Don't look at me, I'm not perfect

As if a hammer had hit him, the man fell directly to the ground.

Yan An sneered: "With this little ability, how can you still play Infernal Affairs like others?"

The tall man got up and punched him directly in the face. Yan An slightly tilted his head, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, twisted it to the right, and kicked him out of the hollow of his knee, holding him and beating him on the spot. Turned around, and then threw it on the fat man to press it, stepping on two people with one foot, without any effort.

"Don't you guys do your homework before you act? This is really unqualified. Look, did you fall into my hands?" Yan An grinned: "People are knives, I'm fish, you two... really look like a chopping board Fish that are about to die..."

The child's voice was full of laughter, but it was strangely chilling down the spine.

"Why don't you just stay and feed my flowers? I heard that flowers grown from corpses come out better?"

"you…"

Yan An stretched out his index finger and shook them: "Do you know why I wear gloves? Because..."

"No fingerprints."

62. Can't struggle

Seeing that Yan An didn't seem to be joking, the two men finally panicked.

The voice of the young man who wrapped himself into a mummy sounded a little immature, not even like an adult.

But the skill of beating people like picking up a grasshopper and the eerie and treacherous words are all interpreting——

What a person can be without appearance.

Even though I didn't see his face.

"This... this gentleman, we... our brothers are just taking people's money and doing things for them..."

Yan An hooked the corner of his mouth: "The typical lines of the eight o'clock dog blood series begin, let's continue."

Two men: "..."

So is this to say or not to say?

As a result, Yan An, who stepped on them, passed for a while, then lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think the flowers in my house are blooming particularly well?"

The man was taken aback.

Even though he was wearing white gloves, the young man pointed to the phalaenopsis placed next to the TV with his slender fingers: "That pot of orchids blooms all year round, and there have never been bugs or flies. It is lush and leafy. I always feel that it is like a person, who can draw a stick in the next second, and then strangle your necks, just like you just wanted to strangle me, little by little, treat you as flower fertilizer, and then slowly eat you. "

The little Phalaenopsis recruited her flowers and leaves very cooperatively.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhn

When the fat man was tossed by him, he vented more gas and breathed less air, and said through gritted teeth, "You... give me... calm down!"

"Brother, big brother, that flower is moving, there is no wind in the room—"

"Just a little trick! You..."

Yan An said: "Is it a trick? But I have been stepping on you all the time, and I haven't done anything... I don't believe it... Look at the rich man on the shoe cabinet.

Guizhu? "

The thin and tall man subconsciously turned his head, and then he squeezed the fat man's head tightly and cried in the next second: "Ah, ah, brother, that bamboo! That bamboo also moved—"

"Shut up!" the fat man yelled, but the tall and thin man held his head and covered his mouth, and the words he spoke were a bit stammering and nasal.

The thin and tall man didn't notice that his elder brother was about to be tormented to death by him, and he was still shouting: "Oh, brother, I'm afraid of ghosts!!"

Yan An suddenly felt that the brothers...

It's too unprofessional.

These two are obviously more suitable to be cross talk actors than kidnappers.

It happens to be able to sing oboe.

just didn't expect...

This younger brother seems really timid.

Ji Qinian pawed at the door frame and laughed silently, but he didn't see that Yang Yang's ability to play tricks is not small.

But those two middle-aged men...

Ji Qinian finished laughing, and stood by the door squinting at them.

These two levels don't look like they are going to deal with him, but there is a kind of...

The feeling of slapstick.

Shout out? !

Ji Qinian's complexion changed, and he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head, his eyes turned black, and the person behind him seemed to be afraid that he would not faint enough, so he knocked again.

Yan An outside the door was stepping on the two brothers to tell ghost stories, when he heard the mimosa on the balcony screaming: "Master! Master is not good! Someone climbed into your room through the window!"

Room?

Yan An suddenly smelled a strange aura approaching. He retracted his feet and turned around to avoid a stick. As a result, the man's stick fell on the tall and thin man.

"Aww—" The man howled like a wolf.

The man who appeared suddenly wrapped himself as tightly as Yan An, with a hat that could cover the entire head, only two eyes and two nostrils were exposed.

Yan An: "..."

Seeing that he missed a hit, the man yelled at the two brothers on the ground, "Go!"

The two were stunned for a while, and then they realized that someone had come to save them, and quickly got up.

The tall, thin man was still grinning.

The two wanted to run out the door.

