Uncle Wen... was very familiar, but I couldn't remember it at the moment."

"Wen... um... Uncle, I really like your "I Love This Land"!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect you to like such deep patriotic poetry at your age!"

"I'm not young anymore, I'm already seventeen, and I'm going to take the college entrance examination next year!

"Uncle Wen, can you sign for me!"

At this moment, Liu Zhengtao tapped Liu Yanling's head with his hand: "Eat first!"

"Okay, Dad!"

Liu Yanling pouted and picked up the bowl to eat.

Wen Hao also picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and ate them, and said while eating:

"Sister-in-law's cooking skills are really good, this sweet and sour pork ribs are sweet and sour, not greasy!"

Zhao Min Wenhao praised her for her good cooking skills, and he was a little happy in his heart, so he quickly said, "Wenhao, eat more!"

"Eh!"

......

After dinner.

"Thank you Wen... Uncle, you signed it for me!"

Ever since Liu Yanling learned that her father's Chinese uncle was her idol Wen Hao, every time she called him Uncle Wen Hao, she felt very awkward.

After all, Wen Hao is only a few years older than her.

And which girl doesn't have a spring, and which girl doesn't like her idol!

Liu Yanling naturally had a slight crush on Wen Hao in her heart.

"Small thing!"

After finishing speaking, Wen Hao said to Liu Zhengtao and Zhang Dongliang: "Brother Tao, Brother Zhang, I'll go back first!"

"We need to improve the script of "Bright Sword" tonight!"

"Okay, I'll take you downstairs!"

"Brother Tao, no need, I'll just go by myself!"

"Dad, why don't I send the following... Uncle!"

"go Go!"

"Oh yeah~~~~~"

Wen Hao and Liu Yanling walked out of the gate of the community side by side. In just a few hundred meters, Liu Yanling kept chattering.

How can this kid talk like that?

Wen Hao couldn't take it anymore.

When he walked out of the community, he saw a taxi passing by, he quickly stopped it, opened the door, and jumped into it!

"Ling'er, goodbye..."

After finishing speaking, Wen Hao touched the cold sweat on his forehead!

Chapter 43 Why do dying people know so much

After the taxi drives 100 meters away,

The driver asked Wen Hao in a low voice, "Where are you going?"

Wen Hao hurriedly reported a landmark near the courtyard.

After 15 minutes, Wen Hao looked at the street scene and asked, "Master, did you go the wrong way!"

The driver's low voice sounded again: "I didn't go the wrong way. There was a traffic accident on the regular road and it was blocked. I'm going the other way now."

"is it?"

Although Wen Hao felt suspicious, he still didn't think much about it.

The taxi walked for another 10 minutes.

Wen Hao completely discovered something was wrong.

"who are you?"

Wen Hao asked sharply.

The driver didn't speak, and suddenly accelerated and turned into a small alley.

Then stop and turn off the engine, the movement is as skillful as if it has been rehearsed many times.

Immediately afterwards, the driver turned his head, and a face full of scars appeared in front of Wen Hao.

I am a grass.

In the dark, this face almost scared Wen Hao to pee.

Ordinary people may have already fainted.

But Wen Hao is not an ordinary person.

"Mom, ghost."

With a loud cry, he subconsciously punched the scarred face.

If you ask whether the punch is strong or not.

Wen Hao can only say that 200kg is still available.

So, with a "bang", the scar-faced man was knocked unconscious by Wen Hao without any precautions, and fell on the steering wheel.

At this time, Wen Hao hurriedly opened the car door and walked down.

Wen Hao stood outside the car, staring at the scar-faced man fainted on the steering wheel with piercing eyes, his thoughts tumbling.

Who is this?

"Killer?"

"The person sent by the poisonous dragon alliance to assassinate him?"

"But it's too bad, isn't it?"

Just as Wen Hao was thinking wildly, the scar-faced man suddenly woke up!

He shook his head vigorously, his eyes showing a hint of confusion at first.

Then he glanced at Wen Hao outside the car.

Instantly became angry.

It's so embarrassing, it's the first time I have encountered such a bad start when I have received so many orders by myself.

There was a gleam of coldness in the eyes of the scar-faced man, which combined with his ugly face was truly frightening.

He nimbly opened the car door and jumped out.

Then he took out a pistol from his back and aimed it directly at Wen Hao.

Fuck, it's really a killer!

Wen Hao squatted subconsciously, and quickly hid in the other side of the taxi.

At the same time, with a soft "whoosh", a bullet hit exactly where he was just standing.

"This ugly monster is really ruthless!"

Wen Hao secretly spat in his heart.

There was also a chill in his eyes.

Gotta find a way to get rid of his pistol.

Wen Hao thought to himself.

Suddenly, Wen Hao saw a small pile of sand at the rear of the car by the dim street lights in the alley.

So he squatted close to the body of the taxi, quickly walked around to the rear of the car, then grabbed a handful of sand and a stone, and threw them in the direction where the scar-faced man was standing.

When the scar-faced man heard the movement, he subconsciously turned around and pulled the trigger. He smashed the stone into pieces with one shot, but his eyes were directly shot by the sand that hit his face.

The scar-faced man couldn't help squinting his eyes, at this moment, Wen Hao stood up, kicked his feet and flew towards the scar-faced man, throwing the scar-faced man to the ground hard.

Then a pistol that had been ripped through the scarfaced man was thrown into the distance.

This process took only 2 seconds, but it was extremely thrilling.

At this time, the scar-faced man kicked up with both feet, kicking Wen Hao away, and then a carp rolled and stood up.

And Wen Hao also took advantage of the strength of the scar-faced man to kick him, leaned forward with his waist, and stood firmly on the ground.

At this time, Wen Hao and the scar-faced man looked at each other and confronted each other.

"Are you a killer sent by the Dragon Alliance?"

Wen Hao asked suddenly.

"Why do dying people know so much!"

The deep voice of the scar-faced man sounded.

After finishing speaking, he punched Wen Hao directly.

Compared with close combat, who is afraid of whom.

Wen Hao kicked his left foot and rushed up quickly, kicking the scarface man's waist hard, kicking him to the ground.

A look of pain flashed across the face of the scar-faced man, and just as he was about to get up, Wen Hao kicked him hard again, dragging the ground and flying 2 meters away.

At this time, the scar-faced man stood up unsteadily, his ugly face distorted a little due to the pain.

He spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said in a low voice:

"The information is wrong. I didn't expect you to be so skilled. Hey, see you next time."

Then he took out a black bead-shaped object from his body and threw it towards the ground where Wen Hao was standing.

Wen Hao flashed quickly.

I saw a dazzling light immediately lit up as soon as the black one touched the ground.

Cao, flash bomb!

Wen Hao could not help but close his eyes.

Ten seconds later, when he opened his eyes again, the scar-faced man had already disappeared.

Let him run away!

Kind of annoying.

Wen Hao regretted not getting anything out of his mouth.

Wen Hao walked over to pick up the pistol thrown in the distance, weighed it, then poured out the bullets directly, then broke off the various parts of the pistol, and threw it into the trash can at the entrance of the alley.

Finally, Shi Shi ran out of the alley.

And when Wen Hao left the alley for 30 minutes, the figure of the scar-faced man suddenly emerged from the sewer at the entrance of the alley.

He spat out blood again.

Muttering in his mouth, he said, "I knew this task was not that simple."