Lin Yueru was struck by lightning. For a moment, her face turned pale, her lips were trembling, and she didn't know what to say.
This was a major crime that destroyed the nine tribes. How did Yang Fan know about it?
Who is he and what does he want to do?
Lin Yueru's whole body arched up, like a cat with exploded hair, and it would explode almost instantly.
Since he knew about this and he was under my control at this time, why would he tell me.
Lin Yueru knew very well that ten Yang Fans were no match for her alone. What was he thinking at this moment?
"Who else knows about this?" Lin Yueru asked coldly with a frosty face.
Yang Fan had an expression on his face that wanted to be beaten, as if he was teasing a little girl, he brought his face over and said seductively: "No more, only I know."
For a moment, Lin Yueru struggled in her heart, and a painful expression appeared in her eyes. Although it only passed by briefly, Yang Fan saw it clearly.
"Yang Lang, I'm sorry for you, I can't let anything happen to my adoptive father."
A dagger stabbed Yang Fan's heart like lightning. Yang Fan didn't move. With a pop, the dagger penetrated the mink fur and penetrated the clothes.
At the same time, Yang Fan moved between the stone and the fire, and his moves were as fast as lightning.
In his eyes, Lin Yueru's movements just now seemed like slow motion. He could have avoided it, but he didn't.
Six months of meditation has made Yang Fan no longer an ordinary person. His reaction speed, strength, agility, and eyesight have been beyond the reach of ordinary people.
After the dagger pierced the clothes, it suddenly stopped moving forward. The dragon scale armor blocked the dagger. In this era, any magical weapon was of no use in front of the dragon scale armor.
Bullets with a muzzle velocity of several hundred meters per second can be blocked, not to mention that this is just a dagger stabbed by a mere arm. How much muzzle velocity can it have, ten or twenty, and a bow and arrow can only be more than thirty.
Lin Yueru had taken a look when Yang Fan came in. Yang Fan was definitely not wearing any iron armor. At this moment, the dagger was blocked, and he saw that Yang Fan's face was full of mockery and sneer.
He was immediately shocked. Yang Fan was wearing soft armor, and it was a kind of soft armor that he didn't understand.
It looked the same as her clothes, but her Damascus dagger, made of cold-forged wootz steel, couldn't penetrate. Her first reaction was to lift the dagger upward and scratch Yang Fan's neck.
It's too late, the moves have become old, and there is no time to change the moves at this time. In a life-and-death fight, victory or defeat can only happen in an instant.
Lin Yueru felt her wrist tighten, as if she was being clamped by a pair of iron pliers. She felt a sharp bone pain. It turned out that her wrist had been grabbed by Yang Fan.
The dagger fell to the ground with a clang.
Lin Yueru's knees instantly lifted up and went straight to Yang Fan's crotch.
Yang Fan sneered. This little girl is so cruel. He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and pressed it down diagonally. Yang Fan was faster and stronger than her. He could just put her knee on his forearm. .
At the same time, Yang Fan took a step back.
It was too late for Lin Yueru to stop her hand. Her knee hit the tabletop. The tabletop instantly shattered into pieces of wood and flew everywhere. Then with a click, her left knee hit her right forearm hard.
Lin Yueru screamed and her hand bones were broken.
Lin Yueru's body was so soft that ordinary people couldn't bend it like this, with her left knee touching her right forearm.
Yang Fan took advantage of the situation and pulled Lin Yueru into his arms. Yang Fan pulled her broken hand. The severe pain almost made her faint.
Yang Fan did it on purpose, just to prevent her from changing her moves. Even the little girl was no match for Lin Yueru, let alone him. He had the upper hand because of mental arithmetic and unintentional. How could he dare to let go? He could only attack in series to prevent her from breathing.
Pulling on her broken arm was the same as pulling on the wound during a fight. It just doesn't let her have the ability to change her moves. This kind of pain can make people faint.
