Chapter 668 Luo Fengtang is jealous (second update)
Mu Zichuan snapped his fingers.
“Here comes the problem!”
“What problem?” asked the thief.
Mu Zichuan said: “When you say ‘I want to kill you’, the ‘I’ is you.”
"And when I say 'you want to kill me', the 'I' is me."
"This means that you are me, and I am you!"
>"What?"
The thief was a little crazy.
Behind the black mask, the eyes were moving, as if the brain was short-circuited.
"No, how could I be you?" the thief said in confusion.
Mu Zichuan said: "The person you want to kill and kidnap is actually yourself!"
"Think about your family, your wife and children. It's late at night, they are here Waiting for you to go home! Put down the dagger and give yourself a way to survive..."
"My wife and children..."
In the thief's confused eyes, because of this word, Something complicated flashed through.
The hand holding the dagger also dropped a bit.
Mu Zichuan suddenly pushed the thief and shouted: "Tang Yazi, why are you still standing there, help me!"
While he was massaging the thief, Luo Fengtang had already targeted the opportunity.
A tiger pounced and kicked the thief to the ground.
The dagger fell at his feet and was kicked away by Luo Fengtang.
By the time the thief came to his senses, Luo Fengtang's iron hand had tightened his throat, making him unable to move.
Here, Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan, unable to say a word for a long time.
"Is this...is this okay?" she murmured.
The thief was originally very vigilant.
It was because of the tongue twisters of this kid Mu Zichuan that he was tricked into it.
He was distracted and was caught.
See Yang Ruoqing's surprise in her eyes.
Mu Zichuan shook his black hair and put his hands behind his back: "Knowledge is power."
"From now on, we can no longer say that Baiwu is a scholar!" He road.
Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly.
"No problem, you won't be a waste from now on!" she said.
Muzichuan’s head was covered with black lines.
Over there, Luo Fengtang's voice came.
"Qing'er, I found it, he really stole it!" he said.
Yang Ruoqing came over quickly.
He took the land contract handed over by Luo Fengtang.
Then, he raised his foot and kicked the thief on the ground several times.
"Tell me, who sent you?" she asked.
The thief lying on the ground, his black mask had been torn off by Luo Fengtang.
He is an unfamiliar middle-aged man.
His facial features were not as sinister as she imagined.
On the contrary, he has a Chinese-character face, a beard, and an aura of awe between his eyebrows.
"They say that love comes from the heart. Doesn't this brother look like a bad guy?"
Mu Zichuan also came over and looked at the person who hijacked him, surprised. Heretic.
Luo Fengtang rolled his eyes at Mu Zichuan: "Bad people will not write the word 'bad guy' on their faces."
Mu Zichuan snorted and shrank back.
Here, Yang Ruoqing slapped the thief in the face again.
"What is my aunt asking you? Who sent you here? Is it Mr. Li?" she asked again.
The thief stared at Yang Ruoqing with cold eyes.
“Kill or behead him as he pleases. If you want me to surrender someone, there’s no way!” he said.
"Oh, your bones are pretty hard, right? Well, I'll help you, grandma, and let you see which one is harder, your bones or my knife!"
Yang Ruoqing said, and then ordered Luo Fengtang: "Take this tied up by thieves Go to the woodshed in the backyard of the restaurant and interrogate him slowly."
"Yes!"
Luo Fengtang gagged the thief, tied his hands and feet, and then carried him on his body. Get out of the house.
Yang Ruoqing was about to leave, but something suddenly occurred to her and she stopped again. His eyes glanced at Mu Zichuan over there.
"How is the injury on your arm?" she asked.
The scratch made by the thief earlier on her and Luo Fengtang's bodies was simply a skin injury.
If it bleeds a little, just bandage it and it will be fine.
But this injury fell on Muzichuan...
Sure enough, it was okay if she didn't ask. When he asked, Mu Zichuan seemed to realize that he was injured.
“Oh, oh, why does my arm hurt so much?”
He raised his injured arm and glanced at the red mass.
"I can't, I can't, I'm so dizzy, I can't stand still..."
As he said this, he was really about to fall down.
Luo Fengtang, carrying the thief on his body, had already reached the door and had no time to come over to help him.
It was Yang Ruoqing who came over quickly and supported Mu Zichuan.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Mu Zichuan's injured arm was hanging down, and his intact hand was tightly holding Yang Ruoqing's sleeve.
"Qing'er, I, I'm very bad, I feel, I feel like the whole room is shaking..."
"I still feel nauseous..."
As he spoke, his tall figure really tilted down, and his head rested on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder.
Yang Ruoqing was confused.
This kid is bleeding?
She does not suffer from bleeding, but she has seen other people suffer from bleeding.
The symptoms were exactly as he said, and they were said to be very painful and sad.
In severe cases, shock may occur.
"Tangyaozi, you take the thief to the restaurant's woodshed first. I'll help Mu Zichuan take care of his wounds and then go find you."
She hurriedly said to Luo Fengtang.
Luo Fengtang stood at the door and stared at Mu Zichuan.
Especially when he saw Mu Zichuan resting his head on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder, his face darkened.
Seeing Luo Fengtang's face darken, Yang Ruoqing was also embarrassed.
"He was injured because of us, so we can't leave him alone, right? Hehe..."
She explained to Luo Fengtang with a complacent smile.
While trying to push the head of someone on his shoulder to the side.
Damn it, isn't it dizzy? Why is your head still so heavy?
I can’t even push it away!
Luo Fengtang watched all this, then he turned around and came back with the thief on his shoulders.
"Qing'er is right, he was implicated by us, let me help him deal with his wounds!"
As he spoke, he threw the thief on his shoulder to the ground.
The poor thief, who innocently became Mu Zichuan's cannon fodder, hit the ground hard, and his tailbone almost cracked before he could apply the medicinal wine.
Here, Luo Fengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan by the collar and lifted him directly from her shoulders to a stool aside.
Pressed Mu Zichuan's shoulders and asked him to sit down.
Mu Zichuan immediately raised his head and opened his eyes angrily.
Seeing that the light in front of him dimmed, it was Luo Fengtang standing in front of him.
"Tangyazi, what are you going to do?"
Mu Zichuan asked nervously.
Luo Fengtang hooked his lips: "Help you take care of the wound!"
As he said that, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm, rolled up his sleeve, and exposed the wound.
“Tch, the cat’s claws scratch it more than that, and it’s so painful that it makes it faint?”
Luo Fengtang asked Mu Zichuan.
Mu Zichuan blushed and defended: "The pain is secondary, I'm dizzy."
"Blood faint? Will the dizziness wait until now?" Luo Fengtang asked.
"When I talked to the thief before, he was stunned by you."
"You are not fainting from blood, you are fainting when you see Qing'er. You are still playing Qing'er's idea, Think I’m blind?”
Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.
One word speaks to Mu Zichuan’s heart.
(End of this chapter)