Urban Omnipotent Son-in-law

Mo Nan suddenly shook his head. Then, he crazily flung the porcelain bottle in his hand.    

"I have thought about it. You should die..."    

Sun Tu's face immediately turned grey. However, in the next second, the pain that was akin to ten thousand ants devouring his heart came from his body, causing him to be unable to care about anything.    

"Me!"    

Gritting his teeth, Sun Tu's eyes turned red. He was prepared to risk his life to not let Mo Nan, who was beside him, have a good time. But after raising his palm, for some reason, he withdrew his hand, pushed open the car door, and ran down.    

"Ah!"    

No one could bear the taste of his internal organs being eaten. Sun Tu roared outside the car in a frenzy.    

On the other hand, Mo Nan acted as if nothing had happened. He looked at the porcelain bottle in his hand and smacked his lips.    

"The real thing is quite useful."    

At the same time, Yang Zifong, who knew him quite well, jumped back from the front row and scolded.    

"Enough!"    

"If you keep shaking him, he will really die. When the time comes, you will regret it..."    

Mo Nan, who was having fun, was stunned. He then looked outside the car and found that Sun Tu's roar had stopped at some point. At this moment, he was lying on the ground, exhausted. His body was twitching. He could only see that he was out of the car.    

"What the f * ck!"    

Mo Nan felt as if he had gotten out of the car. He felt pain in his legs. He remembered that he could not move his legs now. He could not help but look at Yang Zifong for help.    

"Old man, quickly lift him up."    

"Son of a b * tch. He is a warrior. He should not be so weak, right?"    

Weak?    

Yang Zifong rolled his eyes as he got out of the car. The name of the mother and son Gu was called for nothing. How uncomfortable was that feeling? Why don't you give it a try?    

What kind of sin did poor people commit to take in a disciple like you...    

Yang Zifong thought tiredly. After getting out of the car, he carried the fallen Sun Tu back to the car. Mo Nan quickly took out a silver needle from his pocket.    

"It's good for you. I didn't even have time to treat myself."    

He complained, but his hands were not slow. Clearly, he was worried that Sun Tu was done for.    

He had wanted to test Sun Tu just now. After all, he had gotten such a powerful fighter for no reason. How could he not be tempted?    

Under his treatment, not long after, Sun Tu opened his eyes again. He saw Mo Nan by his side treat him and move his mouth.    

"You?"    

"You what you are." Mo Nan glared at him.    

"I'm kind enough to let you go," he said.    

"But remember, in the future, if you dare to say that Bingqing and the others are not, or do something that betrays me," Mo Nan said. He picked up the bottle in his hand and shook it again.    

Sun Tu was so scared that he lost his soul. That feeling of living a life worse than death. He didn't want to experience it for the second time in his life.    

Supporting his weak body, he understood what Mo Nan meant. He quickly stood up from his seat. The shorter ones were better than the shorter ones. In the narrow space inside the car, he could even stand on the seat and kneel down.    

"Sun Tu, greetings, young master!"    

...    

Two days later.    

The heavens above.    

Mo Nan swore that he really didn't expect that something like this would happen before he left Modu, causing his departure to be delayed once again.    

However, it was fortunate that his legs weren't as serious as he had imagined.    

He was even dragged to the hospital by Wushuang and Fu Yuxia for a check-up. Even the orthopedist who had seen him three times in a short period of time sighed with emotion.    

"Doctor Mo, this is the lightest injury you have suffered recently. Can I ask? What exactly are you doing?"    

"Security."    

Mo Nan smiled.    

Security?    

The doctor was shocked.    

Do you have such amazing medical skills to be a security guard?    

Besides, what kind of security guard is injured at a higher frequency than you...    

After coming back from the hospital, An Xin had to lie at home for two days before he could barely walk on the ground, even though he definitely didn't need to think about running or jumping.    

During this time, he was afraid that Sun Tu would scare Wushuang and the others, so Mo Nan didn't let him go home with them. Instead, he rented an apartment nearby for him to live in.    

Sun Tu was a little surprised. He did not expect that the first order Mo Nan gave him was to rest well for a few days. This was clearly a very normal request, but it actually moved him for a long time. ...    

It could only be said that after the shaking of the bottle incident, a certain someone was no different from a devil in his heart.    

And he quickly accepted his current life and identity. The reason was very simple. Yang Zifong secretly taught him a true underground escape technique.    

old rascal did not know about this. Otherwise, he would have wanted to learn it as well.    

Two days later, Yang Zifong was ready to leave.    

Wushuang Ji'nv reluctantly sent him to the door and kept saying that she would visit him if she had the chance. This made Yang Zifong feel excited for the first time that he had a disciple.    

On the other hand, Mo Nan slapped him back to reality.    

"Yang, are you ready to leave now? If you don't stay for a few more days..."    

"Alright, that's what I meant."    

Mo Nan, who was just being polite, immediately became anxious. He quickly stood in front of the door and smiled coyly.    

"Hey, I know you have a lot of work to do every day. You don't have the time to take care of me all the time. We're all on the same side. " You don't have to be polite with me. "    

"How can I be polite?    

Yang Zifong blinked.    

He glanced at Elder Ling's daughter, who was standing at the door. He immediately understood what was going on and said angrily,    

"Are you trying to get in my way? Are you afraid that I will scold you when you do something good?"    

"Hmph, forget it. In any case, you have to know in your heart that there's a knife on the head of the word 'Color'..."    

"I know!"    

Mo Nan agreed impatiently.    

Although he sounded impatient, he still sent Yang Zifong to the entrance of the villa.    

When he arrived at the door, he moved his lips and asked,    

"Yang, what are you going to do next?"    

"I'm going to the headquarters of Blood God Hall." "We are old men, but you are being bullied. We can't just stand by and watch."    

"Haha."    

Mo Nan scratched his head in embarrassment. He bowed to Yang Zifong seriously and said, "Thank you, Master."    

Then, he stood up straight and said shamelessly, "Thank you, Master.    

"Don't worry. You are the ones protecting me now. But when I am powerful, it will be my turn to protect you one day!"    

I swear.    

He silently added three words in his heart.    

Yang Zifong did not take it seriously. It was true that someone had sworn to drink cold water. The old man, whose hair and beard were all white, patted Mo Nan's shoulder in amusement.    

"Forget it. Our only wish is for you to be safe and sound."    

"You don't have to think about anything else. Leave it to us."    

After he finished speaking, he opened his mouth as if he was considering whether he should take this opportunity to say something. After all, he could feel that this little bastard was already walking further and further away on the dangerous road.    

"Forget it, fate is determined by the heavens. Why should I force it?"    

In the end, Yang Zifong just smiled faintly. After the carriage arrived, he waved his hand and left.