Return of the Soldier King

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Qiao Tiangong Tiangong was sitting in the manor ’s living room, he just sent Ye Fei away, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief. As the saying goes, he was really guilty of being a thief. Come and trouble him.

Of course, the craftsman Tiangong is not afraid of Ye Fei's strength. Although Ye Fei's kung fu is very powerful in the younger generation, the masters known by the craftsman Tiangong are like clouds. Ye Fei can't be ranked among those masters. The craftsman Tiangong values ​​his own face. He is a prestigious person. If he lets others know that he has replaced the authenticity given to him by his employer, then his reputation will be ruined.

Fortunately, Ye Fei didn't find that he took the high imitation, so in the eyes of Qiao Tiangong, he was also able to escape the disaster. The reason is that Ye Fei, a young man, has no eyesight and insufficient IQ.

Even so, the craftsman Tiangong was sitting in the living room, not to mention how regretful he was, knowing that he should not be greedy, and directly handing the authentic product of the bronze dragon head to Ye Fei.

At this time, Xiao Nan, the son of Qiao Tiangong, walked in quickly.

"Xiao Nan, that kid Ye Fei is sure to be gone. You just happened to come and pack your bags immediately. We will go to Europe now. In case Ye Fei comes back, we will give him a place to go and leave him alone. To us. "

Ingeniously thinking about it, the craftsman decided to go abroad temporarily and avoid a lot of trouble.

Xiao Nan's face was ugly, white and white, and even uglier than when he knew that the bronze dragon had lost his head. He whispered, "Father, now someone comes to you outside."

The craftsman Tiangong was very excited, and jumped up suddenly, nervously: "Who is it, will not this kid Ye Fei come back?"

"No, it's someone I don't know."

Xiaonanzhizhiwuwu said.

"People you don't know? See or not. It's all about time. How can I think of a stranger. Besides, can I be seen as a cat or a dog?"

The skillful craftsman waved his hands impatiently: "Get the man out of me, we will go to the airport, and save a lot of night long dreams."

"But, but." Xiao Nan still hesitated and talked: "But the man said he knew you, he said that as soon as he said the name, you would know."

"Know me? There are many people who know me all over the world, and I don't necessarily know him, let's say, what is his name."

The craftsman Tiangong snorted and said.

Before Xiao Nan had time to speak, the guards of the two manors flew in through the window and directly smashed the table in front of the craftsman Tiangong. He spit blood and stunned him. , I dare to spread wild on my skillfully crafted site, it is really dead. "

"Humph, artisan, do you still know me?"

An obscure voice laughed, and a man holding a black oil-paper umbrella appeared in front of him. His eyes were filled with chill, and he looked up and down.

In the courtyard, the guards of craftsmen and craftsmen and the people who had fallen down almost fell to the ground. It seemed that he was injured by this strange man, and he never walked into the living room without looking at the people next to him.

"you are..."

The craftsman Tiangong fought a cold war, and a horrible name appeared in his mind, and he was shocked: "You are the soul-killing scholar!"

"Hum, you are still a little conscience, and I have not forgotten my old friend."

The soul-robbing scholar said coldly.

"Don't be a scholar, don't bite an old friend. I was in the same relationship with you before, and I can't even talk to your friends. It's really bold for you to run into my manor and beat my servant. I do n’t want to bother with you. I ’ll push it out quickly, and I ’ll assume that nothing happened today. "

Qiao Jiang Tiangong's eyes turned, although he guessed what the soul-study scholars came to do, but he still had the luck and hope that the soul-study scholars did not come to him for the bronze dragon head.

"Sophisticated craftsman, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still so cunning, you can't cry without the coffin!"

The soul-robbing scholar looked at Xiao Nan. Xiao Nan seemed to be thrown down by a pot of ice water, and his entire body was numb from the skin to the bone marrow and could not move at all. As soon as the soul-robbing scholar reached out, he grabbed Xiaonan and kicked him on the knee.

"Ouch."

Xiao Nan screamed, and his knee bone was kicked and broken by the deprived scholar, standing unsteady and kneeling in front of him.

"Soul Scholar, you let go of my son."

The craftsman Tiangong's brows jumped, he knew that the soul-stricken scholar was a madman who didn't blink, but he didn't expect that he was so ruthless, he would cut off his hands and feet. In accordance with this development, the scholar who captured the soul is in a bad mood, and Xiao Nan's life is gone.

"Less nonsense, you are not a fool, don't install me garlic, if you are not honest, I will kill this kid."

The soul-robbing scholar said coldly, "What about our stuff?"

"This..."

Only then did the craftsman Tiangong know that the soul-stricken scholar really came to the head of the bronze dragon. He could no longer quibble, and said with a sad face: "You mean the bronze dragon head, it is not in my hands now."

"A master craftsman, do you think we are fools?"

The ice-cold color on the face of the soul-robbing scholar was even stronger, and Shen said: "I don't know you for a day or two. With your ability to pluck hair, you must give Ye Fei an imitation. The authentic product is definitely still In your hands. I did n’t go to Ye Fei, I came directly to you, you should understand that I will not be fooled by you a few words. I advise you, honestly, the bronze dragon first handed over, and can still keep today The glory of China. Otherwise, I will definitely make you better than death! "

The craftsman Tiangong scared a trembling, and quickly said: "I don't dare to lie to you, I don't dare to offend anyone, and I don't dare to offend the door. I don't hide from you, I really deceived Ye Fei, the authentic product was originally true It's in my hands. But last night, my manor was stolen and the bronze dragon head was stolen. Now, the bronze dragon head is really not with me. Now things are really not in my hands, and me too It was pitted. "

The soul-robbing scholar's face slightly changed and he said in a deep voice: "Stolen by someone? Do you think I will believe your ghost words? With your shrewdness, who can steal things from you."

Qiao Jiang Tiangong didn't mention how depressed he was, he didn't expect the Lord to come so fast, helplessly said: "The soul-stricken scholar, what I said is true, everything is true. Of course, ordinary people cannot steal from me Going things, but ... stealing the bronze dragon head is Li Sheying from the Li family, the little hairy thief is really powerful ... "

"Li Sheying, this little guy again!"

The soul-robbing scholar showed a thoughtful expression, Li Sheying could sneak into the treasure house of the Paul family, then it was not difficult to sneak into the manor of the craftsman Tiangong, but his face suddenly changed, and with a click, Xiao Nan ’s Crushed one wrist: "You deceive others by saying this, it's not enough to deceive me! It seems that you are toasting and don't eat and drink fines. If you don't give you some color to see, you will not tell the truth Yes! "

Xiao Nan was abandoned with one hand and one leg. His painful body was trembling. Fortunately, he had practiced martial arts, and he still had endurance. If it was an ordinary person, the pain would have passed out.

Seeing that his son was desperate for life, the skillful craftsman's face was ashamed, and he knelt down to the soul-study scholar, and anxiously shouted: "I ... I'm really telling the truth ... The soul-study scholar, you ... you have to believe me , I ... I did n’t really tell lies, you believe me ... "

"I believe you?"

The soul-robbing scholar walked over with a sneer, kicking on the chest of the craftsman Tiangong, his face flushed suddenly, he couldn't help but vomited while covering his chest.

Seeing the appearance of the artisan Tiangong, the soul-stricken scholar could not help but look away. He knew that the artisan Tiangong was intolerant, but he did not expect to be so impatient, he grabbed him by the neck and carried him up Voice: "I will ask you the last time, where is the bronze dragon head."

"I ... I don't really know ..."

The craftsman Tiangong has been confused, but he still shakes his head, because he is telling the truth, he really does not know where the bronze dragon head is now.

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