The blade flew very quickly, so fast that it could not even see the outline of the blade.

Everyone couldn't help but sweat for Chen Wei. It would be too unprofitable if he was seriously injured or even lost his life because of watching a circus.

The actual situation is that the tip of the knife is only a short distance from Chen Wei's heart, almost close to the clothes, but it is clamped by Chen Wei with two fingers.

"This is OK?"

"I guess I've practiced Kung Fu?"

"Still handsome!"

...

Suddenly, because of Chen Wei's wonderful "performance", there was constant cheering.

Some people even doubt whether he and Su Yumeng were arranged by the circus?

Seeing the situation, the clown who threw the flying knife quickly ran down from the stage and said worriedly: "Sir, I'm very sorry, you are not injured, are you?"

"Do you really feel sorry? But why do I feel that you are disappointed?"

Hearing this, the clown was stunned and took the flying knife back, and raised his red lips, "Sir, really love to joke, how could I be disappointed? If something really happens to you, don't say that I can't keep my job, I will definitely be sent to prison."

"I'm just joking with you, don't be nervous, sorry, I thought you clowns are all good at joking," said Chen Wei.

"So that's it, sir, after the performance, I will apologize to you solemnly." After the clown said that, he strode forward and continued to perform.

"Brother, you probably weren't kidding when you said just now, right?" Su Yumeng's words rang in her ears.

Chen Wei turned his head to look at her with a surprised expression, "Why do you say that?"

"Intuition, and, if the knife is really bounced away, why would the wooden target make a sound of hitting a hard metal object?" Su Yumeng said his opinion.

"I didn't expect you to observe it very carefully." Chen Wei stopped smiling and picked up the teacup on the table and took a bite. "I think that guy should have inlaid iron blocks in the target in advance, then seized the opportunity, collided with the iron block with the knife, thereby changing the trajectory and flying towards me."

"I am aiming at the heart. It seems that guy, or there are many people here who want me to die." Chen Wei is actually not sure about this.

"Then we'd better leave quickly and call the police?" Su Yumeng suggested.

"Leaving now is equivalent to alerting the snake. Let's see what the situation is." Since these people came for him, it should not have much impact on Su Yumeng.

"Yeah." Su Yumeng nodded and agreed. She knew that the more dangerous the situation was, the more correct it was to listen to Chen Wei.

"Why did they kill you? Which enemy did you make?" Su Yumeng asked curiously.

"Not one, there are many, but not many people dare to kill me so blatantly." Chen Wei's most affirmative candidate was the Black Hand.

Huang Yan said that they had sent a large amount of manpower to wipe out the black hands in Daxia's lair in one fell swoop.

That's it, but it is not ruled out that there are fish that miss the net.

The clown on the stage who tried hard to make the audience laugh was probably one of the fish that missed the net.

At first glance, his performance is not a problem, but compared to others, there is still a gap. He is a kind of person who is temporarily cramming but has some talent.

The performance continued, but there was no problem with the subsequent performance.

Su Yumeng looked at the lion's fire circle and saw it very excitedly, as if she had forgotten about the killer.

Even like other audience members, they stood up and cheered for the white lion.

"Cough cough cough!" Chen Wei clenched his fist lightly, put it in front of his mouth, and coughed twice, hoping that Su Yumeng would calm down.

Su Yumeng froze for a moment, sat down, and smiled reluctantly with no confidence: "I'm just pretending to be more similar to it to avoid arousing the other party's suspicion."

Chen Wei didn't say anything. This girl's acting skills are not good, and it's okay to fool others. In front of Chen Wei, you can see through it at a glance.

good!

Due to Chen Wei, Su Yumeng could only cheer for the white lion in her heart.

After the circus performance, the sunset had already set halfway up the mountain.

Except for the flying knife, Chen Wei was not attacked afterwards.

But when he left the circus and walked towards the car, the clown suddenly caught up and stopped the two of them, without even taking off their makeup.

"Sir, please give me a chance to apologize to you." Chen Wei waved his hand when he saw the situation, and asked the maid who was about to walk up to retreat and hold his troops down first.

"How do you want to apologize? I'll treat you to a simple meal. I know there is a good restaurant nearby, so I apologize." The clown put his hands on both sides of the trousers and bowed deeply: "Please give me a chance, I really feel sorry for it."

This guy...has good acting skills.

It's a pity to be a killer.

"Since that's the case, Yumeng, you go back first and tell my elder sister and I won't go to have a meal." Chen Wei looked at Su Yumeng.

"Can……"

"It's nothing, but it's not easy for someone to work, so why do you have to come and have more pairs of chopsticks? You don't even listen to your words? Go back quickly." Chen Wei urged.

"Okay, then you... drink less alcohol and don't hurt your body." Su Yumeng originally wanted to say that Chen Wei would pay attention to safety, but in front of the clown, he was afraid that he would be exposed, so he had to change his words.

"Well, don't worry, I won't drink." Chen Wei promised.

Then his eyes turned to the clown, "Let's go?"

"Okay, my car is there, please come with me." The clown made a gesture of asking for help.

Chen Wei walked side by side with him.

You must be safe!

Su Yumeng looked at Chen Wei's back as he left, praying...

After getting in the car, Chen Wei asked, "How long have you been a clown?"

"Well, it's been two or three years." The clown thought for a while and replied.

"Two or three years, then you are considered an old actor." Chen Wei pretended to be an accident.

"I'm far from other real old actors." The clown replied modestly.

"How much does it cost per month for you to do this?" Chen Wei asked again.

"Not much, six or seven thousand, just barely make a living." The clown replied patiently.

Chen Wei no longer asks.

Seven or eight minutes later.

"It's a bit far away from here, why are you all coming to the suburbs?" Chen Wei's tone was calm.

"That was the store opened by an old couple here. Although it was a bit off, the taste was really good. I often came here to eat. Anyway, I drove and didn't walk, and I could also see the scenery." The clown smiled.

"This kind of life is really good." Chen Wei agreed.

Another four or five minutes passed.

The car parked in front of a yard, nothing could prove that it was a restaurant, and some were just a house.

"It's inside. The two old men thought it was troublesome, so they didn't get the sign." The clown led the way.

Chen Wei followed.

Open the door.

The clown made Chen Wei advanced.
Chapter completed!