Chapter 656

"Who are you?"

When he saw a girl he didn't know, he suddenly opened the door and walked in. After Wang Hua was stunned, he instinctively asked this sentence.

Although this is in the hotel, not in Ye Mingmei's own home, a fool also knows that no one is allowed to enter the house without the permission of the guest to disturb the guest.

What's more, the guest is Ye Mingmei, and there are several bodyguards at the door?

After Wang Hua asked that sentence, he suddenly thought of it and became angry: what's the matter with those guys outside? How can people knock at the door and enter his wife's room?

The girl looks like she is in her twenties. She wears very ordinary clothes and has a good figure, but there is no brilliance on her face - in short, she is an ordinary person who can't be recognized in the crowd.

The girl ignored Wang Hua. After entering the door, she turned back and closed the door. She looked at Ye Mingmei and asked calmly, "you are the wife of Pearl Yan Chunlai, ye Mingmei?"

Before ye Mingmei spoke, Wang Hua, who had a complete epiphany, raised her hand and pushed it to the girl's right shoulder. She scolded fiercely: "what's so special, you dare to say that to your wife --"

Before he could say his last word, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart and his voice stopped suddenly.

Subconsciously, Wang Hua slowly looked down and saw that the girl's arm seemed to reach into his heart.

"Ah!"

The shrill voice came from behind.

Anyone who saw Wang Hua's back heart suddenly burst out a hand with a bright red heart on that hand. Without scaring to death on the spot, it has proved that ye Mingmei's anti fear nerve is quite strong.

The five fingers of that hand, slowly close together, clench the heart a little bit, and then slowly loosen it, it has become a mass of rotten meat.

Wang Hua bent his knees and fell to the ground slowly as if he were proposing to a girl.

When the girl withdrew her hand, he lay down obliquely, thinking: this girl must be the rural girl raped and killed by me a year ago. She came to me to collect debts on the evening of her anniversary.

After killing Wang Hua in an extremely cruel way, the girl still looked at him without looking at him. Just like she just raised her hand and blasted away a fly, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and said faintly to Ye Mingmei, "shut up."

Although Ye Mingmei is a snake and scorpion beauty, she never takes other people's life and death seriously, but she cares about her own life and death. So when she was about to open her mouth and scream again, she closed her mouth obediently.

There's a smell of urine in the house.

"Are you afraid of death?"

The girl walked slowly to the sofa and leaned down slightly to look at Ye Mingmei's eyes with empty numbness.

Ye Mingmei, who is playing all over, must hate why she hasn't been stunned. Otherwise, she won't have to face this cruel murderer.

"Yan Chunlai, isn't he also afraid of death?"

Seeing ye Mingmei nodding hard one after another proved that she was afraid of death, the girl asked the question again.

Ye Mingmei nodded.

Even if she was scared silly, nodding was just an instinctive reaction, but it was extremely correct.

The more detached a big man is, the more afraid he is of death.

"I won't hurt you tonight."

The girl said.

All the fears, along with the girl's words, just like the ebb tide of the sea, retreated with a loud noise, which made Ye Mingmei spit out the turbid air in her heart and restore her reason in an instant.

As long as you don't get hurt, there's nothing terrible.

"Your people came to the king of Tang just to poison the people around you. I already know."

The girl said and turned to the door: "now go back to Mingzhu and tell him that if you dare to send someone to King Tang for trouble in the future, I will go to Mingzhu to find him."

"You, you -- who is it?"

Ye Mingmei's small mouth opened and closed quickly like a fish jumping ashore.

"You can call me king Jiuyou."

The girl looked back and smiled. Then she disappeared at the door.

Nine Youwang.

Even if ye Mingmei is a kind-hearted person who doesn't like violence and blood at all, she still knows the existence of the nine Youwang because of the surrounding area.

It is said that the king of Jiuyou came from the dark world in Lop Nur in the northwest.

In order to prevent her from setting foot in the Central Plains, Huaxia paid an extremely heavy price and did not have any effect.

She successfully found Fangyuan and went to the Northern Dynasty with him. Ye Mingmei has heard of these things.

I know that the mission of a man as powerful as the leader is to stop her -- but he also failed.

But ye Mingmei never dreamed that King Jiuyou would appear tonight. Without the slightest psychological preparation, she killed Wang Hua with her signature killing action.

The legendary devil appeared just for Yan Chunlai to deal with the people around him.

If someone else dares to threaten Yan Chunlai, ye Mingmei will regard it as a fart.

The one who can say these words, since he is the king of Jiuyou, whoever comforts Ye Mingmei and says don't be afraid, will be regarded as a fart by her.

Whether ye Mingmei or Yan Chunlai, no matter how powerful she is at ordinary times, she can only be regarded as a residue in front of the king Jiuyou who is too powerful to kill.

"Ah!"

