Douluo: You call this a toy

There was a tiny pinprick at the base of the ear, and the surrounding area was slightly black. The little girl's death should have been caused by poisonous needles or something like that. However, Tianmo's mobile phone could not diagnose the cause of death. Yang Fan was just suspicious and could not make a conclusion.

"Comrade police, there seems to be a wound behind her ear."

After being reminded by Yang Fan, a policeman who was investigating the scene squatted down and took a closer look. Yang Fan felt something on his foot. He moved his foot and found it was a Buddhist bead. He was even more convinced that the murderer was the middle-aged monk.

He calmly picked up the beads and put them in his pocket.

The death of the little girl brought a greater shock to Yang Fan. He spent the same youthful years and lost his life just because of a bottle of Jiuzhuan spiritual liquid. It is really heartbreaking. How could that dead monk commit such a murderous act and snatch the things away? If not, why kill people and silence them?

Be it poisonous needles or other methods, anyway, if you kill someone, if the little girl has strong martial arts, then the person who dies will be a middle-aged monk. From this incident, Yang Fan saw his own weakness. He was not strong enough. Once he encountered a strong enemy, , only passively beaten.

He was not in the mood to eat, so he returned to the hotel, fell on the sofa, and was lost in thought.

Suddenly, his ears twitched because the door was pushed open and his steps were light. It was definitely not Liu Xueru, let alone going to dinner with Xiao Zhang.

"Who?"

Yang Fan suddenly sat up.

"Don't know me?"

Standing at the door was a shadow.

"It's you! Following me?"

Yang Fan stood up slowly.

"Did you tell that boy that the ambergris was fake?"

Shadow did not take action immediately, looked at Yang Fan and asked.

"It can't be true if it's fake. How about it's what I said?"

Yang Fan knew in his heart that even if he didn't admit it, they wouldn't let him go.

"Just admit it, who ordered you to do this?"

Mr. Chu believed that there was a driving force behind the incident and deliberately sabotaged the auction. Shadow was working for him, so he had to investigate clearly.

Yang Fan was secretly on guard and smiled calmly, "What a joke, do I need others to instruct me to do what I want to do?"

"You will take the initiative to confess."

Shadow quickly stepped forward and kicked several times in succession, but Yang Fan dodged them all.

Phew, Shadow's moves changed, and the sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wings appeared in his hand again, launching a fierce offensive against Yang Fan.

Yang Fan was like a monkey, jumping up and down, dodging left and right. When faced with killing moves, he could always turn danger into danger. Shadow was secretly surprised. He had never encountered such an opponent before, and he was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

Phew, Yang Fan moved a little slowly, and a cut was made on his shirt. If he moved forward even half an inch, his skin would definitely be cut.

Taking advantage of the move, he pursued the victory, and the shadow came with a knife and a kick. The sharp blade on it forced Yang Fan back, and raised his foot to attack the man's lower body. It was something passed down from generation to generation. If it was kicked, the incense of Yang Fan's family would continue to fall. At the critical moment, his pocket The defensive talisman inside exploded, and the shadow seemed to be kicked on the elastic airflow, and the body was shot out.

Shadow's face turned pale. She didn't notice the defensive talisman in Yang Fan's pocket, thinking he knew some martial arts skills like Qigong.

"What kind of work?"

Shadow asked in surprise.

Yang Fan was stunned and thought to himself, I haven't made a move yet, but the opponent actually regarded the defensive talisman as kung fu, and simply kept showing off.

He glanced sideways at Shadow's shoes, "Your shoes are rotten."

Shadow lowered his eyes, his expression froze, wondering how her dignified Shadow had ever been so embarrassed.

Murderous intent flashed in his eyes, "I want you to die!"

After finishing speaking, Shadow shot out the sharp blade in his hand, jumped up, and punched hard in the air.

The sharp blade passed by Yang Fan's ear and shot into the wall.

Yang Fan stood still, a smile brighter than a chrysanthemum suddenly bloomed on his face. Looking at Yang Fan's expression, the shadow had a creepy feeling in his pores, accompanied by a slight explosion sound, as if he was hit by a strong airflow, and it was difficult to breathe for an instant. When he landed, he was unable to get up.

Darling, why is this attack talisman so powerful?Yang Fan himself felt terrified.

"Hey, who sent you?"

Yang Fan walked to the wall and took a lot of effort to pull out the sharp blade.

"You will regret this."

Shadow held the ground and just stood up, then fell down again.

Yang Fan played with the sharp blade and walked towards the shadow.

"It's better to kill me, otherwise, you will never have peace."

The shadow side is ashen as death, knowing that it cannot escape the clutches of the devil, and is prepared to die.

Yang Fan knelt down, picked up her hand, and put the sharp blade in her hand.

"Go back and tell your master that I am just a small farmer in the countryside. I have never thought about going against anyone, and no one is instructing me. I just saw fakes to give buyers a warning."

Shadow was surprised. Not only did they not mean to hurt her, they even returned the blade to her.

"You want to let me go?"

Yang Fan stood up and returned to the sofa, "If you don't leave, why don't you live here?"

Shadow gritted his teeth and stood up, "I will find you."

After saying that, he opened the door and limped away.

Who dares to ask for such a tough girl?

Yang Fan sighed, thinking of Liu Xueru, and hurriedly called.

It rang a few times before the call was connected. "Have you eaten well?" Yang Fan asked.

"Who?"

A busy signal came from the beep, and Yang Fan jumped up from the sofa. Because the person on the other end was not Liu Xueru, but Xiao Zhang. How could the phone be in his hand?Is she drunk?When he called again, he was told that the call could not be connected, which made Yang Fan very anxious.

If I had known this, I would have followed whatever I was told, but now I don’t even know which restaurant to go to, so where can I find someone?He didn't have Xiao Zhang's phone number, but unfortunately he couldn't contact him...

Thinking of Bai Feng, Bai Feng knew him and would definitely be able to contact him. Why not ask him to stop him and call Bai Lan immediately.

When the call was connected, Yang Fan said impatiently: "Give me your brother's number. I have something urgent to do with him."

Bai Lan was puzzled. After hesitating for a few seconds, she told him the number.

Immediately, Yang Fan called Bai Feng.

"A friend of mine is with Xiao Zhang and is in danger now. Please contact him quickly and tell him not to hurt my friend."

"Who are you? Why should I help you?"

Obviously, Bai Feng didn't hear Yang Fan's voice, and Yang Fan was concerned about Liu Xueru and forgot to give his name.

"I'm Yang Fan."

"Who? You called the wrong number."

Dududu, the phone was hung up over there. Yang Fan didn't know that Bai Feng was having dinner with Mr. Chu, and Mr. Chu was investigating him. Bai Feng wanted to clear up the relationship.

Did this guy forget the flattering look on his face when he went to Xiaowan Village to beg him to come to Nanzhou?Now I asked him to do something, but he actually hung up on him. I was really angry. For Liu Xueru's sake, I called him again, but he hung up again.

Yang Fan was restless, walking around the living room, and finally fell down on the sofa weakly.

"Xue Ru, you should have this calamity in your life. It's a pity that I don't know how to tell fortunes. If you are killed by that beast..., I will never let him become a man!"

Yang Fan was upset and helpless, so he took out the yellow paper and scribbled a lot. In the end, he couldn't draw a single talisman because of his uneasiness.

He didn't dare to stop, for fear that his thoughts would wander, so he forced himself to focus on drawing the talisman. When he ran out of yellow paper, he started playing "Eighteen Falls of Sticky Clothes", followed by "Xingyiquan", and vented all his anger on his fists and feet. , I didn’t realize how much I cared about her until this moment.

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