grandpa is not sick

Chapter 227 You Are the Most Precious (1)
There are rumors on the road that the mountains of Jiuzhai seem to be cursed. If outsiders trespass without authorization, they will not be able to get out on the mountain until they die. Even if they use a helicopter, they will crash in the air inexplicably.

It was probably Lei Sha who influenced the others, and everyone in the tulou immediately looked at Fu Yixun and Fu Qingliu with murderous intent.

The tense atmosphere became tense again, like a rubber band that had been stretched to its limit, and might break at any moment.

Fu Qingliu realized very clearly that the man named Lei Sha really wanted to use up Fu's hands, but how could such a thing happen?Who is the man holding her?He pays ten days for a great artist, the youngest and most famous peerless genius in the 21st century, his hand is a precious part of a national treasure, a treasure called the "hand of God", how could it be because of Any problems with her?This is impossible!
The knife was right behind her, and she could clearly feel the sharp edge that seemed to have turned into substance. She couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and the voice crawled out of her throat with difficulty, as weak as if she was already terminally ill.

"Pay...pay ten days..."

"Huh?" He hugged her a little higher, and put his cheek against the top of her head. The syllable was softer and gentler than ever before, so that Fu Qingliu's heart suddenly tightened, and her body trembled suddenly with pain. Trembling, more panicked.

"You go...no...you can control me...go..."

"Don't worry, how could I do such a stupid thing?" Fu Yixun's voice floated gently into his ears, as sweet as the night wind gently passing through the leaves and treetops.

"Really?" Fu Qingliu was hypnotized by his voice, so tired that he almost fell asleep.

"Well. Don't worry."

The corridors on every floor of the earth building were full of people, no one made a sound, even their breath was subconsciously held, the scene was so quiet that it was as if a needle could be heard.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

Scarlet blood dripped down from the palm of his right hand. The hand of God, which is as perfect as a work of art, held the blade of the small knife. Its three blades were so sharp that it was easy to cut from the three palm positions. It broke his skin, sank into his flesh, and gradually approached the meridians and nerves hidden inside, so much so that as long as Zuo Wei pulled the knife away, he could cut them all off.

For an artist who needs a fine sense of touch and sensitive fingers, a broken hand means that it is useless, because even if it is reconnected, daily life will not be affected in the slightest, and it will not be as sensitive as before, even if it looks It doesn't seem to be a big deal.

Fu Yixun looked at Lei Sha expressionlessly, his cold eyes and bloody hands were in stark contrast to the tone of his softly talking to Fu Qingliu.

Lei Sha also looked at him, and pulled a sneer towards the left side of his face, so that that half of his face became even more ferocious.

"What are you doing?" A slightly hoarse female voice, who seemed to have just woken up, rang out from the crowd on the first floor, suddenly breaking the silent and depressing atmosphere.

"Sister Xue is here!"

"Sister Xue, you are awake!"

"Sister Xue is still beautiful today!"

"Sister Xue..."

"Sister Xue..."

The crowd of people Moses quickly moved out of the way, and a girl about [-] or [-] years old walked in while yawning.

With sleepy eyes, she glanced at Fu Yixun and Fu Qingliu indifferently, walked up to Lei Sha, and hit him on the shoulder with the back of her hand like chasing a duck, "Go, go, go. What are you doing?" What are you?"

(End of this chapter)