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Chapter 8 Your time is running out

Jia Erhu was equally surprised as Wen Ruyu.

When he was a child in the village, because his adoptive father and adoptive mother were honest and because he was an adopted son, he was called a bastard or a bastard and was often bullied.

Some children who are older than him and younger than Jia Dalong often bully him.

Every time he went home and told Jia Dalong that he hoped his brother would stand up for him, Jia Dalong was too scared to say anything.

Because others also have older brothers

In Jia Erhu’s memory, among all the older brothers of the children in the village, Jia Dalong was the most cowardly.

From then on, Jia Erhu knew that he could only rely on himself for everything.

Especially when he was sixteen years old, he chased Jia Yong with pieces of film to chop him down. Jia Yong was in his twenties at the time. Not only was his father the village chief, he was also the village tyrant. Everyone in the village Everyone walked around when they saw him.

Because of Wu Jinhua, Jia Yong and Jia Dalong were jealous and fought against Jia Dalong.

As a result, Jia Erhu chased him from the village to the back mountain, and on a hillside, he took the piece from top to bottom and chopped directly at him.

Jia Yong grabbed Pianpian with his hands, but a long gash was cut out of the tiger's mouth.

The problem is that Jia Erhu also pulled out the knife, and then chopped it towards Jia Yong's chest.

It happened to be rainy weather during that period, and the dirt road on the hillside was very slippery.

When Jia Yong turned around to escape, his foot slipped and he rolled down a hillside more than 20 meters away.

Jia Erhu didn’t give up and chased him down the hillside, where he was finally stopped by the security director and his men.

From then on, no one in the village dared to provoke him.

If anyone dared to bully Jia Dalong and his adoptive mother, Jia Erhu would just point at the other person’s nose and say, “Block the door when you sleep at night.”

The person would be scared to the point where they would not dare to do so for several days. When he was sleeping, he had to come to his adoptive mother's door to ask for intercession.

In Jia Erhu’s memory, no one dared to scold him since then.

Including later in prison, let alone scolding him, just looking at him will make the other person remember him for a lifetime.

Normally, Jia Erhu will definitely fall out immediately after Wen Ruyu gets angry.

But to Jia Dalong’s expectation, Jia Erhu was not angry today.

He said to Wen Ruyu calmly, "I'm not leaving, I'm just waiting. If the police don't come, she will definitely call people from the society.

You look like this I haven’t seen murder with my own eyes.

I’ll let you take a closer look later.”

Khan

From his tone, killing someone is like killing a chicken. Yes, you still want to kill me

Wen Ruyu looked calm on the surface, but her spine felt chilly.

At this moment, there was a burst of footsteps outside, led by Qizui.

"Ling Yan," Qiao Zui stood outside the window and shouted to the second floor, "Where are the people, come down quickly."

Wen Ruyu and Jia Dalong looked over and saw that both of their legs were weak. Yes, at least bring it up when you raise your lipsSeven or eight gangsters came.

Those gangsters all have dyed hair and tattoos on their arms.

You can walk well with your lips turned up, but he likes to sweep his legs from side to side.

He can also hold his head high and chest up like a dog, but he is used to tilting his head and standing there shaking his body arrogantly.

"Er Erhu, please get out of the back door quickly." Jia Dalong stumbled to Jia Erhu and stammered.

Wen Ruyu stood there, trembling all over.

She also wanted to tell Jia Erhu to run away, but her consciousness seemed to be offline and she had no idea what to say or what to do.

Jia Erhu turned a deaf ear and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Chen Lingyan suddenly appeared quietly at the door.

He looked the same as when he just went upstairs, with disheveled hair, dirt and scratches all over his body, and his feet were bare.

She looked at Jia Erhu coldly and said calmly, "Kneel down in front of me, then pick up the things I threw into the trash can and swallow them."

< p>Jia Erhu remained calm, as if Chen Lingyan said he had nothing to do with him.

But in his heart, he was thinking: Do beautiful women have no brains?

Wen Ruyu is like this, and so is this little goblin.

But Jia Erhu likes such a woman, so hot

"Miss Chen Chen"

Jia Dalong just opened his mouth to pray, and Chen Lingyan stared at him calmly After one glance, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word.

Wen Ruyu also wanted to pray to Chen Lingyan at this time, but her mouth and tongue didn't obey her.

"Ling Yan, Ling Yan" came another voice shouting from the window.

Chen Lingyan stared at Jia Erhu, "You don't have much time left."

Damn it, you thought I was a men's football team

Jia Erhu still looked at Chen Lingyan expressionlessly.

Chen Lingyan realized that giving him time was unnecessary.

Qiuzi was clearly outside the window, but she picked up the mobile phone in her hand and said to Qiuzi, "Qiuzi, come in, this house on the right side of the first floor."

Qiuzi He rushed in with people.

Chen Lingyan took two steps into the room, then turned back and gave Qizui a look, and said lightly, "That's him."

After saying that, she turned around and faced the window. What was about to happen had nothing to do with her, she could just sit back and wait for Jia Erhu to find teeth all over the place. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website without anti-theft, free to find books and add books, you can join the qq group 887805068

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