Zhang Xiaojian listened to the woman's cry, there was a kind of abnormal comfort in her heart. She laughed coldly and opened the door to leave.

"Wait a minute." There was a cold voice in the back, which sounded a little hasty.

Zhang Xiaojian turned around, her cold eyes looked like Zhou Xiaoyu. Her voice was incomparable and she asked, "what do you mean, do you want to force me to stay?"

Zhou Xiaoyu was shaken by Zhang Xiaojian, and then he felt that he had lost his temper.

"Mr. Zhang, forgive my recklessness. I'm also in a hurry. You must not leave. My sister will ask you." Zhou Xiaoyu said.

At this time, the middle-aged woman has been rolling around in pain, her face turned pale, and a thin and dense cold sweat has appeared on her forehead.

"No matter how anxious you are to be a brother, your sister doesn't need to be in vain." Zhang Xiaojian quite amused smile.

At this time, the pain of the middle-aged woman seemed to be much lighter. She gasped and gasped: "I was wrong, I was wrong. Please help me, help me."

Zhang Xiaojian smiles, turns to look and walks in.

Zhang Xiaojian has not yet taken a step, outside spread the harsh sound of the brake.

Then a quick footstep came from the outside.

A man had come in from outside, not tall, with golden hair. It's not foreigners. It's in the barber shop.

There is a golden skull hanging around his neck, which is ferocious and terrifying.

A suit of leather, with a handbag in his hand, looked at Zhang Xiaojian coldly in his eyes.

"Who did this to my sister?" Asked the young man in his twenties.

"Don't make trouble." Zhou Xiaoyu saw his brother come in and said quickly.

Who knows that the woman who just begged for mercy saw her brother come in and immediately came to her spirit and called: "brother, revenge your sister and kill this son of a bitch."

The man who came in wrinkled for a while. He bit his teeth gently and looked like Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian did not evade and looked at the man.

"Get out of my way. I asked you to come and treat your sister." Zhou Xiaoyu said.

"Yes." The man said coldly, but his eyes were always staring at Zhang Xiaojian.

All of a sudden, the man's hand was raised, and the bag flew out directly. At the same time, there was a dagger with cold light in his hand, which was directly like Zhang Xiaojian's chest. Zhang Xiaojian didn't think of the speed.

Zhou Xiaoyu was also shocked by this sudden action, but it was too late to stop it.

My younger brother practised martial arts since childhood, but he has got the true biography of an expert in the world. At the age of 16, she has won the champion of Sanda in Beijing metropolis. Zhang Xiaojian's ability is very difficult even if she has such a close distance.

If Zhang Xiaojian has an accident, what should he do with his sister's illness and how he can explain it to the major general. Although people usually give their own face, it is not because of Laozi. If it's just themselves, it's really bullshit.

The middle-aged beautiful woman saw her brother's sudden hand, folded her hands happily, and said, "finally someone gave me a vent and killed him."

At a time when a few people were worried, the scene had changed.

Zhang Xiaojian's body suddenly red light big victory, suddenly wrapped him in it.

In an instant, the red hand appeared like a ghost. He grabbed the dagger and pulled it mercilessly. Then no one saw how the man flew out. It went straight through the glass curtain wall, flew to the corner of the yard, hit the wall, and then slowly fell to the ground.

After the red light disappeared, Zhang Xiaojian returned to her original appearance. She clapped her hands habitually, looked at Zhou Xiaoyu, and said, "since your family don't like me, I think I'd better leave."

Zhang Xiaojian's hand shocked all of them.

Zhou Xiaoyu is not a person who has never seen the world. He has seen many masters, but it is the first time that Zhang Xiaojian has seen such a person.

The middle-aged beautiful woman has stopped shouting, but she looks at Zhang Xiaojian in horror.

In the courtyard, under the corner of the wall, a figure slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and pointed to Zhang Xiaojian in the room and swore.

Zhang Xiaojian frowned, a wave, a red light curtain swept out, directly caught the other party from the outside. Raise two mouth, cold said: "mouth is not clean again, I let you shut up forever."

The young man's face was pale. He was scared to death by this strange scene. He didn't dare to say anything.

The room is silent, several people of Zhou family are quietly looking at Zhang Xiaojian, who dare not speak.

Zhang Xiaojian slowly walked out of the house. She sighed in her heart. She said, "wealth is no more than three generations. This is true. It takes several generations to cultivate a gentleman. It's true that you can't become a gentleman if you have money.".

"Little brother, I'll see them from the next door. How about having a cup of tea with me if you have time." A voice that sounded old came from a distance.Zhang Xiaojian looked back and saw an old man with white hair looking at him with a smile.

The old man in his old uniform, bright eyes and a broom in his hand, seemed to be sweeping the yard.

Zhang Xiaojian squinted for a long time, guessing the identity of this person in his heart.

It looks like a worker, but the powerful atmosphere is not like it.

"Dad, why are you here?" Zhou Xiaoyu didn't know when he had come out of it. He stood in front of the old man.

The old man did not look at him at all, still smiling at Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian realized that this man was the father of his family. I didn't expect to be so approachable.

"No need for tea. I have something else to do." Zhang Xiaojian said not cold or hot.

"My daughter is not sensible and has been spoiled by me since childhood. Don't mind." The old man still had a friendly face.

Zhang Xiaojian's anger in her heart has been eliminated. She waved her hand and did not speak.

"Can you show her in my father's face? After all, I'm worried about her virtue." The old man looked at Zhang Xiaojian.

Zhang Xiaojian hesitated for a moment, laughed and said, "since you have said so, I will show him."

Several people re-enter the room, Zhang Xiaojian put a hand on the wrist of the middle-aged beautiful woman and closed her eyes.

At this time, the middle-aged beautiful woman had lost her arrogant appearance. Instead, she was very clever. She was like a 17-8-year-old girl.

Looking at Zhang Xiaojian's uncertain face, several people were nervous.