Mu Zichuan snapped his fingers.

"Here's the problem!"

"What's the problem?" The thief asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "When you say the phrase 'I'm going to kill you', this 'I' is you." ”

"And when I say, 'You're going to kill me,' this 'me' is me."

"That means you're me, and I'm you!"

"What?"

The thief was a little crazy.

Behind the black mask, the eyes were spinning, looking like their brains were short-circuited.

"No, how could I be you?" The thief was stunned.

Mu Zichuan said: "What you want to kill, what you want to hijack, is actually yourself!" ”

"Think of your family, your wife and children, late at night, they are waiting for you to come home! Put down the dagger and give yourself a way to live......"

"Wife and Child ......"

The thief's confused eyes flashed something complicated because of the word.

The hand holding the dagger also drooped a little.

Mu Zichuan suddenly pushed the thief and shouted: "What are you doing in a daze, save me!" ”

At the moment when he was massaging the thief, Luo Fengtang had already aimed at 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.

When the thief came back to his senses, his throat was tightly choked by Luo Fengtang's iron hand, and he couldn't move.

And here, Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"This ...... Is that okay? She asked, muttering.

The thief would have been wary.

was caught in by Mu Zichuan's tongue twister.

I was distracted, and I was caught.

looked at Yang Ruoqing's stunned eyes.

Mu Zichuan shook off his black hair and put his hands behind his back: "Knowledge is power." ”

"In the future, you can't say that you are useless and a scholar!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded hurriedly.

"No problem, you won't be a waste in the future!" She said.

Mu Zichuan is full of black lines.

Over there, Luo Fengtang's voice came.

"Qing'er, I found it, I really stole it from him!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over.

took the field contract handed over by Luo Fengtang.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked the thief on the ground a few times.

"Say, Who sent you?" She asked.

The thief lying on the ground, the black mask has been torn off by Luo Fengtang.

It is a middle-aged man with a face.

The facial features and eyebrows are not the thief eyebrows and mouse eyes she imagined.

On the contrary, the face of the national character, the beard, and the eyebrows reveal a heroic atmosphere.

"It's all said that it is born from the heart, this brother doesn't look like a bad person?"

Mu Zichuan also came over, looked at the person who kidnapped him, and said in surprise.

Luo Fengtang glanced at Mu Zichuan: "Bad people don't 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 did your aunt ask you? Who sent you? Isn't it the rich man of Li? She asked again.

The thief glared at Yang Ruoqing with a cold eyebrow.

"If you want to kill, you can kill casually, if you want Lao Tzu to confess someone, no way!" He said.

"Ouch, the bones are quite hard, aren't they? Okay, then my aunt will fulfill you and let you see if you have hard bones or my knife is hard! ”

Yang Ruoqing said, and then instructed Luo Fengtang: "Tie this thief to the firewood room in the backyard of the restaurant, and turn around and interrogate slowly!" ”

"Hmm!"

Luo Fengtang stuffed the thief's mouth, tied his hands and feet, and then carried it on his body and was about to leave the house.

Yang Ruoqing was also about to leave, but suddenly she thought of something, and she stopped again.

His gaze swept to Mu Zichuan over there.

"What's wrong with the injury on your arm?" She asked.

The thief scratched that before, and it rested on her and Luo Fengtang's bodies, which was simply skin trauma.

Bleed a little, just bandage it and you'll be fine.

However, this injury fell on Mu Zichuan's body......

Sure enough, it's okay that she didn't ask, this question, Mu Zichuan seemed to realize that he was injured.

"Oops, oops, why does my arm hurt so much?"

He lifted his injured arm and glanced at the red blob.

"No, no, no, I'm so dizzy, I'm about to lose my footing......"

As he spoke, he was about to fall.

Luo Fengtang was carrying the thief on his body, and he had already walked to the door, and he didn't have time to come to help.

It was Yang Ruoqing who walked over quickly and helped Mu Zichuan.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

Mu Zichuan's injured arm hung down, and the intact hand tightly grabbed Yang Ruoqing's sleeve.

"Qing'er, I, I'm very bad, I feel, I feel like the whole house is shaking......"

"I'm still nauseous and want to throw up......"

As he spoke, his tall figure really tilted down, and his head rested on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

This kid, faint blood?

She doesn't faint blood, but she has seen others faint blood.

The symptoms were exactly the same as he said, and it was said to be painful and sad.

In severe cases, shock may also occur.

"Tang Yanzi, you take the thief to the firewood room of the restaurant first, and I will help Mu Zichuan treat the wound and go over to find you."

She hurriedly said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang stood at the door, glaring 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 darkened, Yang Ruoqing was also very embarrassed.

"He's injured because of us, and we can't leave him behind, whether it's okay or not? Hey hey ......"

She smiled and explained to Luo Fengtang.

While trying to push someone's head on his shoulder to the side.

Nima's, isn't it faint blood, why is his head still so heavy?

You can't push it away!

Luo Fengtang watched all this, and then he turned around and walked back with the thief on his shoulder.

"What Qing'er said is reasonable, he was affected by us, I'll help him deal with his wounds!"

As he spoke, he threw the thief on his shoulder straight to the ground.

The poor thief, innocently became Mu Zichuan's cannon fodder, slammed on the ground, and before he could smear the tail vertebrae with medicinal wine, he almost cracked.

Here, Luo Fengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan's coat collar and carried him directly from her shoulders to the stool on the side.

Pressed Mu Zichuan's shoulder and made him sit down.

Mu Zichuan immediately raised his head and opened his eyes angrily.

Seeing that the light in front of him was dim, it turned out to be Luo Fengtang standing in front of him.

"Tang Yanzi, what are you going to do?"

Mu Zichuan asked a little nervously.

Luo Fengtang hooked his lips: "Help you deal with the wound!" ”

As he spoke, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm and rolled up his sleeves to expose the wound.

"Cut, it's more than that, and it's painful to faint if you scratch your cat's paws?"

Luo Fengtang asked Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan blushed and defended: "Pain is secondary, I faint blood." ”

"Faint blood? Will blood sickness wait until now? Luo Fengtang asked.

"I talked to the thief before, and the thief was stunned by you."

"You're not fainting blood, you're fainting when you see Qing'er. Are you still playing Qing'er idea, when I am blind? ”

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.

In one sentence, Mu Zichuan said in his heart.