Yan An tilted his head and said softly, "Want to leave? Am I letting you go?"

The man who appeared later looked at him warily: "What do you want?"

"Where's Ji Qinian?"

The man laughed: "He was sent out."

Yan An narrowed his eyes: "Really? Then you...stay with me."

"Hey, brat..." The man just wanted to taunt him, but the young man who was far away from him suddenly appeared in front of him, and the two men who had already run to the door couldn't open the door, turned around and wanted to ask for help. I saw a huge Phalaenopsis standing in front of me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa seriously———'

Over there, Yan An made a move with the man who looked like a black widow. The man became more wary of him, and Yan An felt that he was being provoked, and that these people dared to snatch people away under his nose...

court death.

So the three men present saw him slowly take off the gauze cap, and the red lines on the exposed doll's face became more and more bright red.

They even saw the patterns on his face slowly crawling, changing positions and occupying his face.

"Today, none of you want to leave."

The young man took off the gloves slowly, the patterns seemed to spread all over his body, the ones on his face went into the collarbone, and the wrists extended to the fingertips.

"Ghost—" The tall and thin man turned directly to the fat man, rolled his eyes at last, and passed out.

Yan An looked at the three of them expressionlessly, raised his right hand and hooked his fingers, and all the flower vines of the Phalaenopsis suddenly became thick and long, one vine was wrapped around his arm, and the others were staring at the vines in front of him. three men.

"you you…"

"It's really a ghost—"

Yan An moved his fingers again, and the lucky bamboo on the shoe cabinet was pulled out suddenly, and then slowly entrenched on the door, wrapping the doorknob tightly.

Yan An said: "You really think my family is so easy to enter? Come whenever you want, leave whenever you want, and kidnap people if you say you want to?"

"Yes...you have something to say..." The black widow-like man also panicked, stuttering: "We also...do...for others..."

Yan An only felt that his eyes were blood red, and the nerves in his head seemed to be hammered and hammered again and again, which made his head tense up and down.

He could feel his consciousness being swallowed up.

Killing intent began to dominate his mind.

"Take me alone, and use the bodies of the three of you to return it first." The young man's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of emotion: "After that, I will ask the people behind you one by one. Come back and send them on the road with you."

The young man looked at them as if he was looking at a few dead people. With a wave of his hand, the flower vine rushed towards them like a beast that had been watching for a long time.

The black widow-like man resisted with a stick, but another stick suddenly appeared on the other side, hitting his wrist directly, causing a slap between the man's wrists.

In pain, the stick fell to the ground and was immediately entangled by two flower vines.

One was wrapped around the neck and gradually tightened, and the other was wrapped around the limbs.

It seemed as if it was about to be swallowed by a giant python as its prey.

Can't struggle.

63. Can't do it

Just when the three men thought they were going to suffocate to death here as flower fertilizer, someone knocked on the door suddenly, and the people outside knocked three times slowly, and then seemed to stand quietly outside waiting for the people inside to open the door.

Three moderate knocks on the door made the originally chaotic and frenzied room quiet.

The child, who was covered in bright red patterns and looked a little abnormal, gradually calmed down, with a hint of confusion on his face, and the vines that had been twisting tightly seemed to stop growing in an instant, and the whole living room fell into an eerie silence.

The door was knocked three more times.

The lucky bamboo that had been entrenched on the door suddenly gradually retreated to its original position, and when the last bamboo body was withdrawn, it also opened the lock of the solid wooden door.

Gu Yu pushed the door in with a convenience bag from the supermarket, turned a blind eye to the messy living room, his eyes lightly swept over the three men who were already exhaling a lot, and fell on the child.

"Good, come here."

The child's eyes were blank.

Gu Yu put the convenience bag on the ground, stretched out his hand towards him, and coaxed softly, "Yang Yang, come here."

The child takes a tentative step.

Gu Yu said, "Yes, come here."

The child jumped straight into his arms.

Gu Yu took the person into his arms, buried the child's head in his chest, Gu Yu's chin was right on his heart, he rubbed against him like pampering and comforting, then bowed his head and kissed, holding the child in both hands, Gently patted him on the back: "Okay, okay, it's okay, I'm back."

"Woo..." The child whimpered and hugged his waist tightly.

Just now he really almost thought that he was going to become those low-level parasites.

"It's okay." As if knowing what he was thinking, the man's voice was low and gentle: "You are different from them, don't think about it, I

Jia Yangyang is powerful and good-looking, how could