Chapter four hundred and two. No integrity

"Old man, don't push your luck, ten altar autumn dew white is already my limit. " Yang Feng, he is not afraid of the old man key moment drop the chain, but it is in the pocket shy, unable to promise.

"No, do not have five bottles of Cattle Lan Mountain I quit. " The old man played a rogue, said Yang Feng really let out, ready to let him meet his own difficulties.

Yang Fengxin has thoroughly criticized the old man again, and even deeply doubt with the old man is actually the enemy relationship, not master and apprentice.

"Niulan Mountain, I give you. "

Is In a dilemma, blue if soft voice Lang Lang came.

The old man's eyes brightened.

"I'll give you ten bottles, not to mention five, if you have the skill to teach the house a lesson. "

"Ok, deal. " The old man immediately agreed, for fear of summer language ice regret.

Yang Feng can not help but sigh rich people's strong, although the price of a bottle of Niulanshan is not high, but ten bottles down at least to two thousand yuan, for usually money is tight Yang Feng, it is also a high price.

Yang Feng once again deeply felt his poverty.

"Hey, what are you talking about? When I do not exist? " was completely ignored Yuqing finally can not help but break out, a sentence.

The old man shook his head and glared at him sharply.

"You shut up. "

"You, you dare to yell at me, Smelly old man, do you really think I am a vegetarian? " Yu Qing was furious, raised his fist and rushed toward the old man, ready to give him some color to see.

The old man did not move, shadow straight at him, the fist has been close to the brow, suddenly, he raised his hand to seize, wrapped in the palm of his hand, the abdomen of his hand forcefully pressed out a few blue and white marks.

Yu Qing ate painful, ouch of call out, as the old man turned his fist, his body was also a very awkward posture distortion.

The bodyguards rushed up to help. Before they got close to the old man, they saw the old man's other hand flicking quickly. They saw nothing but an illusion, but each blow hit the key of the men.

A few people in succession was hit out, even a hit did not escape, blink of an eye, the ground fell on A.

The facial ministry that aches is contorted Yu Qing forehead cold sweat straight out, the person that knows at present is not easy to provoke of the Lord, then change attitude quickly, beg for mercy.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sir. Please let me go, sir. "

Yang Feng looked at the side, can not help but some sympathy Yu Qing, the old man's character he is most familiar with, the battlefield ruthless, the old man than he is a lot more cold, begging words naturally do not listen to, but more cause him disdain.

Sure enough, the old man pulled up the corner of his mouth, a meaningful smile, and then hard to twist his arm, with the bones crack, the whole villa erupted like a butcher's cry.

Yu Qinghui a face, was pushed away by the old man.

He crumpled to the ground, clutching his ramshackle arm, and almost burst into tears.

The screams attracted the guards outside, and the room filled up again in a flash.

The old man rubbed his hands and felt his neck, his eyes full of interest.

"It's been a long time since I've moved my body, " he said, as his thin body rushed toward the door like a gust of wind, so fast that I couldn't see it and could only hear the incessant screams.

Some smooth operation, the door of the accumulation of even a finger of the old man did not touch, they have fallen to the ground, have fainted, there is breath.

"also can not help but hit. " The old man clapped his hands, Tut Tut two, a face meaning did not finish.

Yu Qing shrunk on the floor, like to see what flood Mengbeast, expression is quite rich, finally he could not help, issued a deafening scream, holding his arm, rushed out of the villa.

The master has all gone, on the ground still has some consciousness to also drag the wound to fall in flight.

Soon, the living room empty out, along with the strange smell, not a trace.

Xia Yu Bing three people are relieved to see the old man's eyes gradually changed differently.

"I have already done, where is my wine? " The old man smiles to gather together in front of Xia Yubing, that two eyes light up the eyes to arouse a person bloodcurdling.

Summer language ice a little bit disrelish and cold of backward retreat, be the wine of the head-on arrival of his body flushes of afflictive.

"I take you to buy. " Yang Feng Sees Xia Yubing's dilemma, go up to pull the old man to oneself in front.

The old man readily agreed, as long as can get their own pay, who give the same.

Then, Yang Feng with the old man ready to go out, walked to the threshold, suddenly found something, then in his body two trouser pockets touch, inside empty.

He found himself penniless.

Yang Feng coughs lightly, let the old man wait in the doorway for a while, then smiled and folded back, make up to summer language ice in front.

"Well, I don't have any money. Can you lend me some temporarily? "

Xia Yu Bing glanced at him, but did not say anything, expressionless from the pocket out of a bank card handed to him.

"The password is my birthday. "

Yang Feng Hiss, fortunately before in the fight Jiang Haibing when he put Xia yubing's birthday down, or else have the cheek to ask again.

But people have slept, even birthday do not know, ask out, I am afraid not so good ending.

Yang Feng put away his bank card, smiled and nodded his thanks.

When he left, he also glanced at the summer language ice face if not smile, seems to be very satisfied with his response.

Right, after all, he is the one who remembered Xia yubing's birthday.

Before buying wine, Yang Feng first went to a hospital, the body wound treatment, the doctor looked at him covered with knife wounds, almost did not scare to call the police, Yang Feng stopped him.

After the wound was treated, Yang Fengcai and the old man went back to the old alley, which was not very good. They spent tens of thousands of yuan, bought him the wine he wanted, put it on a table, and sat down to watch him drink it.

It was the middle of the night, but the old alley was still buzzing with people, the atmosphere is hot, many dressed in different people jerked string, drinking wine, ready for the first World War Dawn.

Yang Feng just hungry, watching the old man sitting across the drink, ordered a plate of Kebabs, while eating to support the old man drink more.

After three rounds of wine, the old man blushed and his eyes were drunk. He pointed at Yang Feng and told him that he had been used as a shield.

Yang Feng turned a deaf ear and asked the boss for a pen and paper and wrote something on it.

"All right, all my fault, this is not to rely on you old save life? So out of this next book, but there will be no next time. " The old man is still babbling on, Yang Feng folded up a good note sitting next to him, perfunctory way.

"You know what, you sign this, and I'll buy you two jars of wine? " Said Yang Feng, who had handed the note to him.