Young marshal?

The youngest general in China.

The legend of living.

Looking at China, who doesn’t know?

Not only China, but also in the world, the myth of the Kitano Military Region.

"impossible!"

"He is just a son-in-law, how could he be the young marshal?

Feng Wencai was frightened and felt as if a thunder thunder was slamming in his mind, buzzing constantly.

He knew that Xiao Lin was the big boss behind Lingxiao International, which was already terrifying enough, and he didn't expect that he was the legendary young marshal and the world's general.

What Feng Wencai didn't understand even more was why this Jiang Xing was willing to marry into Feng Chengcheng's family.

The remaining three killers also froze their faces, and they couldn't believe what they heard, as if they had hallucinations.

"Devil King, you must have made a mistake. He is just a son-in-law!"

Feng Wencai trembled at the Demon King: "Kill him, kill him..."

However, the Demon King's expression was pale and bloodless, and there was a sense of fear in his eyes.

He shouted, "You are right. He will not be the young coach. It will not be such a coincidence. Hahaha~ I am fooling me, do you think I will be fooled by you so easily?"

As he said that, the devil took a big stroll, the strong wind whistled, the military spear in his hand was very special, and there were three ditches on it, which were specially used for bloodletting.

"I want to see if you are that person!"

Dong!

After saying that, the Demon King stepped forward and rushed out immediately. The army pierced the air, and the speed was very fast.

Xiao Lin stood there and did not move, as if he was waiting to die.

A ferocious look flashed in the devil's eyes. Xiao Lin was waiting for death, but he didn't mind the result of Xiao Lin.

Suddenly, the devil's military spear was a little faster and pulled out a series of residual lights. However, when he saw that he was about to penetrate Xiao Lin's throat, Xiao Lin moved.

There was no fancy, and a broken knife appeared in his hand.

This broken knife is the killers of the Central Mansion.

Quick, accurate and ruthless.

Later, he raised his sword and fell. The devil's arm holding the military spear flew into the air, blood falling like rain. The devil screamed and covered the wound as big as a bowl on his right shoulder with his left hand.

"With your skills, there are many people who are better than you in my Chinese land!"

The short knife in Xiao Lin dragged the ground and walked towards the devil.

The devil felt that he had been shrouded in terrifying murderous intent.

Feng Wencai next to him was trembling and was completely scared. Everything in front of him was just a fucking nightmare for him.

"You are indeed the young marshal. I was actually trapped here. I'm not willing!"

puff!

As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon King's head flew up, blood splattered Feng Wenxuan's face, and Feng Wenxuan went completely crazy.

"Don't come over, don't come over. All of this was Feng Wenxuan's idea. He asked me to kill you. If you want to find him, go find him!"

Feng Wencai roared. It was not until the moment death came that he knew how afraid of death was.

"You are my wife's third uncle. If you kill you, I'm afraid my wife will be unhappy!"

Xiao Lin let out a faint voice.

"Yes, yes, we are all a family. Today's incident is just an accident. I will never dare to do it in the future. I just want you to surround my life!"

thump!

Feng Wencai's legs became weak and he knelt at Xiao Lin's feet, so humble and so unbearable.

However, how could Xiao Lin let Feng Wencai go easily? One of Feng Wencai's arm was cut off by him and fainted from the pain on the spot.

"Run!"
Chapter completed!