Fear of being wiped out by the big boss every day

The two men who kidnapped Ling Jiangxian seemed to be very familiar with the Laner Club. The route they chose was very secluded and there were no people walking around, but in the end Ling Jiangxian was brought into the business area. Ling Jiangxian could even hear the singing from a distance. And low laughter, but the side where he was being carried away was very quiet, Ling Jiangxian turned his head, and could see that the decoration nearby was more luxurious, and there were private rooms one by one.

Ling Jiangxian knew that he couldn't get out of trouble for the time being, but the panic when he first encountered the accident faded a lot, and he even started to think wildly.

Ling Jiangxian feels that as a man with the temperament of the protagonist of the time-traveling novel, he should not encounter such danger. If he encounters danger, it is likely that his destined marriage is about to appear to save him, and his marriage , either a supporting actress who goes through the book to counterattack, or a male villain who has reformed from evil.

When Ling Jiangxian was about to use the hundreds of online articles he had read, the two kidnappers had already carried him into what seemed to be the largest private room. After they carried Ling Jiangxian in, they unceremoniously threw him On the ground, fortunately, the thick carpet on the ground was very soft and comfortable, and Ling Jiangxian didn't even feel the slightest pain.

Ling Jiangxian was thrown on the ground and regained his freedom. The first thing he did was to look up at the surrounding situation. In the private room, someone was playing billiards, someone was playing darts, and someone was drinking at the bar. On the sofa in front of Ling Jiangxian, On the other hand was a red-haired man holding a glass goblet.

As for the two black-clothed men who kidnapped him, they should be the personal bodyguards of some nobleman. After leaving Ling Jiangxian behind, they stood guard at the door, probably because they were afraid that Ling Jiangxian would escape.

After Ling Jiangxian was carried in, several people in the private room also noticed him. Bai Rufei, who was sitting at the bar, looked at Ling Jiangxian, then at the red-haired man and asked in puzzlement, "Himeng, what are you doing?" What are you doing?"

The red-haired man showed a smirk. Although he was answering Bai Rufei's words, he kept tilting his head and staring at Ling Jiangxian. The person called He Meng said that since the waiter bumped into you, I will help his boss teach him the rules. .

Ling Jiangxian knew that these people couldn't afford to offend, so he wanted to stand up and apologize, but he didn't expect to be kicked back to the ground by the bodyguard standing at the door as soon as he got up. Traveling through the guild has something to do with it. He really didn't dare to make a big deal out of it, otherwise the consequences would be very bottomless, and he would even go all the way towards NP pure meat.

Ling Jiangxian was lying on the ground, and the shoulder where he was kicked was a little painful, but he couldn't take care of it at this time. Instead, he was doing psychological construction for himself. He thought that Gou Jian would try it out for Fu Chai, and Sima Yi signed for it. As for Zhuge Liang’s women’s clothing, Han Xin was also humiliated by the butcher’s crotch. Ling Jiangxian thinks that people who do big things should bear it when they are patient, and counsel when they should be counseled.

After being kicked back to the ground, Ling Jiangxian didn't struggle any more, and simply kept apologizing to Bai Rufei in a posture of falling to the ground, and Bai Rufei was indeed the most talkative among these people. Ling Jiangxian apologized, and then said to the red-haired young man, "Hermon, don't make things difficult for him, let him go."

The man named He Meng said dissatisfiedly, "It wasn't you who kept saying that you were hurt by the chest/mouth pain just now. It was all caused by this person. If I don't teach him a lesson, what do you suffer?"

Hearing He Meng's words, Ling Shengun, who had read countless articles on the Internet, fell silent.

He was just knocked away by Long Aotian just now, and he didn't have much strength when he ran to the side. The fact that Bai Rufei was knocked into He Meng's arms by him is already very unscientific, and now Bai Rufei actually said Being hit by him made her chest/chest hurt and uncomfortable all the time, this is simply very unscientific, Ling Jiangxian felt as if she could smell the aroma of green tea, which was fragrant and strong.

Ling Jiangxian stopped talking. Instead of believing that Bai Rufei would really help him, he might as well believe that Long Aotian can descend from the sky. Just when Ling Jiangxian regretted that he didn't read the almanac when he went out today, the young man named He Meng He stood up condescendingly, walked to Ling Jiangxian, leaned over and grabbed Ling Jiangxian by the collar.

