Datang started from being a salted fish

Chapter 732

It's just that when they heard that the weapon Wang Yin used was a brick, their expressions suddenly became weird. After all, even the little bastards don't bother to use such old antiques these days. . .

"Wang Yin, have you practiced before?" Wang Yingying asked curiously after Wang Yin finished speaking.

In her opinion, throwing bricks from the second floor to smash the robbers to death is beyond the reach of ordinary people in terms of strength and precision. If Wang Yin is not bragging, he must have practiced .

I just don't know who is more powerful than Wang Yin's kung fu and those bodyguards at home. . . . . .

"Probably." Wang Yin nodded upon hearing this.

"Then what do you practice? Sanda? Taekwondo? Karate? Judo?" Wang Yingying gestured excitedly with her hands while talking.

Through this brief contact with Wang Yin, he also has a general understanding of the personalities of their brothers and sisters: Wang Zhiyuan seems to be a boring person who doesn't talk much, Wang Niansi has a quieter personality, and Wang Yingying is lively and active, with a little Stupid attribute. . .

This is also the reason why Wang Yin is willing to bullshit with Xia Ji: it is relatively easy and comfortable to get along with people with such three personalities. If there are a few playboys with eyes on the top of their heads, then Wang Yin will not bother to talk to them. Say more nonsense. . .

"Not at all." Wang Yin shook his head and said mysteriously: "When I was a child, I met an old man. He said that he looked at my bones and was born to be a good candidate for martial arts. He taught me Kung Fu for a while. I don't know which category..."

"Could it be the kind of extraterrestrial master described in those martial arts novels?" Wang Yingying's eyes lit up when she heard this.

This little girl is also an unusual one: Although she is also proficient in cosmetics and bags, her favorite is the heroes described in martial arts novels. For this reason, this little girl went to learn it. Several years of taekwondo, and now has a fifth-degree black belt. . .

But this little girl felt that Taekwondo was far less meaningful than the kung fu described in those martial arts novels, and it was not elegant at all!
Although she also knew that those inner strengths were all fake, but who didn't have any small fantasies in their hearts. . . . . .

"Don't say it, I think this old man really has the meaning of being an expert..." Wang Yin felt that the little girl was so cute and cute, so he just followed her words and teased her.

"Then Wang Yin, why don't you show me your skills?" Wang Yingying became even more excited when she heard that, "I'm also interested in practicing martial arts, to tell you the truth."

"Isn't this necessary...?" Wang Yin felt a black line on his forehead when he heard this.

Girl, are you serious?
If I show my hands, do you still want your family? . .

"Anyway, being idle is idle now, okay..." Seeing Wang Yin's displeasure, Wang Yingying immediately blinked her big eyes and acted coquettishly at Wang Yin.

When Wang Yin saw this little girl acting coquettishly, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched: I'll go. . .As soon as I come up, give me a big move. . .Is that too much?
"Yingying, don't be rude." Seeing that what his sister said was really outrageous, Wang Zhiyuan bit the bullet and said this.

Hearing what her brother said, Wang Yingying didn't say anything more.

After all, Wang Yin is my father's savior, and it's the first time Wang Yin has come to my home, so I'm not familiar with him at all, so it would be a bit too much to mention it.

"My lord..."

"Just call me Wang Yin." Wang Zhiyuan was interrupted by Wang Yin just as he opened his mouth: "What kind of son is not a son, it's weird."

When he was in Tang Dynasty, Wang Yin was not used to others calling him son, not to mention Wang Zhiyuan's modern attire.

And when Wang Yin hears about the son, he will think of Datang, and when he thinks of Datang, Wang Yin will think of those old acquaintances. . .Now Wang Yin doesn't know if he can go back, thinking about it just adds to the sadness.

Because it was the first time Wang Yin and them met and they were not familiar with each other, so after chatting for a while, they found that there was nothing to talk about, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strangely quiet. . .

after an hour

The middle-aged man was about to rush home after the meeting, but received a call from the housekeeper halfway.

"Master, I checked the Wang Yin you asked me to check, but I didn't find any information about him..." The housekeeper replied truthfully: "I have found a lot of people with the same name and surname, but there is no one who looks like him. fit."

After hearing the housekeeper's words, the middle-aged man was taken aback.

Although he had made various guesses about Wang Yin's identity before, he never expected that the final result would be "there is no such person". . .

It is almost impossible to know this situation. Even if some special personnel engaged in secret missions in the country are inconvenient to reveal their identities, they usually cover up with a false identity on the surface. . .

He is still very confident in his own intelligence system. If this is the case, then there is only one possibility: Wang Yin is a black man through and through. . .

After hearing the news, the middle-aged man smiled instead. . .

Today, when he learned that Wang Yin smashed the robbers to death with bricks from the second floor, he was immediately moved. Although the bricks are really not on the table, but it requires strength and precision to be able to do this. They are all very high. After all, the building was nearly 20 meters away from the place where the robbers were. . .

If one and a half of the robbers were crushed to death with bricks, it could be said to be fooled, but if all of them were crushed to death with precision, then it would not be fooled. . .

Not to mention anything else, just throwing bricks out from a distance of nearly 20 meters is beyond the capabilities of ordinary people, not to mention it is so accurate. . .

This Wang Yin definitely has kung fu!

Especially when he heard Wang Yin say that he was a vagrant now, he was completely thinking of soliciting: he wanted Wang Yin to be his bodyguard.

This is why he is so enthusiastic about Wang Yin.

Of course, this kind of strength and precision alone is not enough for Wang Yin to be directly qualified as his bodyguard. He will stabilize Wang Yin first and then slowly find a suitable opportunity to probe Wang Yin's background.

If Wang Yin can stretch out his hand, he will spend a lot of money to hire him as a bodyguard. It doesn't matter if he just has no strength, after all, Wang Yin saved his life.

Now that Wang Yin is a black household, it will be much easier: after all, only one kind of people can become black households these days, and that is those illegitimate children!And he is an illegitimate child with no background. . .

Because an identity card is very simple for rich and powerful people, but it is as difficult as it is for those without any background. . .

Now that he knows that Wang Yin is such a person without any background, the middle-aged man is completely relieved of Wang Yin!
"By the way," the middle-aged man asked casually in a good mood: "How are Wang Yin and Zhiyuan getting along?"

(End of this chapter)