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Chapter 670 Luo Fengtang Is Jealous (Part [-])

Mu Zichuan snapped his fingers.

"The problem is coming!"

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

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

"And when I say 'you're going 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 rolled, as if the brain was short-circuited.

"No, how could I be you?" The thief said in a daze.

Mu Zichuan said: "The one you want to kill and kidnap is actually yourself!"

"Think about your family, your wife and children, it's late at night, they are waiting for you to go home! Put down the dagger and give yourself a way out..."

"Wife and child..."

In the thief's bewildered eyes, something complicated flashed because of this word.

The hand holding the dagger also dropped a bit.

Mu Zichuan suddenly pushed the thief, and shouted: "What are you doing, Tang Yazi, save me!"

While 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 to his feet and was kicked away by Luo Fengtang.

When the thief came back to his senses, Luo Fengtang's iron hand had tightly strangled his throat, making him unable to move.

But here, Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan, unable to say a word for a long time.

"This... is this okay?" She murmured.

The thief was very vigilant.

It was just caught in by Mu Zichuan's tongue-twisters.

Only when he was distracted was he caught.

He saw Yang Ruoqing's astonishment in his eyes.

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

"From now on, you can no longer say that you are a scholar who is useless!" He said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly.

"No problem, you won't be a waste from now on!" she said.

Mu Zichuan's head was full of black lines.

Over there, Luo Fengtang's voice came.

"Qing'er, I found it, and he really stole it!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing hurried over.

Accept the land contract that Luo Fengtang handed over.

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

"Say, who sent you?" she asked.

The black mask of the thief lying on the ground has been ripped off by Luo Fengtang.

It's a middle-aged man with a face.

The facial features are not as wicked as she imagined.

On the contrary, with a square face, beard and eyebrows, there is a sense of grandeur.

"It's said that love comes from the heart, this brother doesn't look like a bad guy, does he?"

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

Luo Fengtang gave Mu Zichuan a blank look: "Bad guys 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 my aunt ask you? Who sent you here? Is it rich man Li?" She asked again.

The thief stared at Yang Ruoqing coldly.

"If you want to kill or cut at will, if you want me to confess someone, there is no way!" He said.

"Oh, are your bones still hard? Well, then my aunt will help you, let you see whether your bones are hard or my knife is hard!"

Yang Ruoqing said, and then ordered Luo Fengtang: "Tie this thief to the woodshed in the backyard of the restaurant, and interrogate him slowly!"

"Ok!"

Luo Fengtang gagged the thief's mouth, tied his hands and feet, and carried him on his shoulders to leave the house.

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

His eyes turned to Mu Zichuan over there.

"How's the wound on your arm?" she asked.

The swipe by the thief before, placed on her and Luo Fengtang's body, was basically a skin trauma.

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

But the injury fell on Mu Zichuan...

Sure enough, it was fine if she didn't ask, but after asking, 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.

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

As he said, he was about to fall down.

With the thief on his back, Luo Fengtang had already reached the door, so he didn't have time to help him.

It was Yang Ruoqing who hurried over and supported Mu Zichuan.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan's injured arm was hanging down, and his intact hand was tightly clutching Yang Ruoqing's sleeve.

"Qing'er, I, I'm very bad, I feel, I feel that the whole room is shaking..."

"Still nauseated..."

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

Yang Ruoqing was dumbfounded.

This kid, dizzy with blood?

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

The symptoms are exactly the same as what he said, and it is said that it is very painful and very sad.

In severe cases, shock may also occur.

"Tang Yazi, take the thief to the firewood room of the restaurant first, and I'll go find you after I help Mu Zichuan treat his wound."

She hurriedly said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang stood at the door, staring at Mu Zichuan.

Especially when he saw Mu Zichuan resting his head on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder, his face turned dark.

Seeing Luo Fengtang's face darken, Yang Ruoqing was also very embarrassed.

"He was injured because of us, and we can't leave him behind? Hehe..."

She smiled and explained to Luo Fengtang.

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

Damn it, isn't it dizzy? Why is your head still so heavy?

I can't even push it!

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

"Qing'er is right, he was implicated by us, I will help him deal with the wound!"

As he said, he threw the thief on his shoulder directly to the ground.

The poor thief, who innocently became Mu Zichuan's cannon fodder, hit the ground heavily, and before he had time to smear the medicinal wine on his tailbone, it almost split open.

Here, Luo Fengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan by the collar of his clothes, and lifted him directly from her shoulder to the stool beside her.

Hold down Mu Zichuan's shoulder and let him sit down.

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

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

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

Mu Zichuan asked nervously.

Luo Fengtang curled his lips: "Help you treat the wound!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm, rolled up his sleeve, and exposed the wound.

"Cut, the cat's paw scratches more than that, so it hurts and faints?"

Luo Fengtang asked Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan blushed, and argued, "Pain is second, I'm dizzy."

"Bloodsickness? Will the bloodsickness wait until now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

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

"You didn't faint, you fainted when you saw Qinger. Are you still playing Qinger's idea, treating me as blind?"

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.

In one sentence, Mu Zichuan's heartfelt words were spoken.

(End of this chapter)