Dressed As the Younger Brother of Four Pet Sisters and Crazy Demons

After Jiang Lu exited the Lianmai mode, the entire portrait lost its strength, its tense back softened, and it slumped in the back row of the car seat.

"Master, are you okay?"

The driver saw his pale face through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but worry.

Jiang Lu's thin lips were abnormally white, without a trace of blood. He closed his eyes slightly, and the center of his eyebrows was stained with a few traces of fatigue:

"fine."

He raised his right hand and rubbed the space between his eyebrows, trying to relieve his headache.

Close your eyes, your mind is full of the bloody killing scene just now.

The splashed blood and flesh foam spread all over the floor, and the men in black were lying on the ground one by one, staring at him with vicious and dark eyes, as if they were going to cut him into pieces, and took him with them. Let's go down to the eternal hell together.

There was a white bandage wrapped around his left arm. At this moment, the bright red blood had already stained the white bandage, which looked a little scary.

"Doctor... The doctor said that you should rest for a while, especially the injured arm, and you can't use it frequently."

The driver caught a glimpse of his open wound and bit the bullet to persuade him.

The young master just bandaged the wound and left the hospital, but he didn't expect that the other party opened the game in front of the computer as soon as he got in the car, as if he had participated in some competition...

"How is grandpa?"

Jiang Wan didn't answer the question instead.

The driver tells all the information he knows:

"Everything is fine, master. Nothing happened. He is waiting for you to go back in the old house."

Tonight, the Jiang family experienced a huge change. The group of wolfish and ambitious people in the branch finally couldn't bear their murderous intentions, and found hired, hired, and soldiers who wanted money and life to attack Jiang Lu.

"Master, when you go out recently, you should bring some people with you. I'm afraid they will continue to kill you..."

Money can turn ghosts around. Faced with millions, tens of millions, or hundreds of millions, that group of people may not be tempted, but when the number becomes hundreds of billions, that group of people can't help it.

Mr. Jiang is over seventy years old, with almost half of his leg in the coffin, and Jiang Wang is the only heir to a family property worth hundreds of billions. As long as he dies, people from other branches will have a fair reason to share this wealth.

Tonight, that group of people arranged for killers to chase and intercept the young master while he was going out, intending to kill and throw the corpse halfway.

"En." Jiang Wang didn't refuse.

He won't give up any property that should belong to his Jiang family.

The car drove all the way to the old house.

The live broadcast on the computer continued, and the boy's crisp voice continued to echo in the car.

"Made, what's the matter with this teammate? Just give the opponent a head?"

"I knew I couldn't play 4v4, and solo queue was more suitable for me!"

"Hey, hey, don't move on the 3rd! I'm talking about you! Stop it for me! Stop it!! Damn it, you're dead?!"

"I said don't move if you don't know how to play, don't move, I'm speaking Chinese, don't you understand!"

It seems that he encountered an unreliable teammate, and the boy's tone gradually became irritable.

The corners of Jiang Wan's mouth hooked slightly, revealing an invisible smile.

It's rare to see him so irritable, presumably because the teammates he met were too weird.

"Master, it's time to get off the bus, the master is still waiting for you." The driver urged.

Long time no see, his young master actually laughed when he listened to a male anchor's live broadcast? ! !

"Ok."

Jiang Wang turned off the live broadcast, and then walked towards the old house.