"Why, you are also interested in antiques?" Song Yong asked with a smile, but she wondered in her heart. Does this woman also know that Zhang Tiezhu's tomb is a fairy repairer?

On hearing that, the red-haired woman's complexion suddenly sank, and she scolded, "I'll let you do it, so much nonsense!"

"Why is Qing Benjia a thief?" Song Yan's face added a touch of playfulness. The gun poses a small threat to the warrior, but to the innate warrior, the threat is not great. As for Song Yan, the pistol There is no threat at all. As long as he is willing, he can shoot down the pistols of the three men in minutes.

He deliberately pretended to be controlled, but he just wanted to tell them.

Hearing Song Yong's ridicule, the red-haired woman's face turned black: "Amin, give this boy a mouth so he doesn't talk in a mess!"

"Yes."

The man with a gun pointed at Song Huan's head smiled, and slapped him towards Song Huan's cheek.

"I wanted to talk to you more. Since you don't want to, I won't force it!"

As soon as the words fell, Song Yong shot suddenly.

The man only felt the flower in front of him, and the gun in his hand had changed hands. At the same time, he shot his chest with a palm, and then his body flew out like a kite with a broken wire. At the same time, two coins flew out. Fu Qingfeng and Han Dongshan shot almost in succession, and the man was also hit by a punch.

Turning the pistol in Song Yong ’s hand, the muzzle was aimed at the red-haired woman. He looked at the red-haired woman in a playful manner, and slowly said, “Now, let me ask, you answer, and your answer makes me satisfied. I let you go. I am dissatisfied and there will be penalties. What kind of penalties are there? I will study them after I ask them! "

The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and a little irritation flashed in her eyes: "What do you want to ask?"

"Tell me, who are you?"

The red-haired woman's eyes flashed with hesitation.

Song Yan said with a smile: "Don't consider it for too long, more than three seconds, I will be dissatisfied."

"I'm an antique merchant."

"Second question, do you know who's grave stolen by Zhang Tiezhu?"

"do not know."

"Third question, how much do you know about the antiques shot by Zhang Tiezhu?"

"not sure."

Song Yan's expression suddenly became cold: "Three questions are vague, let alone satisfy me. Do you think I'm joking with you?"

"boom!"

A bullet exploded under the red-haired woman's feet, and her subconscious body shuddered.

Immediately, the red-haired woman shouted angrily at Song Yan: "Song Yan, don't be too much!"

"Well, you actually know me!" Song Yan looked at her unexpectedly, then walked towards her.

The red-haired woman knows her words, and her face becomes very ugly.

"What do you want to do?" Looking at Song Yan who came to her, the red-haired woman stepped back subconsciously.

"Don't move, let me see what you look like?" While talking, Song Yong reached out and took off the sunglasses on the face of the red-haired woman. Suddenly, a charming and charming face appeared in front of him.

Song Yan couldn't help but feel a bright light, and nodded his head, "It's pretty! Why cover your face and make me think you're an ugly monster!"

"You are the ugly eight, and your whole family are all ugly eight!" The red-haired woman angered.

"Well, let's get back to business! How do you know me?" Song Yan stared at each other tightly.

Feeling Song Ye's gaze, the red-haired woman felt as if she was going to be seen through. She couldn't help but panic. Suddenly, her heart moved: "I've seen the news of the hijacking, so I know you."

Song Yan smiled: "Since you know the hijacking, you should know that among the terrorists killed by me, there are three congenital masters, and one of you is successful. How can you have the courage to hijack me? Or do you have any reliance and think I dare not kill you? "

Speaking of which, Song Yan's eyes suddenly sharpened, a powerful and **** scent enveloped the red-haired woman. Last night, the Fu family opened a killing ring and killed so many people. Naturally, Song Yan also had a **** smell on his body.

How can a red-haired woman withstand the oppression of Song Yan's momentum, her face became extremely pale at the moment, and she was frightened in her eyes. She stepped back and shouted, "You do n’t kill me, do n’t kill me, I It's Xiang Feifei's sister! "

"Sister Xiang Feifei? Are you from Xuannvmen?" Song Yan looked at the red-haired woman with a bit of surprise, and put away the momentum.

Feeling the momentum disappeared, the red-haired woman was weak and almost fell to the ground. She breathed a few breaths before she eased slightly, staring complexly at Song Yan. How did this boy grow so fast, how long has it reached Innate Master.

"Answer my question!" Song Yan asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, I am indeed from Xuannvmen."

"So have you traced any clues about Zhang Tiezhu?" Song Kun continued to ask.

"Some, but I won't tell you?" The red-haired woman sneered.

"Your life is in my hands, why don't you tell me?"

The red-haired woman said nervously, "Just because I'm Xiang Feifei's sister!"

"What are you doing to Feifei's sister?" Song Yan laughed.

"My family Feifei likes you, and you should also like her!" The red-haired woman stared at Song Yan tightly.

Song Yan smiled disdainfully: "As far as I know, your Xuannvmen's disciples can't be passionate about men. Once they are emotional, they will break power. I have long suspected that Feifei approached me. I did not expose her, but For the sake of your classmates, if you can't satisfy me, I don't mind killing you! "

"... You ...!" The red-haired woman was stunned.

But then she smiled proudly: "You only know one or the other. Our disciples of Xuannvmen really can't be passionate about men, but that is the premise of Xuannvjie breaking through to the sixth floor. On the sixth floor, there is no impact, and our family's Fifi is closing in on the sixth floor! "

"Don't tell Fifi something, I have nothing to do with her." Song Yan looked suddenly cold.

"Really? Would it be sad if Fifi heard you?" The red-haired woman smiled even more.

"Why is she sad or not? Why don't you challenge my patience?"

"It's better that we cooperate!" The red-haired woman suddenly offered.

"Don't you think your thoughts are whimsical?" Song Yan said angrily.

"Why not? Although I don't know the whereabouts of Zhang Tiezhu, I have investigated the approximate location of the tomb he stole. If you agree to cooperate with me and get thirty-seven points, I will tell you."

"Who is three and seven?" Song Yan asked.

"Of course I am seven you three!" The red-haired woman took for granted.

Song Zheng hesitated: "Okay, I can promise you, but it's me seven you three!"

"No, at most **!"

"I'm six you four?"

"You four!" The red-haired woman gritted her teeth.

"Well, maybe five or five, everyone will not suffer!" Song Yan thought for a while.

"Happy cooperation!" The red-haired woman smiled proudly.

[Author off topic]: Two more arrived.