Waiting is hard to bear and it is also the most test of people's psychological quality.

The cold sweat on his head and face, and the night wind blew, the clothes were cold and cold to the bones.

But Yang Sanmao forced himself to do so, and he believed that his words would definitely impress the young man.

Young means impulsiveness and a strong curiosity. Especially those in Qimen have a strong sense of curiosity and possession of various real instruments, yang instruments, yin instruments, and even underworld instruments. It does not depend on age. The older people are, the more greedy they are. Although young people are a little tender, they cannot escape this category. This is determined by industry habits. In many cases, they are not transferred by personal will.

To put it bluntly, when you see a treasure, the sudden desire cannot control your heart, and the heart cannot control your heart. You want to see it when you hear it, and you want to get it further when you see it, so that you can be completely at ease. He is such a person, and I believe that the young people in front of you are no exception.

"How is it, young people, is it difficult to make a decision?"

The night wind rustled around and the leaves rustled. After waiting for a few minutes, Yang Sanmao stood up a little unbearable. After all, he was old and his body was very fragile. He was knocked to death just now, and half of his life was lost. Unbearable, he began to carefully test with words and stir up his tongue.

"I am just an old man in his twilight years. Even if you let me go, an old disabled person like me will not be alive for a few years. Why bother? Let me tell you where the things are, take things and leave. From now on, you walk your way, I cross my bridge, and everyone is well. Why do you have to do things? Besides, your friend has been rescued by you. Even if you kill me now, what can you do? Can you show your super-powerful means? Can you easily crack my skills and must be from a master's disciple. Killing a person like me will not increase prestige, but will also dirty your hands. Why not just forget it, how about it?"

Tang Ning in the dark finally reacted, and he sneered and said, "You are an old man, you can hear it in words and outside, and you are very good at speaking. Yes, I am very interested in your proposal. OK, the deal is reached. Where is the thing?"

Yang Sanmao couldn't help but feel ecstasy, and a ferocious look flashed on his face, and a cruel gaze burst out from his eyes.

"The thing is..." Before he could finish his words, his body was standing well. Somehow, suddenly his feet slipped, and his whole body fell backwards on the weed grave. He struggled for a long time but didn't get up. He grinned and said, "...hiss... young man, please come and help me. I'm old, my legs are very crisp, and I can't stand it if I stand for a while. This person is useless when I get old, it's better for you young people..."

Tang Ning was slightly stunned, but soon walked over as he said, leaning over to grab his arm, just about to pull him up.

But at this moment, Yang Sanmao's head suddenly lowered, and at the same time, a very slight crisp sound came from the collar of his neck. Wow, a sharp object with extremely fast speed and bone-accented cold air shot straight to Tang Ning's face.

First, the two were only one foot apart, which could be said to be close to each other. Second, the attack was too sudden and extremely fast, so fast that it was too fast to react.

Yang Sanmao's face with towering cheekbones that were down, was full of a hideous and vicious smile.

The "Queen Bee Needle" is the most proud and last way to save his life in his life. He will never be exposed before he has to do so. Because he must have a close-range surprise attack to receive unexpected effects, he was caught off guard and believed that no one could avoid this attack.

After the "Queen Bee Needle" was originally black after being poisoned, it was as thin as a sewing needle. It was launched by the exquisite mechanical sash hidden behind it, and now it was a dark night without seeing the fingers. It was so close that he believed that the annoying young man around him was dead.

"Hehe, it's still too tender! If you want to kill someone, kill them, you're so happy. Where did you come from so much nonsense? If you dare to interfere with the third master's affairs, boy, don't blame me if you go to hell, you're asking for it yourself! Haha...uh..." The smug laughter didn't come far, and suddenly it looked like a duck pinched his neck. The voice stopped abruptly, and then his eyes were frightened. Yang Sanmao, who was still proud just now, was no longer possessed.

Because he found that his body was still moving. What was so bad was that it was not that he wanted to move. It was because someone forced him to move. His thin body was lifted up vigorously. His elbow was twisted behind his back, and his head was pressed hard on the cold tombstone by a big hand. His nose and face were squeezed on the cold and rough granite monument.
Chapter completed!