He Meng was very strong. He grabbed Ling Jiangxian by the collar and lifted Ling Jiangxian up easily. Ling Jiangxian almost lost all strength in his body, and his neck was strangled so hard to breathe. The feeling of suffocation became more and more obvious. Ling Jiangxian couldn't bear it any longer, so he could only struggle hard, and his struggle caught He Meng a little unexpectedly, and Ling Jiangxian caught him in the side by accident.

There was an obvious red mark on He Meng's side face. He Meng threw Ling Jiangxian back to the ground, and gave him a slap angrily. The slap was not very powerful because of the urgency of the slap, but Ling Jiangxian was still slapped. The whole face was turned to one side, and the wide-rimmed glasses he was wearing flew out.

At this time, Ling Jiangxian couldn't care about the glasses anymore. He covered his left face which was beaten, and tried to suppress his temper. He had never been offended like this before, but if he showed his courage now, he could only eat more deficit.

While Ling Jiangxian was silently calming down in his heart, he was thinking about how he could get out. However, the violent He Meng changed his expression after Ling Jiangxian's glasses fell off. That naughty smile from time to time.

He Meng squatted down, his expression made Ling Jiangxian feel a little creepy, He Meng scratched Ling Jiangxian's cheek with his fingers, and jokingly said, "I just wanted to give you some trouble, but I didn't expect you to be quite good-looking , or I'll let you taste some sweetness."

Those people in the private room seemed to be used to this kind of situation for a long time. Those nobles were busy having fun by themselves, and no one cared about He Meng's affairs at all. When He Meng changed his attitude, only Bai Ru, who had been paying attention to this side, Fei said, "Hermon, no matter what your identity is, I'm not afraid that he will dirty your place."

He Meng smiled at Bai Rufei, "It's just for fun, she looks pretty clean, I don't dislike it."

Ling Jiangxian especially wanted to swear, you don't dislike me, I still dislike you, you can beat me up, and you can discuss it if you beat me up more, but if you miss me, there is no need to discuss this matter!

Although Ling Jiangxian thought that a great hero can endure the humiliation of the crotch when he was just doing mental training, but he didn't think of such a humiliation of the crotch, it's too humiliating!

Ling Jiangxian was trapped in a private room, with a pair of strong men guarding the door, and a wretched man in front of him. This situation was a bit tricky, and he seemed really unable to handle it himself.

Ling Jiangxian felt that he had such a temperament of a time-traveling hero, God would definitely not give him a small chrysanthemum class casually, his destined marriage will not save him now, let alone when he will appear on the stage.

Lingjiang Xianmo counted one, two, three, and there was no supporting actress who would counterattack through the book.

Ling Jiangxian silently counted three, two, one, and there is no male villain who has reformed.

When Ling Jiangxian wanted to switch to English and count again, He Meng didn't give him time to think about it. He Meng vigorously pulled him up and threw him into the couch not far away. Ling Jiangxian wanted to get up, But Hemon, who was pressed up, was deeply pressed into the soft sofa.

Ling Jiangxian is a person with a bigger heart than his brain. From childhood to adulthood, he just muddled through things. Even after traveling through thousands of years, he accepted such a big thing calmly. However, in the current situation, Ling Jiangxian couldn't go on calmly. For the first time there was intense disgust.

Ling Jiangxian's two hands were suppressed and he couldn't use them, so he went all out and hit He Meng's head with his head with all his might. He Meng, who looked very strong, was also a little dazed by him. He Meng subconsciously released the strength of his hands, allowing Ling Jiangxian's two hands to break free.

Ling Jiangxian got out of trouble with both hands, and immediately raised his fists to beat. Although he didn't have any rules, but because of his fast enough speed, He Meng couldn't catch the gap for a while, and the others in the private room didn't help. They lowered their eyes and tasted the wine, while the rest of them just stood there laughing and watching the fun.

He Meng is not a patient person. Ling Jiangxian's flurry of fists is not easy to restrain. He simply grabbed Ling Jiangxian's legs that were still being suppressed by his body, stood up and dragged Ling Jiangxian to the ground. The moment Ling Jiangxian fell off the sofa, his hands subconsciously Seeing the timing right, He Meng stepped on Ling Jiangxian's right wrist with one foot.

