Chapter 950: Come home

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When Wang Fan saw Abiao, his anger burst out instantly, and the murderous opportunity arose!
I saw A Biao was as a dumpling and hung on the gate. He was stained with blood all over, his clothes were stuck to flesh and blood, and his bones didn't even know how many pieces he had broken.
In some places, you can even see the sharp bones piercing the skin.
At this time, A Biao shrugged his head, motionless, and did not know whether it was dead or alive.
Wang Fan was furious and shot with murderous opportunity!
He is going to kill!
He is going to kill! ! !
He didn't expect that he hadn't seen it in just over a week, and A Biao was tortured to look like this.
Crazy anger spread throughout the body, and Wang Fan only felt that his scalp was about to explode!
At the door of Wenjia Manor, there are more than 20 people guarding it.
These people were originally in the hospital to protect Mrs. Wen and Wen Zhilong, but after Mrs. Wen returned, they brought them back.
They also saw Wang Fan's car, but they didn't realize that something was wrong.
After all, this car is owned by Wen Zhiqing, and they all know it.
"Ma'am, what do you do to park your car here, hurry in. You have stayed here for a long time, and Mrs. Wen would blame if she knew it."
An elite was walking towards the car while talking.
As an elite writer, he naturally needs to be stifled for his literary talents.
Huh!
But he hadn't walked to the car yet, and Wang Fan kicked the car door and jumped down.
The elite looked at Wang Fan, first hesitated, then his face changed instantly.
What kind of eyes are that?
Bloodthirsty, scarlet, it is hard to look straight.
"Blame? She has no chance to blame!" Wang Fan's bloodthirsty eyes stared at the elite, a sneer appeared in the corner of his mouth, and he kicked out immediately.
Huh!
With a loud noise, the elite chest was instantly smashed and burst into the sky with blood mist, and the person was completely lost in life in the air.
This sudden scene instantly aroused the attention of another group of elites. Their faces couldn't help but change, and they roared at Wang Fan.
"who are you?"
"Dare to make trouble in the literary family, find death!"
"Wang Ba Dan, kill him!"
They roared insanely, without a word, rushed directly at Wang Fan.
"Men, are you amazing? Not only do I have to make trouble at the writers, but today I have to wipe out the writers, do you believe it or not?" Wang Fan sneered, and the whole person fluttered in an instant, his feet flicked out.
Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang, a series of loud noises, more than twenty elites, all kicked in indiscriminately, blood in their noses and noses, and the bones all over the body did not know how many roots were cracked. Even if there is no luck, it is already dying.
Those elites who were still breathing out, while unable to bear the grin and howl, gleamed with intense fear in their eyes.
What kind of person is this, too terrible?
More than 20 people who have been through hundreds of battles and are completely capable of playing one-and-five elites, have they been kicked to death by Wang Fan? It's almost unbelievable!
"You, you, you are Wang, Wang Fan?" After a while, some people finally recognized Wang Fan, and his eyes were even more frightened.
"You're right, I'm Wang Fan." Wang Fan said with a sneer, his toes point on those elite who have only one breath, he rose directly and jumped towards A Biao.
The shadow knife came out of the sheath, cut the rope, and brought Abiao down.
Wang Fan was slightly relieved when he touched A Biao's body.
Although A Biao is very weak, although he is dying, at least he still has a breath and is not dead.
Wang Fanqiang resisted the thought of madly killing the writers, quickly took out the silver needle and pierced him on A Biao. At the same time, he held Abiao's body with one hand, and the internal air flow turned in.
Under the dual effects of the silver needle and internal energy, A Biao's trauma quickly improved, and the whole person gradually exuded vitality.
"Cough." At a certain moment, Abiao coughed and finally opened his eyes.
When he saw Wang Fan's moment, his face changed instantly, "Wang Shao, you go quickly. Not only the old dog of Ouyan Changhong is here, but also an angry fist called Tianqiu Ye Qiuji.
A Biao's eyes were only concerned, Ou Yan Changhong's power gave him an indelible mark.
He has no confidence in whether Wang Fan can win Ouyan Changhong, let alone add another Ye Qiuji.
"Now don't talk, I'll heal you first. You can rest assured, the two debris, I haven't put it in my eyes. When your injury is stabilized, I will go in and avenge you."
Wang Fan speeded up the treatment while preventing A Biao from speaking.
It didn't take long for A Biao's injury to be contained. Of course, to fully recover, it is simply impossible in the short term.
Ouyan Changhong is not an ordinary bastard. The injuries he caused by his shot are not so easy to heal.
After containing his injury, Wang Fan put him in the car, locked the door, and re-entered Wenjia Manor.
Huh!
With a kick, the gate of Wenjia Manor was smashed by the kick and rubble flew.
Wang Fan took the infinite killing opportunity and killed him directly.
Fortunately, he arrived in time, fortunately, Abiao was captured last night, otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable.
"Ah, that guy was rescued. Someone came in and quickly notify Mrs. Wen!"
The movement here finally attracted the elite attention of the walk in the manor. Their complexion changed, and several people besieged to Wang Fan, while the others rushed into the main house quickly and informed Mrs. Wen.
"Go away!" Wang Fan looked at the elite writer who was rushing towards himself, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense. With a cold drink, he directly pulled out the shadow knife and slammed out!
嗤嗤 嗤嗤!
The sound of a series of knives cutting into the meat sounded, dozens of elites were cut down by the shadow knives, and the ghosts cried and wolfed out.
Numerous blood mists burst into the air.
"Old Ouyan dog, Ye Wangba, get out for the master!" Wang Fan roared, and the shadow knife flew again.
A series of chirping sounds, and several people were directly flicked at the head, and at the same time bursting into the sky of blood mist, his head flew up and grumbled to the ground.
With two knives, a large slice was slashed. The blood of Yin Hong stimulated the eyes and noses of others. No one dared to charge, and the audience was dead.
God!
Who offended the writers?
This is too scary?
The remaining elite, all frightened, their eyelids jumped straight, and they couldn't help but start to retreat in fear.
Even if they have killed people, see countless blood, but at this moment, there is a feeling of vomiting.
Wang Fan is really terrible and too cruel.
This scene is really bloody.
At the moment when Wang Fan killed Wenjia Manor, Ouyan Changhong and Ye Qiuji were aware of it.
It was only that they had just planned to go out and heard Wang Fan's provocative voice.
Ouyan old dog?
Ye Wang Ba?
The two's faces were gloomy in an instant, directly flashing out of the villa.
"Heaven has a way, you don't go, has no door, you break in! Wang Fan, today, you must die!" Ou Yan Changhong's face was gloomy, and his eyes suddenly burst into endless killing opportunities.
Ye Qiuji, also had a sudden attack, with a clenched voice in his mouth, "Ye Wang Ba? Good, very good!"
"The surnamed Wang, you killed my brother and insulted me Ye Qiuji. Today, I Ye Qiuji will take your dog's life!"
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