"Boy of scattered wealth?"

Li Chenan, who happened to enter the backyard, naturally saw the silver flying all over the sky, and also heard Chang Baishu's scream in the distance.

He was extremely curious.

Because the fat boss's appearance is really nothing to do with the boy who is rich.

Even if it has to be related, she should probably be the mother of a boy who is a money-loving boy.

But it has to be said that using silver to kill people and using so much money to kill people is really shocking.

Money can buy life, roughly this is the best interpretation.

Li Chenan stepped through the moon gate.

In this bitter cold wind, in the sky flying silver, in the bloody rain, in the tragic roar, he looked up at the chaotic battlefield.

Standing on his left was Wen Xiaowan.

Standing on his right is Xiao Baozi!

Is this considered a hug?

Li Chenan could only smile bitterly, and could only use this question to resolve the embarrassment at this moment.

Xiao Baozi was ruined by Wen Xiaowan.

She was a person with a good temper, and she could even tolerate Li Chenan's love, but she couldn't stand Wen Xiaowan's intrusion at that critical moment.

This is the second time I have been laying that white silk scarf!

It's still white!

The whiteness made Xiao Baozi a little disgusted.

If Li Chenan hadn't stopped him, Wen Xiaowan would have thought he would have died.

The rift between the two has not been filled now.

Because Li Chenan had no time to explain to Xiao Baozi.

The fight outside became more and more intense, and Li Chenan was worried that Xiaoqin would die.

Xiao Baozi and Wen Xiaowan finally took the overall situation into consideration. They didn't really fight, and they still came with Li Chen'an.

"A boy who spends money is as silver as his life. Fifteen years ago, he was a hero who dominated the world."

Wen Xiaowan took the bloody silver flying in the air and said, "She was very young at that time, but her martial arts had already entered the lower level of the second level."

"She likes to kill people with money."

"She was masked when she killed people, so few people in the world knew her true face."

"But every time she kills someone, she will leave a large amount of silver. It is said that the amount of silver corresponds to the value of the life."

"She has a very good relationship with the young lady of Qinjian Villa... She lost to the young lady when she went to Qinjian Villa to rob. Not only did the young lady not kill her, she also gave her a silver silver and gave her a handful of ten thousand taels, and personally sent her out of the gate of Qinjian Villa."

"Fifteen years ago, after Qinjian Villa was destroyed, there was no longer the shadow of a boy who had money in the world."

"Some people say she died outside the pass."

"Some people also say that she went to the Zhenbao Pavilion of the Palace to steal treasures and was killed by the masters in the palace."

"No one expected that she had been hiding her identity here for fifteen years... I think she was trying to find out the real murderer behind Qinjian Villa's destruction."

"Xiaoqin is the only surviving young master in Qinjian Villa. Now that Xiaoqin is in danger, she has to take action."

Li Chenan nodded slightly, thinking that this was roughly the so-called loyalty in the world.

Those who are loyal will be willing to work hard for their friends.

Those who are unfaithful... are stabbed by friends.

Just as Li Chen was flying with silver all over the sky, a scarlet flag suddenly appeared in the dark sky!

This flag has a long flagpole.

The flags danced in the strong wind.

When it spread out, it actually covered the sky above the patio!

Just under the wave of that big flag!

The silver that Yin Ruming scattered was actually wrapped up by the big flags and the whole family!

Yin Ruming landed on a roof.

She frowned and her face suddenly became extremely serious.

Her eyes followed the flagpole...

"The north horse roars and the west wind of Wei Changkong!"

far away,

Wei Changkong held the flagpole in his right hand, and he stretched out his left hand.

The flag on the flagpole is waving again.

So the silver floated down like snowflakes.

His left hand was flying in the air, and for a moment, there was a pile of silver under his feet.

He looked at Yin Ruming and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have been looking for you for fifteen years!"

"I thought you were really dead."

"Do you still remember fifteen years ago, you stole the silver spear that I treasured in blood?"

Yin Ruming smiled contemptuously:

"You old thing!"

"You traitorous villain!"

"You hypocritical hypocrite!"

Yin Ruming's face suddenly sank, his smile disappeared, and his chubby face was full of anger:

"It's a pity that the young owner of Qinjian Villa treats you like a brother!"

"You actually colluded with the inside and outside, colluded with those rats in the martial arts world, and opened the door to Qinjian Villa!"

"You took advantage of the trust of the young owner in you and sneaked the young owner in the secret room and took away the Jiuxiao Huan Peiqin placed in the secret room!"

When Chang Baishu heard it, he immediately turned to Wei Changhe.

Wei Changhe was furious: "Yin Rusheng, don't frame me!"

"Come on your life..."

He jumped up from the roof, waved the flag in his hand, and swept the silver and swept away like his life.

Yin Ruming touched his pocket.

Only two taels of silver were left in his pocket.

I'm afraid I can't buy Wei Changhe's life.

...

...

Collapsed wood-room.

Xiaoqin was covered in blood.

There is the blood of the enemy and his own.

Of course it is more of the enemy's blood.

More than twenty corpses were lying around him, and he was still standing next to the coffin without moving a single step.

It seemed that the coffin was extremely important to him.

It was so important that he would rather get a knife than take a step back.

Two knives in his hand pointed at the ground.

The blood on the knife was dripping along the tip of the knife.

There were more than ten masters in front of him.

He was still standing so frivolously.

Even the expression on his face did not change at all.

He didn't even go to the enemies opposite him, his gaze was slightly lowered, the snow and blood on the ground.

The howling wind would make him blink.

In the blink of an eye, there may be an enemy's knife...

So he was listening.
To be continued...