"Hua, I'm back."
He Ruyi shouted into the room.
The door wasn't even closed tightly.
This shabby place.
Mu Ashan frowned.
How could that cute female student endure living in a place like this?
He Ruyi pushed the door open:
"Uncle Mu, please."
The beaming Mu Ashan had just stepped in when something small happened.
He Ruyi stretched out his fist, and the tip of his fist accurately hit Mu Ashan's follower's Adam's apple.
There was a slight cracking sound, and the man held his throat and screamed "ho ho" in pain, but he couldn't say anything.
At this time, Mu Ashan had no idea what was happening.
Hearing a strange noise behind him, he turned around.
As a result, he received the same treatment as his followers.
Mu Ashan's Adam's apple was also shattered.
He Ruyi quickly raised his foot and kicked Mu Ashan's follower in the crotch.
The attendants were also unlucky.
There was tremendous pain both above and below.
I don't know whether I should cover the top or bottom with my hands.
At this time, He Ruyi pulled out a slender wooden thorn from the broken door and handed it over like lightning.
The wooden thorn stabbed directly into the follower's temple.
Then he pulled it out and it was covered in blood.
He Ruyi smiled at Mu Ashan.
At this time, Mu Ashan's inner panic was completely difficult to describe in words.
Is this a teacher?
He Ruyi nodded at the room and motioned for Mu Ashan to go in.
Mu Ashan, holding his throat, retreated step by step.
He Ruyi bent down, pulled the body of the follower and walked in.
Then, he sighed softly:
"I have taught many students, no matter how stubborn they are, I can teach them, but you are the only one I can't teach."
The wooden thorn in his hand was sent forward again.
Mu Ashan didn't understand anything until his death.
Is this person really a teacher?
…
Almost at the same time, something unexpected happened in the Bian family's mansion.
Everyone in the kitchen was gathered in a corner.
Meng Baifeng found a roast chicken, took off a drumstick and smelled it.
So delicious.
He took a bite and picked up a boning knife.
Then he said kindly to the tied people:
"Don't move, I won't kill you."
There was a cook in her forties who was trembling all over and almost incontinent with fear.
Meng Baifeng walked up to her.
The cook's whole body trembled even more.
Meng Baifeng unexpectedly took off a straw from the cook's hair and said with a smile:
"You must have been pursued by many people when you were young, don't be afraid."
Don't be afraid.
The strange thing is that with just such a sentence, the cook is really not afraid anymore.
Even the look in Meng Baifeng's eyes changed.
She even thought about how when she was a girl, many young men in the village were pursuing her.
If I could get to know this man at that time, as long as he said a word, I would follow him immediately.
"I'm going out to do some errands and I'll be back in a moment to release you."
Meng Baifeng walked out without forgetting to close the kitchen door.
…
"Mr. Meng."
As soon as the guardian Jiang Li saw Meng Baifeng, he immediately greeted him respectfully.
"Why."
Meng Baifeng responded.
Then, a boning knife suddenly appeared and pierced Jiang Li's throat.
The boning knife remained in the throat.
The moment Jiang Li fell, Meng Baifeng pulled out his revolver from his waist.
He took another bite of the chicken leg.
So delicious.
Yi Mingyan and the guard he brought walked out of the room.
Meng Baifeng looked at them and said only two words:
"Do it!"
Two nursing staff came over and were shocked when they saw Jiang Li lying on the ground.
Before he could figure out what was going on, the gun in Meng Baifeng's hand had already gone off.
On this day, gunfire rang out in the Bian family's mansion.
"Crackling", as if setting off firecrackers.
Meng Baifeng has always liked eating chicken legs and duck legs.
He eats in small bites, and after one bite, he kills one person.
When the magazine was empty, he threw it away and pulled a rifle from a corpse.
“Bang bang bang bang”.
Bullets were flying everywhere, and several nursing staff were beaten to the point where they hid there and did not dare to come out.
…
"Hello."
He Ruyi saw the teahouse owner and said hello politely.
The teahouse owner and many people were looking towards the Bian family's mansion.
It was full of gunshots.
What happened?
"There's a shooting going on inside." The teahouse owner said in a daze, "What's wrong?"
He Ruyi said calmly: "Wouldn't you know if you go in and take a look?"
The teahouse owner looked at He Ruyi as if he was looking at a fool: "Go in and take a look? If you go in and take a look, I'll beat you to death."
"good."
Unexpectedly, He Ruyi would reply like this: "Then let me go in and take a look."
In full view of everyone, he actually walked to the Bian family's mansion and knocked hard on the door.
…
"It seemed like there was a knock on the door."
Meng Baifeng ordered: "Open the door!"
Yi Mingyan walked backwards towards the gate while shooting.
As soon as I opened the door, the first thing I heard was a very polite word:
"Hello, haven't you finished killing yet?"
"Who are you!"
The panting Yi Mingyan had just finished speaking when he suddenly discovered something surprising.
The gun in his hand somehow ended up in He Ruyi's hand.
He Ruyi raised his hand and shot down the guard who was hiding in the dark and wanted to make a sneak attack.
Then, he returned the gun to Yi Mingyan and said in that special tone:
"My surname is He, which means He Confucianism."
…
The gunfire finally stopped.
Twenty-one bodies.
Twenty-one nursing homes, no more than one.
"too slow."
He Ruyi came out of the living room.
He held a pot of brewed tea in his hand: "It's too slow."
"As people get older, their hands and feet always have to be slower."
After finishing chewing a chicken leg, Meng Baifeng was still unsatisfied.
…
The maids, gardeners, and servants of the Bian family were all gathered in the yard.
Except for the third grandmother and the cook, everyone was trembling.
The third grandmother was not afraid at all. She stared at Meng Baifeng: "You are not Meng Dongshan or Miyamoto Feng. Who are you?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Really, I want to know who the man I'm sleeping with is."
The third grandmother said without fear.
Meng Baifeng smiled: "My surname is Meng, Meng Baifeng."
At this time, someone knocked on the door again.
Yi Mingyan's head is getting big.
As soon as the door opened, two very beautiful girls came in.
Liya and Ruan Jingyun walked to Meng Baifeng:
"Sir, we drove a truck from Chongqing. The road was difficult, so we just arrived."
The third grandmother seemed to have not seen any of these things: "Are you Chinese or Japanese?"
Meng Baifeng looked at himself: "I am a good Chinese, why should I be Japanese?"
The third grandma smiled.
The man you like will definitely be right.
He Ruyi sighed: "There will be plenty of opportunities to talk about love in the future. If you can't wake up, stop flirting and do something serious."