When ye Mingmei's teeth chattered and she wanted to stand up, but she couldn't stand up anyway, the security guard of the hotel finally came and gave a very pleasant exclamation: This is the voice of normal people.

"Go, go! I, I want to go! "

Ye Mingmei jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the door. She didn't realize that she was wearing pajamas and small slippers. She just wanted to escape the king of Tang as quickly as possible.

As soon as she took two steps, she fell heavily to the ground: her legs were still not at her command.

But as if she didn't know she had fallen to the ground, she climbed to the door with her hands on the ground and shouted, "go, I want to go!"

Greene wanted to go, too. He kept going.

After all, no one likes to live in wild mountains when winter comes.

If you have to live there -- at least, you have to have a serious house?

What's the matter with two shacks!

What's more, there was a lonely grave between the two shacks. When Greene got up to pee in the middle of the night, he always felt that there was an old man who loved potatoes behind him and blew a cool breath in his neck.

There is no beauty to accompany, no TV to watch, no heating - nothing, only the sound of birds that can be heard as soon as you open your eyes every morning, and the endless hills.

The primitive life of chiguoguo, it's the 21st century, okay?

And Greene can see that brother yuan, who has lived here for half a month, seems to be very leisurely. When he got up this morning, he looked at Nanshan and accidentally got two good poems: picking chrysanthemums under the East fence and leisurely seeing Nanshan.

Well, for brother yuan's abnormality, Greene forbeared: who let the traditional Chinese culture have the saying of "Ding you" (Ding you is also called Ding Han, which is the general name for the bereavement of parents in ancient times. As early as the Zhou Dynasty, it was clearly stipulated that children who lost their parents should guard the grave in front of the grave for three years).

Green forgives Fang Yuan for his filial piety to Tudou, but why does the donkey's cheap dog look like a "lost dog" every day, but when Fang Yuan can't see it, he makes a face at green. No matter how confused he is (make trouble, we have to go), he doesn't take care of him?

Alas, brother yuan won't really be in this broken place and keep the grave for potatoes for three years, will he?

Greene lay lazily in the shack, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, stroked his bald head with his left hand, and couldn't help laughing silently: just yesterday, a layer of hair came out of his head, but brother yuan was very arrogant and shaved him with that scary stranger knife.

Fang Yuan also explained to others: in China, when Grandpa's is dead, all grandchildren have to shave their heads to express their deep sorrow for Grandpa.

Greene knew why Fangyuan shaved his head: it wasn't to make him cool, but to be filial to Tudou.

God, brother yuan is the grandson of old potato. Well, why doesn't he shave his head and be filial?

No matter how bad it is, you have to shave off the donkey's head, so you will have more or less balance in your heart.

Just as grind stared at the roof of the shack and was alone, a wet tongue licked his shiny head.

"Go away!"

Grinde raised his hand and pushed the donkey's head, turned over and sat up, looked at it with extremely sad and angry eyes, and scolded with hate: "every day you ask me to go down the mountain to carry water and water potatoes, but you walk your legs."

The donkey glanced at him with disdain, turned around and walked lazily with his tail: it's good not to go down the mountain to fetch water with the dead foreigner, but to watch the eldest brother do radio gymnastics against the rising sun.

"One two three four, two two three four, three two three four -- Xiao Ge, Gu de Mao Yuan!"

Fang Yuan has a healthy smile, like a blind man, who can't see the bitterness on Xiaoge's face.

"Good morning, brother yuan."

Say hello to Fang Yuan. After going to the distance to do personal hygiene, Greene picked up the shoulder pole and became more depressed.

In the past, even if he broke his head, I didn't expect that one day he would be so lucky to carry two plastic buckets down the mountain with a shoulder pole handed down from ancient times in a great country.

Alas, can't the stream pass by the old potato grave?

Winter has officially arrived in this land. Can the two ridges of potatoes planted by Greene half a month ago survive this long winter?

With these questions, Greene walked slowly down the mountain.

When Greene looked back at the stream at the foot of the mountain, he saw an obvious footprint on the donkey's slightly pouted ass crawling in the withered grass - big brother didn't like being stared at by the donkey when he was doing radio gymnastics.

After seeing the donkey beaten, Greene was in a much better mood. He hummed the old hometown tune. Just about to put the bucket in the stream, the donkey suddenly jumped up from the dead grass and roared to the East.

Grinde looked over there and saw a dry old man in a gray jacket coming down the stream with his hands on his back like a local rich man.

The donkey knew the old guy, or he wouldn't have been so courteous after running over.

The old man didn't let the donkey down. He magically took out a piece of cooked beef and handed it to him.

It's delivery, not throwing.

Grind knew very well that if someone fed the donkey with a almsgiving face, it would be lazy to take care of it.

"This is a very dignified dog."

The old man came up to grind and said so.

"That's because it's not hungry."

Grind looked up and down at the old man and asked, "who are you?"

"I'm a goat."

The old man with a goatee replied with a smile.