Super Golden Eye

Fang Yang sat in front of Miao Yan and said with a smile, "Is the little master also here to play?"

Miao Yan rolled her eyes at Fang Yang, then sat down again: "Senior Brother Fang is also here to play the dick?"

Fang Yang laughed and said, "I came here for something else."

"me too!"

Fang Yang's heart moved: "Is it to investigate Ye Sheng?"

Miao Yan's face darkened, she took a sip of the juice and was silent for a while, then she raised her head and said, "Because of Ye Sheng's affairs, my master was so angry that Miao Zong's disciples have been sent to all parts of the country. Ye Sheng pulled it out and avenged Junior Wife Talk!"

There were teardrops in her eyes.

Miaozong's disciples grew up together, and their feelings are naturally intimate. .

Fang Yang sighed secretly, picked up the tissue and handed it over.

"Thank you!"

Miao Yan took it, feeling that this senior man still winked.

"Ye Sheng, I'm also looking for it, as long as there is news, I will tell you as soon as possible!"

"Thank you Brother Fang!"

Miao Yan barely smiled.

Seeing that she was in a better mood, Fang Yang deliberately changed the subject, and the wild chatter made her temporarily forget the witty words.

Miao Yan is not a silly girl, and she knows what Fang Yang means. Fang Yang smiles gratefully. In her heart, Fang Yang is not as repulsive as she was when she first met.

Fang Yang is deliberate, Miao Yan now has nothing to guard against Fang Yang, and Fang Yang will say whatever she asks.

After chatting for a while, Fang Yang realized that he had underestimated Miao Zong.

Although Miao Zong's strength is at the bottom of the Hidden Sejong Sect, Miao Zong's secret technique is still very powerful, just like Jian Miaohan's trick, Fang Yang has never seen it. In his opinion, that move is already very strong, but wherever he thought it was, it was actually Miaozong's weakest secret technique.

"Senior Brother Fang, what are they doing?"

Fang Yang followed Miao Yan's gaze and looked over.

In a corner of Di Bar, two people were whispering.

In a short while, the two reached a deal, paying the money and delivering the goods.

Fang Yang looked back: "I'm buying and selling drugs!"

"Huh?" Miao Yan seldom stepped into the world and didn't know the outside situation, but she knew that drugs such as drugs should not be touched. Seeing others taking drugs, buying and selling drugs, she subconsciously wanted to stop!

Fang Yang stopped her: "Can you stop them once, can you stop them the second time? This kind of thing is always forbidden, so if you see it, just treat it as if you haven't seen it."

Although Miao Yan sat down, she kept her eyes on that side.

The young man was obviously very excited when he bought drugs.

He took the drugs and ran to the card table, poured the drugs on the card table, and sniffed the drugs on the table.

The young man looked intoxicated and leaned on the sofa and stopped moving.

In a short while, the expression on his face changed, sometimes smiling and sometimes sad.

Fang Yang shook his head, drug addicts are not worthy of pity.

Miao Yan also turned her gaze back: "The drug sellers are really scumbags in society!"

"The same goes for people who buy drugs."

Seeing Miao Yan staring at herself puzzled, Fang Yang said quietly: "As the saying goes, poor people must be hateful. If they don't touch drugs, will anyone sell drugs?"

"What is this fallacy?"

Miao Yan looked at Fang Yang dumbfounded.

Fang Yang saw that she had misunderstood what he meant, he smiled slightly without explaining.

The smile on the young man's face disappeared, he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flushed, his face was full of tyrannical expressions, and his whole body exuded hostility.

"dead!!!"

The youth kept repeating this word.

Fang Yang frowned. It's not that he has never seen people who take drugs. Although most of them will fall into the illusion, the illusion is mostly ecstatic and unstoppable. But the young man in front of him was a little strange, his whole body exuding hostility, and his eyes were full of tyrannical expressions.

The youth suddenly stood up, picked up the beer bottle, and smashed the head of the nearest person in front of him.

The man was dancing, so he screamed and fell directly onto the dance floor.

The other dancing young men and women thought he was just drinking too much, and everyone snorted disdainfully.

The young man became even more crazy. He picked up the wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it at the people on the dance floor.

Suddenly caused a panic.

The young man hit a **** with a wine bottle, and the **** covered his head in pain, turned his head to look, and was startled by the youth's fierce eyes.

The **** was not willing to be beaten easily, and called a group of people to find the place back.

Take the lead and pat the young man's face vigorously.

"You guy drank too much and went crazy here without opening your dog's eyes. Who did you hit?"

Without saying anything, the young man fisted in rounds.

The young men and women who were watching the excitement were surprised. This young man really drank too much. Didn't you see that the opposite was a group of social people?

The leader did not expect to be beaten by pretending to be incomparable, and his face changed from anger to anger: "Kill him to me!"

Without saying a word, the other gangsters rushed directly at the young man.

The young man roared and shook his hands, and actually threw out the few people who had fallen on him.

The lead's eyelids twitched: "This is a **** power, right?"

"dead!"

The youth's mouth was open, and his saliva flowed out.

He crushed and rushed over, and the big-waisted **** was directly kicked to the ground by him.

The young man bit the bullshit's neck like a beast.

"Ah, he is drinking my blood, get him down for me!"

Several people couldn't control the youth. Where else did they dare to do something, a group of people in society knew that they were in trouble this time.

"Senior Brother Fang, what is going on? Are drug users so scary?"

Miao Yan's face was full of horror.

Fang Yang frowned, got up and walked over to the dance floor.

"Senior Brother Fang, be careful!"

Fang Yang didn't reply, grabbed the young man's hair and pulled his head up.

The youth roared and waved his limbs towards Fang Yang.

Fang Yang stretched out his left hand, controlled his two hands, and then turned him over and put his knee on his back waist.

The neck of the leader was **** and he looked at the young man in horror.

Seeing that Fang Yang had controlled the situation, he was able to do it again, and he yelled and cursed.

Fang Yang was upset by the noise, and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The **** was about to yell at him, when he saw Fang Yang's cold eyes, he shivered and left dingy.

Fang Yang grabbed the youth and gave Miao Yan a wink, and the three of them walked out.

During this process, the young man continued to struggle, but he was an ordinary person, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't escape from Fang Yang's hands.

When he came outside, Fang Yang knocked a hand knife on the back of the young man's neck.

The young man rolled his eyes and passed out into a coma.

"Senior Brother Fang, what should I do next?"

Fang Yang threw the young man into the car, and then said to Miao Yan, "I'm going to the Kylin Sect. Are you going?"

Miao Yan thought for a while, then shook her head: "No, my task is to get Ye Sheng back."

"Well, if you need any help, please tell me at any time!"

"Ok!"

Fang Yang waved his hand to Miao Yan and drove to Qilinzong.