Qin Dynasty snare people

Mo Ya accompanied Luo Yan into the theater with question marks on his head, and fought all the way to the backyard. He soon found the rickety figure who was mopping the floor.

The other party did not leave, but was still mopping the floor with great care and skill.

it's him.

Luo Yan stopped and looked at the other person carefully.

It was the other party who scared his beloved sister-in-law just now. How could he let it go?

If the eldest brother is not at home, how can the younger brother let his sister-in-law be wronged?

"Sir, is there something wrong with him?"

Mo Ya followed Luo Yan's gaze and looked over. When he saw the ugly figure of the other party, he asked in a low voice.

But from the outside, Mo Ya couldn't tell anything.

"I don't know, but it's probably not ordinary. Let's go and have a look."

Luo Yan chuckled lightly, said something casually, and walked towards the other party.

If the other party has any problems, you will know after contacting them.

Mo Crow's eyes flashed with interest, he stopped talking and followed Luo Yan closely.

He was accompanied by several theater attendants.

Under the watchful eyes of several people.

Luo Yan walked up to the low-level servant who was exuding a stench. He didn't feel disgusted with it. He knelt down and directly blocked the other person's path to wipe the floor. His dark eyes looked at him calmly. To be more precise, he looked at him. Looking into the other person's eyes, trying to see something.

The disfigured and ugly face was slightly raised, and a pair of eyes looked at Luo Yan in awe. The next moment, his figure started to tremble, and he quickly knelt down to Luo Yan, as if he was afraid of a "big shot" like Luo Yan.

Pretending to be pretty similar.

Luo Yan murmured in his heart. It was indeed difficult to tell anything based on appearance and expression alone.

"My lord, he is just a low-level servant and a mute."

A theater attendant said respectfully to Luo Yan, as if he hoped that Luo Yan would not argue with a low-level servant.

"How long has he been coming to your theater?"

Luo Yan stood up slowly, continued to stare at the low-level slaves who kept kneeling, and asked softly.

"More than half a month."

The theater attendant said respectfully.

"You guys go out first. I want to have a word with him. Mo Crow, watch the courtyard and don't let anyone else in."

Luo Yan glanced at Mo Ya and ordered.

Mo Ya nodded, waved his hands to the attendants around him, and led everyone outside.

No one here would speak up for a low-level servant. The previous persuasion was just because he was worried that Luo Yan would blame the theater.

Luo Yan's current status is already considered a big shot in South Korea, and he does not dare to offend him easily.

This is the benefit of status.

Soon, all the other people walked out.

The yard was blocked by ink crows.

Luo Yan looked at the ugly man who was kneeling in front of him and kept kneeling down and said in a low voice: "Stop pretending, who are you? Why do you know my sister-in-law? Why is my sister-in-law so shocked when she sees you."

"Aba Aba~"

The mute slave moved his mouth and made a few noises. He looked at Luo Yan in awe and kowtowed, as if he didn't understand what Luo Yan was saying.

"Do you think I'm stupid? What's the use of pretending to be deaf?"

Luo Yan sneered and said.

The mute slave still maintained an expression of awe and kept kowtowing, as if he really didn't understand anything.

"Don't tell me? Then go to hell."

Luo Yan's face turned cold, and the smile on his face disappeared. He held the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand and pulled out the sword in a rather "clumsy" manner. Then without any hesitation, he pointed the sword at the mute. The slave's neck was slashed.

He looks very much like a young man who will kill someone if he disagrees with him.

It's just that the speed of swinging the sword is not very fast. It seems that Luo Yan doesn't know how to use the sword at all.

Mo Ya frowned slightly when he saw this scene from a distance, wondering why Luo Yan suddenly took action, but it had to be said that Luo Yan's sword swinging posture was really ugly, worse than an ordinary soldier.

Moreover, the style of the sword is also quite strange. The sword does not look like a sword, and the sword does not look like a sword.

But soon.

Mo Crow's pupils shrank and his figure disappeared from the place.

Because the moment Luo Yan swung his sword, the mute slave below suddenly stood up from his kneeling posture. His eyes were cold and sharp, and he quickly grabbed Luo Yan's wrist. His remaining body strength burst out to suppress Luo Yan's arm. With his strength, he turned sideways, grabbed the sword, and then held Luo Yan's long sword and placed it on Luo Yan's neck.

A hoarse voice slowly sounded: "Don't move!"

The low, dead voice was like a ghost coming out of hell, cold and lifeless.

"brush!"

Mo Ya stopped and stood two steps away from Luo Yan, holding a black feather in his hand and looking at the mute slave with cold eyes.

At this distance, he was 80% sure to kill the opponent and rescue Luo Yan.

But the 20% risk made Mo Ya hesitate.

"Let go, sir. If something happens to him, I guarantee you won't be able to leave Xinzheng!"

"I didn't want to cause trouble. It's you who are causing trouble for me."

The mute slave said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Mo Ya glanced at Luo Yan. In the final analysis, it was Luo Yan's fault. He had a knife on his head. He was worried about Mrs. Hu and wanted to kill someone. Something must have happened now.

