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　　 "Brother Lin, I know what you are worried about. Brother tells you that you don’t talk secretly. If you lend me ten taels of silver, I will tell you everything. As long as I know, I will tell you."

　　 "You know, I can't bear it. Every family of brothers and family members who sacrificed has sent a dozen silver dollars. The mountains and rivers have been exhausted. My old father is seriously ill in bed and urgently needs silver dollars to see a doctor."

　　 Huang Zhang's expression was very good, and when no one was approaching, he whispered to Lin Fan.

　　 It really was borrowing money again.

　　 Lin Fan would never believe what Huang Zhang said, not even a punctuation mark.

　　 "Two taels of silver."

"what?"

　　 "Two two."

　　 "Good, deal." Huang Zhang agreed without hesitation.

At this time, Lin Fan is ready to bargain with Huang Zhang. The bottom line is three or two. How can he think that these two and two will agree, and he will not even negotiate. He knows how powerful Huang Zhang is, who knows how to borrow money. .

　　Made, cursing Huang Zhang in his heart, gave him the silver tael.

　　 Huang Zhang cast a grateful look at Lin Fan, as if to say, you can rest assured that as long as I know, I will tell you absolutely nothing.

"Brother Lin, the leader of the Qinglei League has eight children, five princes, and three young ladies. The eldest prince was very talented since he was young. He was accepted as a disciple by a mysterious Taoist. He has not come back for a long time. It's not a simple role. Miss Eight is meticulous and has means, but in the Qing Lei League, the power is the weakest. There is a reason for her being the youngest."

"In terms of cultivation level, Miss Eight is also the weakest. Now you are promoted by Miss Eight, and you are the person of Miss Eight. I have been in Qinglei League for so many years and I have not achieved much, but I only know one truth. I can live by myself. Being mixed is also a kind of life. , It's better to be careful."

　　 Huang Zhang did not conceal anything, and told everything he knew. Now the old leader has rarely managed Qinglei League matters, and basically left it to his seven children.

　　There are managers, merchants, and water transport terminals.

　　 Each performs its own duties, and there are open and secret struggles between the two sides.

　　 These are all Huang Zhang saw with his own eyes, and it is also his experience in the Qing Lei League for so many years.

　　 Lin Fan was lying in his heart. For some reason, he felt Huang Zhang was more awake than anyone else. Hearing this, Lin Fan felt a bit stupid.

　　 It’s just that it’s too late to say anything.

　　 I have been on the thief ship of Miss Eight. It seems that the thief ship is not stable, and it is easy to get seasick. If you have medicine in advance, it will be safe.

"Brother Lin, you drink slowly, and I will leave first." Huang Zhang got up, patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, and then naturally took away an unopened bottle of wine jar, very casual, very unintentional, without any. Something wrong.

　　 "Damn, you have to go with a jar of wine at this time, you deserve to be... the filial son of Qing Lei League."

　　 Wu Jun and the others were making noise, and he remembered what Huang Zhang had said to him in his mind.

　　 Miss Eight... Why don’t you work harder.

　　 Forging Qi Nine Layers, he hasn't stepped into the marrow-washing realm.

　　 The few young masters and young ladies who vie with you are already strong in the marrow-cleansing realm. If they continue to develop under this situation, the results are worrying.

　　Looking at the drinking situation of these guys, they are all swayed, as if they just emerged.

　　 Lin Fan secretly left, brought the shopkeeper over, and asked how much wine he had drunk. After learning that he had only drank one to five dollars, after thinking about it, he gave two to two dollars and hurriedly left.

Leaving the restaurant, it’s getting late, the empty streets are empty, and it’s quiet, but he didn’t drink much. With his amount of alcohol, once he started drinking, it’s not a matter of two or two. Just leave them with the wine.

On the eaves of the residential houses in the distance, a mysterious person in tights seemed to melt into the night. He stood on the eaves and watched quietly. Then he saw that Lin Fan was about to disappear into the distance, his body as light as a swallow, from here The eaves of one roof fell to the other, with light footsteps and sound when landing, and he hadn't cultivated to that silent state.

　　 "The person whom Miss Eighth liked was promoted not long after he joined the Qinglei League. It is really lucky."

　　 The man in black was wrapped all over, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, but he was envious from the look in his eyes.

at this time.

　　 Lin Fan was walking in the dark. He hadn't felt it before. Later, he found that something was wrong. He was triple-stretched, and his perception was not that strong, but when he got close, some subtle voices could still be heard.

