Jiang Yan captured the greed that appeared in the uncle's eyes.

In Jiang Yan's perception, this guy is just an ordinary person. Even if he is underage, the other party cannot pose any threat to him.

After thinking about it, Jiang Yan felt that he had nothing to be missed by such people. He had no money, did not look like a rich man, and the two sides had no hatred. This was even the second time he met.

Then, the answer is not difficult to think.

Jiang Yan's little face showed a boring look and asked faintly: "Human trafficker?"

The uncle in gray who was about to lean over was stunned when he heard this, then showed a disdainful smile: "Little kid, are you quite smart? But what if you know? This place is already far from the street

, Even if you call for help loudly, you won’t attract anyone else!”

The uncle rubbed his hands and pulled out a hemp rope from his pocket: "If you don't want to suffer, don't move around obediently! Uncle, I see that you are a little thin and look not very good. You must have lived a bad life before.

Well? Why don’t you find a good place for you, uncle. If you don’t say anything else, your face is very popular in the eyes of those rich ladies. After you go there, you don’t have to worry about food and clothing...uh?"

The expression on his face suddenly froze while opening the rope to Jiang Yan.

Because, a black muzzle was aimed straight at his chest. Behind the muzzle, Jiang Yan's cold eyes that seemed to look at a dead person, also made the gray-clothed uncle involuntarily feel a chill in his heart.

...Damn, pistol?!

The pure white gun body, the streamlined cold and hard lines, the little fingers that were pulling on the trigger, and the chill that emerged in my heart all calmed down the gray-clothed uncle's brain stimulated by greed.

"Uh, little brother, if you have something to say, I think this may be a misunderstanding..." The uncle in gray who knew that the guns and cannons had just become timid, mainly because Jiang Yan's eyes didn't look like a joke at all at this moment.

That was completely a cold look at the dead, and there seemed to be a faint silver-white cold light flowing inside. You could even feel the substantial pressure when looking at each other.

Being stared at such a look, the gray-clothed uncle could not bear it. He also realized that this little kid was definitely not an ordinary child!

Seeing the other party surrender, Jiang Yan smiled secretly in his heart. He just used his spiritual power to the position of his eyes, and let his eyes be accompanied by a little bit of weak pressure spreading from the spiritual power. This has been a professional practice.

This is nothing to say about the elves of the elves, but the effect is very obvious when used on ordinary people.

Although there is no substantial lethality, it is enough to scare ordinary people who have no vision.

At least, the other party was shocked at this time and had no intention of confirming whether the "gun" in Jiang Yan's hand was real.

"Do you misunderstand? I don't think so." Jiang Yan did not intend to kill the other party because of this, but it is still necessary to punish him a little.

More importantly, he found that this seemed to be a good opportunity to make money.

"My time is very precious, uncle, you delayed it now, do you know how much was wasted?!" The silver-white aura in Jiang Yan's eyes became even stronger. He kept pointing at the uncle in gray.

Position, stretched out his other hand and waved: "So, pay a loss fee!"

"Loss, loss expenses?"

"Yes, the loss fee! But, you don't look like a very rich person, so I'll just be kind, just twenty silver coins!"

Just so happens that my master is very poor now. Seeing this uncle is not a good person, he will not have any psychological burden when he grabs it.

"Twenty silver coins?" The gray-clothed uncle twitched his eyes, feeling a little embarrassed. Even a free citizen in the empire had only about five silver coins per month. This little devil really dared to speak!

"Don't want to mess with each other?" Jiang Yan could tell at a glance that the other party was just feeling distressed, not that he couldn't afford to mess with each other.

It seems that the oppression is not enough, so you really need to give some substantial lessons.

Just as Jiang Yan was about to pull the trigger, he suddenly frowned slightly and stopped the movements in his hand.

The next moment, a heavy footstep gradually came from the depths of the alley, and at the same time, the voice of a man with a sharp voice came over.

"Old Pique, what are you doing?"

The uncle in gray was shocked when he heard this, and quickly turned to look at the visitor: "Uh, Mr. Mitt?!"

A tall and strong man wearing a dark brown coat similar to Old Pique's gray windbreaker, walked over in shiny black leather shoes. His pair of sharp eyes fell on Old Pique's body, stabbing him involuntarily.

A shudder.

"The agreed time has passed long ago. What are you going to be here?"

"Sorry, Mr. Mitt, I just..." Old Pique's face showed panic and looked up at Jiang Yan.

"Oh..." It seemed that he had noticed that Jiang Yan was still there at this time. Mit glanced over and his eyes stopped on the white pistol in Jiang Yan's hand, and his eyes narrowed.

Then, suddenly sneered.

"Old Pique, although I don't know what you were doing just now, are you really confused? He was actually scared by a little ghost head with a plastic toy gun?"

"Uh, no, I..." Old Pique hurriedly defended, but suddenly reacted: "Hey? Wait! This gun... a plastic toy?"

Yes, after a few more careful observations, the pistol in Jiang Yan's hand was obviously different from normal guns. First of all, its material does not seem to be metal, and it does not have the reflective shape of a metal shell.

The signs look the same as those made of ceramic plastics.

Secondly, the style does not seem to look like a normal pistol. At least, there is no connection to disassembly and assembly parts, and there is not even a gap. It is like it is poured directly with a mold!