However, Luo Yan obviously cannot be blamed for this matter. Who makes Luo Yan the person Mo Crow needs to protect now.

Luo Yan can do whatever he wants, but Mo Ya can't.

Once something happens to Luo Yan, Ji Wuye will definitely not let Mo Ya go.

Luo Yan is now very important to Ji Wuye.

But there's still a problem.

That’s who the other person is!

Is it related to Mrs. Hu? !

Why are you hiding here?

What a purpose!

But no matter what the problem is, it must be considered after rescuing Luo Yan.

Looking at Luo Yan who was kidnapped, Mo Ya felt a little heavy.

Compared to Mo Crow who was in a bad mood.

Luo Yan was in a good mood, as if he was not the one being kidnapped. He was even in the mood to chat with the mute slave next to him: "Who are you?"

"A man who came out of hell!"

When the mute slave heard this, his eyes were cold and he spoke slowly.

Do you think you are Wei Zhuang?

Luo Yan complained in his heart, the other party didn't have Wei Zhuang's strength but had Wei Zhuang's problems. No wonder he was in such a miserable state, lying on the theater to wash people's hands.

"What is your relationship with my sister-in-law?"

Luo Yan continued to ask.

".An old friend."

Hearing this, the mute slave was silent for a long time before speaking slowly, as if this question reminded him of a time long ago.

During those years.

He was still so handsome and handsome, with extraordinary bearing. He was also the most popular right commander in the army, with a bright future, but later...

All is gone.

Thinking of this, the mute slave clenched the sword in his hand, and unforgettable hatred appeared in his eyes, which was hatred for Liu Yi.

The other party took away everything from him and destroyed everything from him.

He comes back this time with a vengeance!

As soon as this idea came to mind, the mute slave felt a pain in his wrist, and one arm lost all feeling. Immediately afterwards, his abdomen suffered a severe injury, and the strong force made him feel like retching.

next moment.

The scenery around him quickly retreated, and he flew backwards, hitting the wall behind him heavily. The violent impact caused severe pain all over his body.

"Brush~"

Luo Yan pulled out the scabbard from his waist and caught the fallen sword. With the sound of the sword being sheathed, he thrust the sword out at an extremely fast speed. The scabbard and the sword sank into the wall, supporting the opponent's creaking nest. , to prevent the other party from sliding down the wall.

"Ahem~"

The mute slave coughed twice, suppressing the pain in his body, and looked at Luo Yan in disbelief. He was pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger! !

With such great strength, he pretended at first that he couldn't even use a sword.

Mo Ya's expression also stiffened, and he was a little shocked.

Luo Yan's martial arts seems to be pretty good.

"You have poor strength, no brains, and you like to pretend. How did my sister-in-law know someone like you?"

Luo Yan shook his head and commented with some disgust.

He can't even be a killer.

Can you believe that the hostage-taker was still distracted? !

The other party is even more outrageous than him.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Luo, who is famous in Xinzheng, would be such a villain!"

The mute servant looked at Luo Yan, the shock in his eyes had slowly faded away, followed by sarcasm and ridicule, both towards himself and towards Luo Yan, he said in a low voice.

"You were the one who sneaked up on me first. I killed you openly, but you pretended to be a weakling and sneaked up on me, and even kidnapped me. Which one of us is the villain?!"

Hearing this, Luo Yan chuckled lightly and asked.

Hearing this, the mute slave fell silent and closed his eyes, as if he no longer wanted to communicate with Luo Yan.

Mo Crow glanced at Luo Yan, then looked at the mute slave with his eyes closed, and suggested: "Sir, it's better to leave this matter to me. I have a way to pry open his mouth."

"No, after all, he is my sister-in-law's old friend. My sister-in-law should know him. How to deal with it will be decided after I go see my sister-in-law."

Luo Yan pondered for a moment and said softly.

It was getting late now, so he planned to go see Mrs. Hu first, see what Mrs. Hu said, and have dinner by the way.

He had a hunch that the identity of the other party was not simple.

"All right."

Mo Crow nodded, then stepped forward and tied up the mute slave. At the same time, he took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, forcing him to take it.

"What are you feeding? Don't poison me."

Luo Yan took out his sword and hung it on his waist again. He looked at Mo Crow's movements and asked in confusion.

"It's not poison, just a pill that makes the other party powerless for a short period of time."

Mo Crow explained softly.

As he spoke, he searched the other person's body professionally, but the mute slave was very poor and had almost nothing of value on him, let alone anything that could prove his identity.

He looked ugly and his figure was distorted, making it impossible to determine the other person's past identity.

A pill that makes you weak for a short period of time?

What a good thing!

Luo Yan's eyes lit up and he said softly: "I have a friend who is very interested in this kind of medicine. Do you still have some? Give me a few bottles."

When Mo Ya heard this, his expression suddenly became strange and he looked at Luo Yan.

How many bottles? !

How could he have so many.