Holding the bricks, the scholar looked at his Lao Tzu's fire-breathing eyes, gritted his teeth, and the muscles in his face twitched hard, and then directly confessed.

"Poof!"

The goods knelt down directly, their faces were full of pity, and the bricks were thrown aside.

Shoot your own Lao Tzu? Impossible, impossible!

If he is in good health, he may be able to shoot it, but the problem is that he is crippled.

This is not a cripple caused by a car accident, it was bombed on the battlefield.

"Dad, if you have something to say, say it well...... Actually, I'm just coming back to see you, and by the way, I'll see my Uncle Yan......"

"Your Uncle Yan is a fart, that's your uncle!" Caizi said angrily.

"Isn't that a habit?" The scholar explained with a bitter face: "I didn't beat my uncle at all, he fell on his own, and it has nothing to do with me......"

"Bang!"

A cane was whipped on the scholar's body, grinning his teeth, but he could only endure it stiffly, and he didn't dare to say a word.

"Lao Tzu saw your fist hit your uncle in the face with his own eyes, and you still said that you didn't hit it?" Caizi roared angrily: "Your mother is your uncle's own sister, you beat your uncle, do you want to beat your mother together?" Do you know that your uncle is sick? The head is much better, but the heart problem is very serious! ”

Yan Fenghuo, who was lying on the ground, was still smoking, and while smoking, he was still foaming at the mouth at the same time, and it really didn't look good.

It can't be true, right?

Xiao Zhan and a few guys were frightened, although they knew that the scholar didn't use any strength at all, but they couldn't stand Yan Fenghuo having a heart attack.

This posture ...... I'm afraid I'm going to kill someone.

"Hurry up and call 120!" Xiao Zhan shouted while rushing over and kneeling in front of Yan Fenghuo, and quickly performed cardiac resuscitation.

The madman and Du Lianhuo, as well as Kong Dasheng, were also so frightened that their faces turned pale.

They are here to challenge, and they don't plan to do anything to Yan Fenghuo at all, if this will cause death......

Don't say that their Lao Tzu can't let him go, even the troops have to kill them.

Yan Fenghuo is an absolutely right-blooded hero, who has done too much for the country.

In the end, he did not die at the hands of the enemy, but died at the hands of his own people, and this matter will definitely be turned upside down.

By that time, the calves would be all over them!

"Don't call 120, hurry up and carry him into the room, I have medicine here!" Caizi said hurriedly.

"It's good to have medicine, it's good to have medicine!" Xiao Zhan hurriedly picked up Yan Fenghuo and rushed into the small hotel.

His face was so frightened that it was bloodless, and his little heart was pounding.

Don't have an accident, don't have an accident, if something happens...... Who am I worthy of?

Quickly put Yan Fenghuo on the bed in the hotel room.

"Uh...... Uh......"

Yan Fenghuo was still smoking, the white foam at the corners of his mouth was still flowing, and his eyes kept rolling up, looking extremely scary.

"Hurry up, crush this pill into pieces and give it to him." Caizi took out a box of medicine from his pocket and poured one out of it.

Xiao Zhan hurriedly took the medicine, crushed it into powder as quickly as possible, and then helped Yan Fenghuo take it with his head.

It was at this time that the scholar's eyes were sharp, and he saw that he had forgotten the box of medicine in his pocket, and the name of the medicine was clear: cefradine tablets.

No, how is it an anti-inflammatory drug?

With doubts on his face, the scholar was stunned and suddenly realized.

"Dad, this medicine ......"

As soon as he spoke, Caizi glared at him fiercely.

"Uh...... Is this medicine good or not? Why don't you dial 120? The scholar coaxed again.

He saw that this was a play, a scene that he played in partnership with his uncle, and these two old men blinded them all.

Do you tell Xiao Zhan about them, or don't you tell them?

It seems too unrighteous not to tell it, so tell it...... This is my dad and my uncle Uncle Yan, what's the matter?

"Get down on my knees!" The genius rebuked.

"Poof!"

The scholar knelt in front of the bed and confessed again.

"My Uncle Yan, you can never die, wake up quickly." Xiao Zhan over there was about to cry, and shouted in a choked voice while fanning Yan Fenghuo: "Don't scare us bear children, we are small, we can't help but be scared ......"

"Hey, Uncle Yan, hurry up and get better, hurry up and open your eyes." The madman half-squatted beside the bed, grabbed Yan Fenghuo's hand and kept saying, "We don't dare to make trouble with you anymore, we don't dare anymore, we really don't dare......"

“……”

A few guys were really scared enough, and everyone knew that heart disease came when it was said to be a thing, and it was said to be dead, and there was no warning at all.

"I, I, I......" Yan Fenghuo made a laborious sound.

He stopped convulsing, stopped foaming at the mouth, slowly opened his eyes, and breathed less.

Xiao Zhan and the others finally put down their hearts, and they all reached out to wipe the cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Uncle Yan, what do you think now?"

"Are you feeling better? Why don't you say you have a heart condition? ”

"This scared the hell out of our souls......"

“……”

Yan Fenghuo looked at the young cheeks in front of him, and tried to bloom a smile.

"You guys...... We've all grown up, and we're getting old, alas, ......" Yan Fenghuo's eyes were full of smiles, but he sighed deeply and said: "I can't do it anymore, I fought in the east and west in the first half of my life, fell ill, and sat in a wheelchair for more than ten years...... In my life...... I'm sorry for one person, this person is also an eternal regret in my heart...... I really can't do it, I really can't do it......"

Yan Fenghuo's face showed despair, his eyes were full of infatuated thoughts, and that kind of despair and hope formed a strong collision, which made Xiao Zhan and several people feel pain in their eyes.

"Uncle Yan, don't say anything, we'll handle your regrets for you!" Xiao Zhan said affirmatively: "Our little brother can't do anything else, it's okay to help you do something." Who would you like to meet? Just tell us. If this wish can't satisfy you, then what's the point of us being soldiers? ”

"That's right, Uncle Yan, just say something about it. You can just call our little brothers as sons. ”

"No problem, really no problem!"

“……”

Yan Fenghuo has regrets, they have hit it now, of course they have to do it.

This is the king of soldiers of their older generation, I don't know how much blood was shed, and it is a miracle that a bullet hit the head and did not die.

Satisfaction, whatever desire he has, must be satisfied!

"I'm ......" Yan Fenghuo shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Come out with me." Caizi said with a cold face.

"Hey, okay, Uncle Caizi."

Xiao Zhan and a few guys followed the talented man out of the room.

As soon as they walked out, Yan Fenghuo turned over and sat up, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket and took a big puff.

The scholar was still kneeling there, not knowing whether to cry or laugh: they were pitted, and these two old people quietly killed them!

Challenge? Challenge it!

These old things have become monsters one by one!

……

PS: When I wrote it yesterday, I forgot about Yan Fenghuo's sister who married the talented son, so the scholar should call him uncle...... Don't be anxious, there are 2 chapters later, guess how Xiao Zhan and a few guys will meet Yan Fenghuo's wish next?

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