"Wang Chenghua represented the workers, and he didn't ask if he disappeared?"

"Yes, but Yihua suddenly said that he was willing to produce a new resettlement plan. Who would care about his life and death!"

The king glanced at the cold, and the whole person suddenly felt like a thousand years of uninterrupted ice.

The bald head and neck were shrinking, and I didn't dare to make a sound in fright.

"If Wang Chenghua didn't save it, what should you do if you are ready!"

The bald face was uncertain, and it was a long while to vomit: "Sayi said ... say ... just treat people as losing homicide, and then pay a sum of money to let the younger brother stand."

"Oh ... haha ​​..."

Wang Yi's sneer echoing in the alley, he suddenly moved, and the flat ground was like a windy wind.

The bald head felt a pain in the chest, a sweet taste of the throat hit, and the blood spit out. The yellow hair no longer knew when I turned my eyes and fainted to the ground.

"Look at your chest ..."

The bald head quickly lifted the clothes, and saw a cyan palm print on the chest, and was horrified from the heart. Listen to Wang: "You try to take a look at your breath, whether it is a twisted liver pain."

The bald head quickly closed the breath, and felt that the liver was stabbed like a needle, and the pain was shaking.

"My palm locks your liver veins. This liver qi was born on the body surface by me, so it shows green. You will have insomnia and dreams in the past few days.

On the seventh day of the palm seal, the palm seal will completely disappear. But the ancient sayings have clouds 'liver veins long and long, and colors are unfair. When the sickness falls'. When the palm print is completely disappeared, it is when you are killed in Huang Quan. "

Wang Yi then turned around: "But if you can obediently obedient, wait for me to deal with what happened, I don't mind letting you go."

After listening to the bald head, I nodded again and again, I couldn't say anymore, but I asked for mercy: "Brother, I must keep my mouth like a bottle, forgive my life!"

"Who wants you to keep your mouth like a bottle?"

The bald head looked up, and his face was full of doubt.

"Now you take him to find your Siye immediately. You don't have to hide my things, and immediately ask your fourth Lord to find someone to save you. If you do it, you can die if you can't do it!"

There is no sound after finishing.

When the bald head looks up again, there is still Wang Yi's voice in the alley. Except for the palm print and the seriously injured Huang Mao reminding him what happened, everything was as magical as a dream.
Chapter completed!