Where can I find such a gun? If it cannot be removed, how can I maintain it?

"Damn, you actually dare to lie to me with a toy gun?!"

Jiang Yan raised his eyes and looked at the man who had disrupted his coercion as soon as he came, and also interrupted his chance to quarrel. He grinned and suddenly turned the gun on his hand and pointed it at this one.

'Mr. Mitt'.

"Oh...? You're so brave, little ghost, do you think I'm as stupid as Old Pique?" Mitt pulled a hideous sneer on his lips, looked up and down at Jiang Yan, and then suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"So that's it, it's a good cargo. No wonder Old Pique is late."

Jiang Yan did not speak, but adjusted the muzzle, pointed it at Mitt's thigh, and then pulled the trigger directly.

With a subtle muffled sound, a transparent water bullet about the size of a little finger sprayed out from the muzzle in his hand. Although the flight speed of this water bullet is not as good as that of a real gun.

The warhead is enough to compare with weapons such as bows and crossbows.

"Hahahaha...!! Old Pique, look, it's just a toy water gun!" Mitt's face showed a laughing look, and he laughed loudly, allowing Jiang Yan to shoot the water projectile

Hit his own thigh: "You're still... um ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"

Then, his originally unscrupulous ridicule suddenly turned into a shrill scream the next moment, and his legs fell to the ground.

A trace of light white smoke was rising from his thighs with a "hissing...", making a shocking sound of corrosion. The place where the water bomb hit, its black suit trousers had been broken.

A hole as big as a bowl, the bloody wound that seemed to be dissolved was present inside. The red and white muscle fragments were clearly visible, and wisps of blood directly overflowed from the wound, bringing the floor of the alley to the floor.

A pool of dazzling blood was dyed.

"Gumaaaaa...!! My legs!" Mit subconsciously reached out to cover his severely painful wound, and then the next second he quickly pulled his palm back like an electric shock, screaming even more shrill:

"Ah—! My hands, hands ahhhh..."

I saw that the palm of his open palm was slowly dissolving at this moment, his skin ulcerated and blood emerged!

"This, this is...?!" Old Pique next to him looked at the miserable scene of his companion, and couldn't help but tremble with chills. He looked at Jiang Yan again, especially the white pistol in his hand.

When he was shaking slightly as if pointing at his muzzle, his legs softened and collapsed onto the ground.

"Indeed, this power can only be regarded as a toy gun at most." Jiang Yan shook his hand, and a sneer that looked exactly like Mite just now appeared on his face: "But if it hits someone, it's okay to use it to kill people.

Oh! Old Pique, do you want to try it too?"

"No, wait, spare me..." Old Pique exclaimed in surprise when he saw the gun that was completely aimed at him.

However, his shouting was interrupted before it lasted for a long time.

"Gumaaaa... you dare...? Little devil, you dare...?!" Mit's extremely ferocious roar rose as if he wanted to choose someone to eat.

"Stinky little guy!" The effect of the corrosive water bomb has reached its end at this time. His wounds finally stopped deepening, and he was able to get a breath. At this time, he suddenly looked up and looked at Jiang Yan fiercely and shouted: "

Go to die for me—!! Come out, Pat!!”

Aowoo—!!!

A beast roar that was as sharp as Mit's voice sounded, and then, a layer of light green spiritual dust appeared on Mit's body, which quickly gathered in front of him.

It transformed into a black wolf beast that was the size of an ordinary wolf dog.

"Sure enough, are there any contract elf?" Jiang Yan looked at this scene, but there was no surprise, because as early as the moment he first met, he had already noticed that the spirit power fluctuations belonging to the elf were on Mit.

traces.

However, Jiang Yan didn't care too much, because the elf gave him the feeling that it was too weak.

Sure enough, after seeing the real thing, Jiang Yan was convinced that, whether it was its characteristics or the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted on his body, he told Jiang Yan that Mite's contract elf was just a "soldier level".

It's just a "mortal level" miscellaneous fish that has arrived.

Well, like his little slime, they are all mortal fish elfs.

"And, I have never shown signs of practicing elf art, and the spiritual power on my body basically belongs to that little black wolf? It seems that you are just an outsider who has made a skill to establish a blood contract with the elf with the elf?"

After glanced at Mit, who was lying on the ground, he saw that the wound caused by the corroded water bomb had gradually stopped bleeding. A layer of light green inspiration was flowing in the depths of the wound. Jiang Yan smiled indifferently.

This kind of layman who doesn't even know the use of spiritual power system, even if he gives him a soldier-level elf, Jiang Yan is confident and defeated without any harm.

"Stop looking down on people, little devil!" Mit's anger doubled by Jiang Yan's contemptuous look, and he shouted at his little black wolf: "Part, tear this little devil apart for me! Even if you treat him as a

It doesn’t matter if the food ration is too much. I want this little guy to wail and die in endless pain!!”

The plan to catch Jiang Yan and make money that he had originally thought of was left behind by Mit at this moment. Now he just wanted to take revenge on the little devil who made him taste this unprecedented pain.

"Aowu!!" Xiao Heilang shouted excitedly when he heard this, then lowered his body, and his dark green wolf eyes stared at Jiang Yan.
To be continued...