　　 "Oops!"

　　 "I seem to be followed."

　　 Now there are two ways for him to choose.

　　 The first one is to immediately turn around, go back to the restaurant, and leave with the group of guys.

　　 The second is to walk in a dark alley, lead the opponent out, and a **** battle occurs. It is hard to say whether he can defeat the opponent, or he may be vomiting blood from the opponent.

　　 I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing when I was promoted by Miss Eight. Just like Huang Zhang said, the water inside was deep and there were dangers everywhere, so be careful in the future.

　　Think carefully.

　　 Lin Fan already had an idea, and continued to move forward. He saw the dark alley ahead, stopped, and stopped there for a few seconds.

　　 suddenly.

　　 "It's the water, it's the water..." Lin Fan patted the wooden doors of the surrounding shops, rumbling, and the rhythm was extremely high. The wooden doors almost collapsed, as long as they were not deaf, everyone could hear it.

　　 Then he walked into the alley.

　　 for a moment.

　　 There was a noise, and many civilians ran from the house to the street in a panic. Some were naked and hurried on foot. They just looked around, looking for the direction of the water.

　　 Lin Fan came out from the alley, carrying a wooden barrel, pretending to be anxious, and shouting, "Where is the water..."

　　 The people around are all dumbfounded.

　　 did not smell the smell of burning, nor did he see any flames.

　　 "I didn't see it."

　　 "Damn it, who is the one that kills a thousand swords and doesn't sleep in the middle of the night."

　　 "When I first came back, I saw a group of drunks in the Yunjia restaurant drinking as drunk as it was. They must have done it."

　　 "Shhh, be careful, those guys are the gang of Qinglei League, it would be great if they were heard."

　　 "Hey, beast."

　　 "True beasts."

　　 Lin Fan didn't feel that they were scolding himself. Didn't you hear them? They were talking about the drunks Wu Jun.

　　 He raised his head to look at the eaves in the distance, there was no one there long ago, and he was relieved immediately. Under the suspicion of everyone, he gradually disappeared into the crowd, and hurried towards Qing Lei League.

　　 It didn’t take long.

　　 Seeing Qinglei League right in front of him, the sense of crisis of being stalked by people gradually dissipated. Fortunately, I was as witty as I was. When encountering such things, it is not a wise choice to make a decisive move.

　　 just when he thought he was safe.

　　 A figure blocked Lin Fan's way forward.

　　 "Very clever, knowing the sound is going to hit the west." The man in black stood in front of him, playing with the dagger in his hand. Under the moonlight, the dagger shone with cold light.

　　 Lin Fan, who encountered this situation for the first time, was a little nervous. Although he worked very hard and practiced, he thought he couldn't make it to the table, and the black man in front of him felt very dangerous.

　　 Seeing people's calm and composure look like playing with daggers, they must be experienced veterans, UU reading www.uukānshu. Com can even wear black, it must be professional.

　　 "It's very close to Qing Lei League." Lin Fan hoped that the other party would understand the meaning. Don't be presumptuous, if you are too arrogant, you can run out hundreds of helpers to drown you at any time.

"I know."

　　 "You know you are still blocking me, I yelled, do you think you can run?"

　　 The power of language is to threaten the other party. Sometimes, some people are very hot-headed and do certain regrettable things on impulse. He is to remind the other party and let the other party wake up.

The man in black sneered: "The distance between me and you is only fifteen steps. Just when you are talking nonsense, I am five steps closer to you. Within ten steps, I can cut through yours when you speak. throat!"

　　 After finishing talking, the man in black wanted to habitually lick the dagger. Just sticking out his tongue to lick the dagger, he stopped abruptly when he thought that the dagger was poisonous. It was so dangerous. He almost licked himself to death.

　　 Lin Fan was shocked, and there was a panic in his eyes. He thought of the plots in various movies in the previous life... This one in front of him is just like those extremely compelling killers in those movies.

　　 The opponent is very strong, definitely the strong one.

not kidding.

　　 is definitely true, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with my own judgment.

　　 "Stretch out your hand," said the man in black.

　　 "What are you doing?"

　　 "Cut off your hands."

　　 "Then what about my happiness?"

　　 "What does happiness have to do with your hands."

　　 Lin Fan didn't expect that the black-clothed assassin would be so cruel, and he would need his hands if he really gave him his hands, how would his future happiness be?

　　 Yang Guo not only has a eagle, but also keeps a hand.

And me?

　　 But now... is it still time to think about these things?