Lin Yueru let out a shrill scream, and Yang Fan directly pulled Lin Yueru into his arms and hugged her. Yang Fan took out an electric shock device with his right hand.
Holding the electric shock device in his right hand, it suddenly fell into Lin Yueru's arms.
The high-voltage electricity made a terrifying crackling sound, and blue arcs flashed.
Under the powerful current, Lin Yueru's muscles suddenly twitched violently and uncontrollably, and her body twitched repeatedly like a cat.
Yang Fan hugged her tightly with his left hand, preventing her from leaving. With his right hand, he thrust the electric shock device with the flashing electric arc over.
Yang Fan's heart is as hard as stone and he has no pity for her.
Lin Yueru howled like a wild beast from his throat.
Her whole body was shaking violently, and all her muscles lost control. This kind of pain was something she had never experienced before.
The whole person was so frightened that Yang Fan actually knew how to use thunder.
Is he a warlock?
At this moment, Lin Yueru no longer had any thoughts. Today was like having a nightmare, and Yang Fan almost collapsed.
She cried and struggled. At this time, she was no longer the female stall owner of Dongchang. She was just a little girl who was bullied by the villain and just wanted to struggle out of the arms of this devil.
Lin Yueru twisted her waist desperately and used her hands and feet to crawl away. Yang Fan was caught off guard and suddenly punched Lin Yueru in the lower abdomen. Lin Yueru screamed and twitched, and a puddle of water appeared on the ground.
After a period of violent twisting, his eyes turned white and he fainted.
When Yang Fan saw her fainting, he breathed a long sigh of relief. He really didn't dare to hold back. During a life-and-death fight, being soft on this little bitch would bring danger to himself.
At this time, the downstairs was already a mess.
There was a loud sound of Lin Yueru smashing the table, and the two sides immediately moved their hands downstairs. Mo Table is indeed a devil with strong eyes and quick hands. He grabbed the wrist of the stall guard guarding the stairs and flicked him directly from the stairs. It flipped sideways and fell heavily to the ground.
The three of them immediately swarmed up the stairs.
Donkey Dan took out two blunderbuss, turned around and placed them halfway up the stairs, shouting: "Come up if you are not afraid of death."
Suddenly, the black muzzle of the gun silenced everyone, even though they were all key members of the Eunuch Party. But they also earn a salary to support their families.
Who is really willing to risk his life for three taels of silver and five buckets of rice?
Three people, six fireguns and twelve tubes, were guarding the stairs. One man was responsible for blocking the way and no ten thousand people could open it. There were too many people in this kind of terrain and it was impossible to do anything.
Although it can kill up to twelve of them. There were sixteen of them on the first floor, and there were always four left, but no one wanted to be the twelve who were killed.
Outside the gate, Donkey Dan roared loudly, and four servants immediately took out a nine-shot rifle each from their horses. The two rushed inside to face the people on the first floor, and the two stood outside the door facing the people on the street. The fire stick in his hand is bright red and can be poked at the fire door at any time.
At this time, everyone, whether downstairs or outside, heard Lin Yueru's screams, and these people were about to take action immediately.
Donkey Dan knocked down one of them with one shot, and everyone on the first floor immediately became honest.
They all knew about the Xinghe regiment training situation. Except for the three people on the stairs who were armed with double-barreled flintlock rifle muskets, the two at the door were armed with nine-fire door guns. If they moved again, they would all have to lie here.
They had no doubt that these regiments would shoot decisively.
The two servants outside the door did not hesitate to open fire on the thirty or so people who gathered on both sides of the street.
Bang bang bang, a burst of smoke filled the air. At such a close distance, nine consecutive shots would hardly miss the target. In an instant, they fell to the ground outside the door, and the remaining people hurriedly ran away to find cover.
The two servants at the door polished off one barrel and replaced it with another barrel. Once again, each person pointed to both sides of the street.
