The shortcoming in the life of the fast-moving boss is sweet

Chapter 159 Master's Hands Are So Beautiful 70
"Ah."

Yan Ming sneered when he learned that the bugs arranged around the emperor and in the palace had been exposed, "A bunch of trash."

The spies kneeling there did not dare to speak, but just sat there.

"Chu Mu, Chu Mu, I seem to be underestimating you."

When Yan Ming was speaking, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and disgust flashed in his eyes.

Are people surnamed Chu disgusting?
When he was on the battlefield that year, he also met two people surnamed Chu.

A man surnamed Chu had already fallen into his own scheme 15 years ago and was already dead.

The other... Yan Ming narrowed his eyes, that strong woman said coldly like a poisonous snake: "I hope she doesn't get married and have children and hide behind. I am very much looking forward to abusing her bit by bit and letting her know Those surnamed Chu didn’t end well.”

The spies kneeling there watched the sect master talking to himself, but didn't dare to speak too much. Now the sect master is becoming more and more strange, as if he has changed into a different person.

They live in trembling every day now, and the days are very difficult.

Yan Ming, who was sitting there, suddenly changed his face, swung everyone back and started coughing again.

The coughing became more and more severe, as if he was about to cough up his lungs. After coughing up a mouthful of blood, he stopped for a while, and wiped his mouth in distaste. Thinking of this sentence, his body was almost unable to support himself up.

I heard that Duolanxing also found out that there was a mutiny among them, so they are strictly investigating, and the Fan family dare not contact them again.

"Trash." Yan Ming scolded. He didn't know whether he was scolding the son of luck in this body, or scolding his brother for being unfavorable in doing things, or scolding the Fan family for being useless. Over the years, he has been cautious.

Ambitious but not courageous, huh, huh.

Yan Ming knew that this body wouldn't last a month, so he had to speed up his pace.

After dealing with the bloodstains, he said, "Come here."

"It's the door master."

"Go and call that person over."

"Yes, sect master." Yan Ming sneered, wondering what expression Xuan Wei would have when he knew that person, unwilling to kill him?
After a while, a person with stiff walking came here. This person was very tall. In this kind of mountain, he still wore a cloak and a mask in the summer.

Yan Ming waved away the crowd again, then walked down from the seat, and came to this person, who was not as tall as this person, and after he came to this person, the basket he made in front of him didn't retreat, disperse, and didn't speak, just stand there.

Yan Ming stepped forward to take off the mask, looked at the handsome face in front of him even in middle age with disgust, and then laughed evilly: "You said you were asked to kill Xuanwei, would he recognize you as a father?"

"You two look so alike, he must be able to recognize you, right?" Yan Ming's eyes flashed the excitement of father and son fighting each other.

Let him talk to himself alone: ​​"At first, I thought I could control that human emperor and make him an enemy of Jianghu? It's a pity that your son is too smart." He said coldly: "If you are smart, you must be smart." There is a price to pay."

Yan Ming seemed to be chatting with the person in front of him, but Chu Zhanpeng, who had been made into a bug by him, was like a walking corpse without any emotional consciousness.

Like a mental patient, Yan Ming finished talking to himself, and then wrote a letter, asking someone to give the letter to Xuan Wei.

Xuan Wei received the letter soon, and when he saw the content of the letter, a coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Master, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)