"Which?" Wang Lang looked at Xuanxuan.

Xuanxuan came up and pulled Wang Lang down, "It was the one who had a scar on her forehead, with a ponytail, and was very tall and ascetic. She was cold and cold brother."

Wang Lang knew it was Sanyan'er when he heard it, but he didn't expect Sanyan'er to come here.

After going downstairs, Sanyan walked up, "Brother, my young master asked you to take your family over there. Zhou Liang is likely to attack you first, so the young master wants to take you over and live with you."

Wang Lang took out his ears, "It's just targeting me, right? It won't affect others, right?"

Zhou Liang looked at Tian Lingling who was looking down through the window from the stairs, "Brother, Zhou Liang's will not attack women does not mean Xu Yi will not. Besides, Xu Yi has been here before."

Wang Lang also remembered that there was a conflict between Tian Lingling and Xu Yi.

"Wait first." Wang Lang went upstairs, "If you go back to your parents, Xu Yi will probably go to find you."

A trace of panic flashed in Tian Lingling's eyes.

Wang Lang stepped forward and grabbed Tian Lingling's shoulder, "Let's follow me for the time being."

Tian Lingling lowered her head and grabbed the apron with both hands. After a while, Tian Lingling began to sob, "Wang Lang, at first, I thought you were the one who could give me a stable family, but just now, I heard Xuanxuan say that you had killed someone, and I'm afraid, do you know?"

Wang Lang was silent and reached out to wipe Tian Lingling's tears. After a long time, Wang Lang only said three words, "I understand."

"Listen to me first, would you please go to Leihuaer's place?" Wang Lang said again.

Tian Lingling nodded.

Xuanxuan was right next to her, and could see clearly. When Tian Lingling went to pack her things, Xuanxuan came up and said, "Wang Lang, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've made you miss the beauty."

Wang Lang slapped Xuanxuan in the back of her head, "I have nothing to say."

Xuanxuan pouted and grabbed Wang Lang's arm and acted coquettishly.

"You go and pack up your things, we will move after packing up." Wang Lang pushed Xuanxuan.

"There is nothing to clean up. It's enough to bring your mobile phone and wallet." Xuanxuan said alone.

After Tian Lingling packed up, Wang Lang helped him carry the things and went down.

Xuanxuan took Xiaoxiao into Sanyan'er's car for the first time.

I drove to where Lei Huaer lived.

After arriving, Xuanxuan widened her eyes.

Only Lei Huaer lives in a building with more than 20 stories. His son Lei Lianhu lives in the building behind this building. There are ten buildings in the community and several other buildings living in Dongsheng's employees. In addition, there are also a group of old men who followed Lei Lianhu to conquer the world. When walking in the community, he occasionally encounters greasy old man holding an enamel teapot, kicking slippers and wearing shirts. He may not be the storied figure in Linghe City back then.

When the car stopped, Lei Huaer was squatting on the ground with her butt sticking out and playing chess with a vulgar old man.

The old man had dark skin and wrinkles on his face. After picking up his feet, he picked his nose.

Lei Huaer scratched his head and stared at the chessboard. Wang Lang walked over. Lei Huaer glanced at the little white teeth and laughed, "Brother is here."

He looked at Tian Lingling who got out of the car again, "Sanyan'er, bring my sister-in-law's things up."

The vulgar old man glanced at Wang Lang and said, "Get up, don't block my sun."

Wang Lang took out his ears and moved his position. The vulgar old man accidentally saw Tian Lingling, his eyes wide open and swallowed, "The best, this butt, this waist, this breast, can torture people to death."

Lei Huaer said angrily, "Old guy, play your chess well."

Wang Lang blocked the vulgar old man. The vulgar old man stretched his neck to look at it, but Wang Lang just refused to let him see it.

The old man's hand was shaking his nose and sweeping it horizontally.

Wang Lang raised his foot and hit the old man's wrist.

Bang!

The old man's thin arms were like cast from steel.

Wang Lang remained motionless, but the soles of his feet did feel a little uncomfortable.

The vulgar old man looked up and looked at Wang Lang for the first time, "Are you that Wang Lang?"

Wang Lang smiled, "Dragon Claw Hand."

The vulgar old man stopped and continued to pick his nose, "I have seen a lot."

Wang Lang squatted next to Lei Huaer and helped Lei Huaer play chess. Lei Huaer is a bad chess player. He tried to overturn the chessboard several times, but he endured it because Wang Lang was calm and calm.

The fat man with an enamel jar that I met before walked over with a Peking Opera and kicked flip-flops, sitting next to the vulgar old man.

The fat man lifted the lid of the cup and drank a sip of tea. The cup was bright red and soaked half a jar of wolfberry.

Aware of Wang Lang's eyes, the fat man grinned and showed his yellow teeth, "What do you think of young people? This is the way you will also go in the future. When you reach middle age, you have to soak wolfberry in a thermos."

Wang Lang just smiled.

"Fat Uncle is here." Lei Huaer grinned at her little white teeth.

The fat man glanced at the vulgar old man next to him, "Why is this guy weird today? I'm so nervous when I shouted "Fat Uncle"?"

The vulgar old man clenched his nose, "This grandson is a little sweeter than asking you for something, but when did he see you at other times, he wouldn't he call you a fat man?"

Lei Huaer rubbed his hands and laughed, pointed at the two of them and introduced to Wang Lang, "Brother, this is a sheep-handle style, this is a Maitreya, they are all good brothers of my old turtle."

Wang Lang smiled at the two of them. The vulgar old man suddenly stretched out his hand again, holding his fingers into a claw-shaped sweeping towards Wang Lang's face. His palms were not in front of Wang Lang, and Wang Lang felt the strong wind.

The fat man compared a scissors hand, but his two fingers hit Wang Lang's chest directly.

Wang Lang raised his left arm slightly, and when his elbow touched the dragon claw hand, he held the elbow of the vulgar old man's elbow with his backhand, twisted and pulled it, and grabbed a chess on the ground with his right hand and blocked his chest.

The speed is extremely fast.

Bang!

The wooden chess cracked directly, and Wang Lang reached out and pinched the fat man's two fingers of Maitreya's unhappy Maitreya.

Sheep's hand gesture and Maitreya looked at each other.

The two stood up at the same time and pushed Wang Lang backwards.

Wang Lang's feet rubbed against the ground and stepped back.

An old man holding this bird cage came from a distance, wearing reading glasses, walking one step and three times, feeling like he could fall down at any time. The old man pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose and stared at Wang Lang and the others.

Bang!

Wang Lang stepped on the car behind him. While the body of the car was shaking violently, Wang Lang forced himself to stop.

"Occursed." Wang Lang grinned.

He grabbed the sheep's left hand and stroked it back. Wang Lang's left hand became a claw and lifted it up with his hands. Three holes were broken into pieces in the sheep's clothes, leaving three purple-black scars on his dark skin.

At the same time, Wang Lang's right index finger and middle finger were put together and pointed madly towards Buxiao Maitreya.

His fingers stopped between the fat man's breasts and did not touch the skin, but a bruise appeared on the fat man's skin.

"Dragon Claw Hand?"
Chapter completed!