Even with the soft and thick carpet as a relief, Ling Jiangxian still felt that his wrist was hurting like it was about to break. Ling Jiangxian pushed He Meng's foot with his other hand, but He Meng didn't move at all.

Ling Jiangxian couldn't break free, and he didn't have much strength to break free. Just when Ling Jiangxian felt that he had nowhere to go, He Meng suddenly moved his foot away. He Meng grabbed Ling Jiangxian's collar as if he wanted to confirm something. Like a dead fish, he lifted Ling Jiangxian a little, and then stared at his right ear seriously.

Ling Jiangxian's black diamond decorative shell has been thrown to nowhere. At this time, the language converter on his ear, the pattern impressively represents the phoenix totem of the royal family of the Hemora Empire, and these nobles are obviously stronger than Long Aotian. Know better about the small differences between royal converters. For example, the silver-backed gold pattern on Ling Jiangxian's ears is only in the hands of the two princes of the Hemora Empire.

He Meng felt that something was wrong, he frowned slightly, and looked at the other companions in the private room.

Several people in the private room had already noticed He Meng's abnormality. They waited for He Meng to speak. He Meng pointed to Ling Jiangxian and said with an ugly expression, "His converter is a phoenix totem with gold patterns on a silver background."

While He Meng was talking to others, Ling Jiangxian had already struggled to get up. He clutched his red, swollen and painful right wrist, without saying a word, rushed in front of He Meng, raised his foot and kicked towards He Meng's lower body, The two bodyguards didn't expect that Ling Jiangxian would dare to take the initiative to cause trouble in this situation, and they didn't even have time to stop it.

Ling Jiangxian's kick hit the nail on the head, and He Meng immediately bent down with a cry of pain. He Meng's face was flushed, and his body was bent like a boiled shrimp. His whole body was trembling uncontrollably. Seeing the ferocious expression made Ling Jiangxian feel a little bit pained.

And, he might be screwed.

The bodyguards who arrived a step late had already controlled Ling Jiangxian with his hands behind his back, but because they heard that there was a royal totem on Ling Jiangxian, they didn't dare to make any more violence, while the other dudes in the private room, Finally feeling that something was wrong, they came over one after another. Some of them were asking Hemon if he should call a doctor, and some were carefully checking the language converter on Ling Jiangxian's earlobe.

These people are all from rich and noble backgrounds, so their eyesight is naturally extraordinary. That incomparably exquisite language converter is obviously not fake.

Bai Rufei stared at Ling Jiangxian sharply for a long while, and felt that although the person in front of him was good-looking, he didn't really think there was anything special about it. It was impossible for this kind of person to have anything to do with the self-sacrificing eldest prince Aiwen. What is involved, it is probably the new favorite of the second prince An Qiluo who loves to play.

Bai Rufei asked firmly, "Are you from An Qiluo?"

The language converter on Ling Jiangxian's ear was indeed given to him by his "closet friend" Angelo. Because he wanted to return the things, he asked the old housekeeper when he was in the Baldwin mansion, but he also inquired about it by the way. His Royal Highness An Qiluo is more romantic, and now he has kicked a nobleman's second child. I don't know if this matter can be covered under the name of An Qiluo.

Ling Jiangxian cautiously denied, "It's not An Qiluo."

Finding a little lover who dares to present a converter that represents the identity of the prince, everyone present thought that it was An Qiluo who made it, so they didn't care too much, after all, An Qiluo played with them very well. Yes, it is impossible to really go to war with them because of a little lover of no status, but if it is not Angelo's little lover, then isn't it?

After hearing Ling Jiangxian's answer, the faces of all the people present became serious, but Bai Rufei softened, and he persuaded, "Who gave you the converter? To be honest, His Highness Aiwen and An Qiluo is different, you can't just cling to it casually, and you won't end well if you lie."

Ling Jiangxian looked at the few people present, and he wanted to understand one thing. These people were not too afraid of his "closet friend" An Qiluo, but they were very afraid of the prince named Aiwen.

Ling Jiangxian felt that he was already in a desperate situation anyway, so he might as well take a gamble, he raised his neck, with a dignified look, "I am the white moonlight in His Royal Highness Aiwen's dream, the cinnabar mole on my heart, you catch me, beat me, dare you Leave your name?"