Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

The little fox was stunned for a moment and rushed towards Han Changqing in anger.

"Calling you a fox is nothing more than that." Han Changqing teased it and felt instantly in a good mood.

Wenshui was leaning there, yawning, staring at Han Changqing with peach blossom eyes, and said thoughtfully: "Why haven't you found the woman who bit you last time?"

"I'm not from C City." Han Changqing said softly.

Wenshui came forward, reached out and poked Han Changqing's arm, and said gossiping: "Have you been infected by a woman who bit you like that?"

Han Changqing listened and looked at Wenshui inexplicably.

The little fox listened, turned around, poked Wenshui's body with his paw, and gave a thumbs up.

"Good." The little fox made a gesture in a low voice, Wenshui looked at the little fox coldly, gritted his teeth and said, "Who asked you to touch me?"

Seeing this, Han Changqing stretched out his hand to pull Wenshui over.

Wenshui bumped into his arms, and his mouth was covered by Han Changqing. He pushed him back with his backhand, leaned his body against the tree, and said in a deep voice: "Don't talk."

Not far away, I saw Youdao's figure, as thin as a skeleton, walking towards this side with heavy steps. The man's eyes were dull.

"Grandpa." Mr. Hei was so roasted that his whole body was covered in smoke.

He lay there, looked at the figure, and recognized it as the head of the Hei family.

The head of the Hei family took long strides and walked towards this side. When he heard Mr. Hei's voice, he raised his eyes and saw Mr. Hei coughing excitedly and said, "Ahem, Grandpa, help me out quickly."

"Grandpa, you..." Mr. Hei was stunned, looking at Patriarch Hei with something wrong in his eyes.

His heart skipped a beat when he saw Patriarch Hei holding a knife and kitchen knife in his hand and slashing towards the iron cage. With a "clang" sound, the red-hot iron cage was split in half.

Mr. Hei endured the injury, turned around and threw himself out, falling to the ground.

"Hiss." He got up in pain, and the wounds on his face became extremely hideous in the dark night.

The head of the Hei family held a kitchen knife in his hand, looked at Mr. Hei with a cold look, swung the kitchen knife and struck him on the head. Mr. Hei retreated in fright, and several hairs were chopped off.

"Grandpa, what's going on with you?" Mr. Hei was frightened and took half a step back.

Patriarch Hei raised his head, looked at him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "Kill you."

Mr. Hei saw his grandpa slashing at him with a kitchen knife. He took half a step back, turned around and ran away injured. The head of the Hei family was chasing after him with a kitchen knife.

"Grandpa." Mr. Hei was shocked and his mind went blank.

The eyes and expressions were inexplicably similar.

"Could it be that grandpa has been poisoned?" Mr. Hei said in a deep voice. He turned around and saw Patriarch Hei rushing towards him. He turned around and walked behind Patriarch Hei, raising his hand to strike.

The head of the Hei family was hit, the kitchen knife fell, and he fell to the ground.

Not far away, a car was driving.

"Mr. Hei." The bodyguards rushed over. After seeing this, they saw that Mr. Hei's skin was a little burnt and the gauze on the wound had been torn away. How could he still look like Mr. Hei?

Mr. Hei stared at them coldly, turned around and got into the car without saying anything.

The doctor examined the body of Patriarch Hei. Afterwards, he said to Mr. Hei: "Mr. Hei, I'm afraid he was hypnotized and poisoned. His nerves are unclear. His nerves must have been controlled."

After hearing this, Mr. Hei suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the doctor lightly.

"Has your spirit been controlled?" Mr. Hei murmured, leaning forward and looking at the side of Patriarch Hei's neck, holding one side with his fingertips.

Looking at this trace and the expression of the Hei family leader.

"It seems that I underestimated him too much." Mr. Hei clenched his fists and kept controlling his emotions, but his black eyes were frighteningly bloodthirsty.

PS: Recommend the author's old article: "Billions of Honey Weddings: The Mysterious Mo Shaotian's Beloved Wife" Welcome to the pit.