"Okay, okay, I know, brother, come back soon," Wei Zheng was a little reluctant.

"You, haha, okay, okay, I'll leave," he smiled, Wei Yan greeted him and left.

There were two people in total, one man and one woman. The woman's name was Tong Wenxiu, the daughter of the patriarch of a small family in Weicheng. She was very popular with Wei Yan on weekdays.

As Wei Yan's figure gradually disappeared, the smile on Wei Zheng's face gradually disappeared, and he turned into a cold look.

"Brother, goodbye!" Wei Zheng smiled grimly.

Zhang Jing, who was observing in secret, was the first time he discovered that Wei Zheng had reappeared that night's expression.

"Who?" Wei Zheng seemed to feel something, turned his head and looked in one direction, but found nothing.

"I clearly felt someone was watching me just now. Did you see it wrong?" Wei Zheng's eyes flashed.

After observing for a while, I found that nothing was wrong. Wei Zheng's face turned into the appearance of a playboy again, and he turned back to the Wei Mansion.

"Haha," Zhang Jing looked at Wei Zheng coldly and chuckled.

"Brother Yan, why are you so concerned about that fool?" Tong Wenxiu said disdainful to Wei Zheng after she left.

"Haha, he is the legitimate son after all. If my father wants to establish me as the next head of the family after I break through, some old people in the family will definitely take this as a reason.

At that time, if my good brother gives it to me on his own initiative, there will be no problem. Maybe the reputation of brothers and brothers will be heard from him in the future," Wei Yan smiled softly, as if everything was under control.

"Will that not be the future, I have to offer that guy? I don't want to see Wei Zheng's face," Tong Wenxiu curled her lips.

"How is that possible? Do you think I will provide for him for the rest of my life?

After my status is stable, I will just find a master outside to kill him, and no one will doubt me. After all, we have no conflict of interest."

"Can your father believe it? My father said your father is not a simple person."

"Wi Zheng is dead by then. Will my father still depose me, the heir? Such a family scandal cannot be spread. After all, my father is a shameless person."

"Besides, do you think I will just expose the evidence like this and I was killed by Wei Zheng?

With the strength of Wei Zheng, he could find someone to kill him at will. Then I will kill the person who killed him. Wouldn't there be any accidents again?" Wei Yan smiled relaxedly.

"What about me? Tell me about this now, will it happen in the future," Tong Wenxiu pouted.

"Haha, Wenxiu, you are different from them. You are my future wife. I believe you will help me keep my secret," Wei Yan narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a hint of mockery.

"Am I the real wife? Will your father look down on me?" The woman's observation point quickly moved elsewhere.

"Of course it's the real wife. I will make the decision of my wife. After I officially break through the second-rate, I will marry you," Wei Yan said warmly.

"Hmph, this is what you said, don't forget,"

"Haha, don't worry!".

Zhang Jing kept hanging behind him and did not take action. This place was too close to Weicheng. If something happened, it would be bad.

What he wants to do is to protect himself, and then do things!

It was almost dark, and Zhang Jing watched Wei Yan and the woman stay in the inn.

It seems that this accommodation is not only developed by Qingfeng Village, but there are no other people. This is the money delivered to the door, and who doesn’t like it?

late at night,

Zhang Jing lay on the roof of the inn, wanting to listen to the movements below so that he can do it directly after a while.

"Brother Yan, I'm a little cold," Tong Wenxiu said coquettishly.

Wei Yan frowned, "It's summer now and it's still cold."

"Oh, I really feel cold, it seems that there is wind in somewhere,"

"Aren't the windows hurrying? How could the wind be in?" Wei Yan was a little puzzled.

"Brother Yan, have you never heard of "Huang, learn, come, wind?" (I'm afraid I'll be blocked, just understand everyone!)

Zhang Jing…………

Wei Yan, who understood the meaning, smiled and walked towards Tong Wenxiu.........

An unbearable and intimate sound began to come from below, and Zhang Jing's frowns and his hair was heard.

I was really upset when I heard that the corner of the wall was so Zhang Jing jumped down from the building.

"Dongdongdongdongdong," a sound came from outside the question.

Wei Yan stopped his movements when he heard the sound coming and shouted outside: "Who is it?"

The tone is a bit impatient, which is normal. Who would be happy if someone was disturbed by others?

"Master, the shopkeeper asked me to give you something," his voice was a little green. This was the sound that Zhang Jing used his true energy to hold back his throat.

"No need, just put it outside the door," Wei Yan replied.

"No, this master, the shopkeeper's instructions must be delivered to the guests."

"It's really disappointing," Wei Yan cursed in a low voice.

"Oh, Brother Yan, go and go back quickly, otherwise they will feel cold again later," Tong Wenxiu said coquettishly.

"I understand," Wei Yan then pulled out his knife.

Wei Yan simply put on a layer of clothes and opened the door impatiently.

"Swoosh,"

A long knife passed through his chest, and Zhang Jing nailed Wei Yan to the wall without reducing his strength.

There was no accident or a big battle. The battle was solved easily.

It is reasonable and expected,

Zhang Jing's strength has reached the middle stage of the second-rate. If he has to fight a third-rate realm for 300 rounds, then aren't his big medicines going to be useless?

Wei Yan might want to say something, but Zhang Jing covered his mouth again and twisted his neck around, and Wei Yan drooped backwards.

This, the future heir of the Wei family, the third-rate top master, the eldest son of the Wei family, and the life-and-death enemy of Wei Zheng, died dramatically.

Zhang Jing did not sigh that it was a pity. He naturally had to help him with his money.

Tong Wenxiu, who was lying on the bed, heard some movement and wanted to get up to take a look. Before she could turn her head, a long blood-stained knife pressed against her throat.

Tong Wenxiu naturally understood what was going on. She didn't dare to yell but just closed her eyes immediately.

"Hero, don't kill me, the little girl didn't see anything," Tong Wenxiu's whole body was trembling, suddenly,

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff"

A series of farts came out,

Obviously, Tong Wenxiu was so scared that she couldn't help but be scared.

"Sher," Long Dao wiped Tong Wenxiu's neck, and blood slapped the bed.
Chapter completed!