Noble Lady's Ring

  Zhao Die said: "Gentleman Yan, I'm going to help Madam Yan with acupuncture next. You go out and wait."

  Understood clearly, backed out.

  Lin Dong handed a silver needle about ten centimeters long to Zhao Die.

  This silver needle, if it were to pierce his brain, would either kill him or leave him crippled. Zhao Die, you truly have a ruthless heart and cruel hands.

  "Director Yan, it will hurt a bit when I insert the needle later, you need to bear with it for a moment."

  "You're not the mistress of Yu Rendang at all." Yan Hong's right hand instantly grasped Zhao Die's wrist, "My eyes may be blind, but my ears aren't. From the moment you stepped in, I knew you weren't the mistress. Although I don't know anyone from Yu Rendang, I've never heard of any of them being skilled in martial arts. Your footsteps are light and agile, your breathing is long and steady. Hmph, today I'll make sure you have no way back."

  Zhao Die's pulse was blocked, and her whole body couldn't move. Sweat dripped from her forehead.

  Her voice remained calm: "Yan Yuanwai, I am indeed the wife of Yu Rendang. If you don't believe me, you can send your servants to bring Meng Taishi here."

  Meng Taigong is the shopkeeper of Yu Rendang.

  Lin Dong's heart was both astonished and admiring, could it be that Yan Hong intentionally scared her? As for Zhao Die, she was extremely calm, if it were herself, she would have definitely shown her hand.

  Yan Hong burst out laughing, revealing his extraordinary internal power, and said: "You know Meng Taizhen, that's good. Now I'll ask you, how many toes does Meng Taizhen have? If you answer correctly, don't blame me for killing someone."

  Lin Dong swallowed his saliva, Yan Hong was too terrifying, he wasn't someone who easily trusted others.

  "Eleven toes." Zhao Die said.

  Yan Hong's hand was no longer as terrifying as before, but he still said calmly: "It's very simple to prove whether you are a person from Yu Rendang. The one who attacked me this morning was a woman. Now, take off your clothes and if you're a man, I'll believe you."

  Lin Dong almost cursed when he heard this.

  Too damn experienced. People from the pugilistic world.

  "Alright, I'll take it off, but you let go first." Zhao Die said.

  "No, I'll take it off myself, what are you afraid of if you're a man?"

  At the critical moment, he rushed in suddenly and severely.

  "Dad, don't kill Zhao Die." Yan Lie went out and thought about it more and more, because the eyes of that Taifu were too similar to those of his new bride.

  He hesitated for a long time and finally decided to come back.

  No matter how good a person's makeup is, it can't change their eyes.

  Especially those autumn water-like eyes.

  "You're indeed a woman, I'll kill you." Yan Hong immediately raised his poisonous hand.

  Lin Dong moved at this time. Apart from his escape skills being top-notch, everything else was amateurish. He held a few silver needles in his hand and threw them out like Little Li's flying knives.

  Yan Hong's ears were extremely sensitive, and with a flick of his wrist, Zhao Die's body was used as a shield.

  The three silver needles shot out by Lin Dong all hit Zhao Die's body.

  Fortunately, this guy's strength was very small, and Zhao Die didn't suffer any internal injuries.

  Lin Dong was extremely clever and had already known that the Silver Needle couldn't kill Yan Hong, so after Yan Lie entered, he had an idea.

  Yan Yue was a bookworm with no martial arts skills and was no match for Lin Dong.

  "Let Zhao Die go, otherwise I'll kill your son." Lin Dong's usual calm and collected demeanor was nowhere to be found as he resorted to making threats for the first time.

  Yan Hongdao: "Let my son go, and I'll let you leave the Yan family."

  Zhao Die ordered: "Lin Dong, kill Yan Lie."

  A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes were desolate.

  "I'll let Zhao Die go, you immediately release Yan Lie." Yan Hong loosened his grip on the vital points of Zhao Die.

  Lin Dong's ears perked up as he heard the system amplify his voice, and with a fierce glint in his eye, he stabbed the silver needle into his neck, not using his full strength.

  He let out a loud, anguished cry.

  "Don't kill my son." Yan Hong lost his calm at this moment.

  "Go to hell." Zhao Die seized the fleeting opportunity, and the silver needle in her hand stabbed into Yan Hong's skull.

  Yan Hong's pupils dilated, he let out a loud roar, and with a fierce push of his hands, Zhao Die dodged too late and felt her entire body go limp, crashing to the ground with a thud.

  "Dad, Zhao Die." Yan Lie also didn't know where he got the strength to struggle free from Lin Dong's grip on his neck.

  Yan Hong stood there straight and still, his face expressionless, his eyes seemed to see something, but only exhaled air.

  He tightly hugged Zhao Die, who had a mouthful of fresh blood, his painful expression making his eyes deep red.

  "Why? Why is it like this?"

  "I'm sorry, it's strict, but I have to do this."

  She clutched Zhao Die tightly and burst into heart-wrenching sobs. The next second, Zhao Die felt a chill in his abdomen, and an icy coldness spread throughout his body.

  Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen and found herself stabbed by a dagger.

  Lin Dong's mind was a bit dizzy and he hadn't reacted yet, but Yan Lie's eyes were resolute: "We can't be husband and wife in the mortal world, so let's go to the underworld." He stabbed himself in the heart with his hand.

  Wang had just taken a step forward when all the people and rooms in front of him suddenly disappeared, and the next second he returned to his original place.

  "Congratulations on completing the task given to you by the system." This time, it was not Huang Jiaju who spoke to him, but a foreigner wearing Manchester United's No. 7 jersey, with a pair of deep blue eyes and holding a bottle of Vodka in his right hand.

  Best, Manchester United's greatest No. 7 jersey.

  Lin Dong is considered half a Manchester United fan, so he still knows about this Beist.

  Who else is there in this ring? The singing Wong Ka Kui, the footballer Becham, and the richest man Tong Xiang. It's a complete sweep, I'm afraid there won't be any ancient celebrities like Zhuge Liang or something.

  Lin Dong completed his task, but he didn't expect the ending to be like this. He was the indirect murderer of Yan Hong.

  Bai Si Te sipped his vodka and glanced at Lin Dong with a smile: "May I ask what your wish is?"

  Lin Dong thought for three whole seconds, then grinned brightly: "I want to become a rich man, or win the lottery. Five million would be enough, I'm not greedy, right?"

  No one is willing to get by without money, he's no saint, he needs money, and with money, many things can be done.

  "Five million in lottery? Oh no, this won't do. This ring will only make you a rich man for two hours at most. The ring doesn't help you accumulate wealth; that's something you have to earn yourself."

  Lin Dong felt like he had been deceived: "Can't even get 5 million? What kind of wish ring is this? It's clearly a scam, Tang Xiao didn't say it was like this at first."

  "Simply put, this is a ring that mainly teaches you how to pick up girls. The rest of your wishes may depend on yourself."

  Lin Dong didn't notice the two words "possible", he said word by word: "No money, I'm screwed." Angry, angry to the point of nosebleeds, was suddenly calmed down by Tang Xiao.

  "No money can be earned by going to work, as long as you have a brain, you can earn money. If you really want to make two hours of rich people, I can fulfill your wish."

  Lin shook his head. It had only been two hours, and after those two hours, wouldn't everything be exposed? He wasn't so bored that he would spend two hours with a rich man for no reason.