Dongfang Jian was sure of his thoughts at this time.

"I know what you are thinking." This time it was Wu Fan's mouth.

"What am I thinking?" Dongfang laughed and actually smiled kindly. But only Wu Fan knew that this smile was not really kind, maybe it was pity. Pity himself was very weak. Pity himself would die young soon. Pity himself was young and did not understand the rules.

"I know why you laugh, too." Wu Fan returned with the same smile.

"Why should I laugh?"

"Because you are very distressed and want to kill me, but you don't want to kill me, but you hate flies and annoy you."

"It's just a slap in the face, so why should I sigh?"

"Of course there are other reasons. The furnishings here must be carefully arranged by you. Although they are just simple furnishings, everything here is more expensive than the 1st to 5th floors combined." Wu Fan's smile became even brighter, and Dongfang Jian's smile suddenly tightened, like a statue.

It was obvious that Wu Fan had exposed his thoughts.

The simple orange on the 6th floor is not worth a few thousand yuan. It was indeed carefully arranged by him. These things were used at home when he was young, and they were used by his father and mother. There is a kind of warmth of home, and there is the warmth of parents when they are alive. Those catapult devices will not be replaced even if they are used on the entire 5th floor.

It seems that this teenager still knows a little psychology. He knows a little bit more. Knowing too much is not good for a person. That usually means death.

"You are very good, but unfortunately, it will only bring you greater pain and you will be even more miserable." Dongfang Jian said.

"Is that true?" Wu Fan said with a smile, looking at Dongfang Jian.

"I don't like your eyes." Wu Fan actually said to Dongfang Jian in such a tone that he was wrong.

Then he heard a click, and the wooden stool Wu Fan was sitting on was ruined.

For a moment, the murderous intent was over. Dongfang Jian quickly stood up like a hungry sword. He was ready to start killing people. He dared to destroy every table, stool, and bowl, and chopstick on the 6th floor. He would die. There was absolutely no possibility of survival.

"Do you want this table either?" Wu Fan suddenly had a knife in his hand, a demon sword, Masashi Murata. It was one of the most powerful swords in Japan, their treasure sword.

The sharp blade landed on the table, the blade gently slid on the table, and an extremely simple scratch appeared.

Dongfang Jian stopped his movements and roared angrily: "Dare you dare?"

He actually lost his mind, for a ragged wooden table. Who would have thought that the director of the dignified Tiandao Health Center would become such a distorted image for a wooden table.

"What is contradictory?" Wu Fan asked.

"What do you want to express?" Dongfang Jianjian was lazy to answer such an inexplicable question, and he was too lazy to think about it. He only cared about whether the table in front of him could be damaged.

"Who is not afraid of intimidation?" Wu Fan asked.

"Of course, it's dead. People are dead, without consciousness, without thoughts, and of course without anything." Dongfang Jian actually answered this time, because this question couldn't be simple, I'm afraid that all three-year-old children can answer it.

"Hahahahaha, since the director understands this principle, why do you still have to do contradictory things?" Wu Fan said. At this time, Dongfang Jian's face became a little gloomy, and he seemed to feel Wufan's expression.

Since he had already taken the initiative to kill him, that person must have become a dead person. There is no effect on intimidation of a dead person. So it is difficult to save that table.

The only way to keep that table is to restrain your murderous aura and your murderous intention.

But Dongfang Jian was unwilling to give up. He invited the boy to the 6th floor. He asked the boy to take a sip of tea. He asked him to break a stool on his 6th floor and then escape. How could he gain a foothold in the Dragon Clan?

That would become a huge laughing stock and be shocked by a teenager.

"You are very confused now, but my time is limited. From now on, every minute I eliminate a corner of the table. After I cut my legs, I peeled my legs. If the legs were peeled off as soon as I got, the tabletop would not be saved. Do you want to protect your own face? Do you want to protect your face or your desktop? This multiple-choice question is not difficult, there are only two options, choose a or b?" Wu Fan teased.

This is indeed a difficult problem, a huge problem. No matter which one you choose, it is wrong. You must not choose.

"Crack." A corner of the table was gently cut off by Wu Fan. The knife was indeed too fast. Wu Fan just gently put the blade on it, and the corner of the table fell down like tofu.

Dongfang Jian's heart twitched, but this time he did not stand up and roar, and he held back.

He had just taken over as the director of Tiandao Health Center for a few days. He still knew very little about the major events in the world. He spent the time in a dark place from 13 to thirty years old. He was washing clothes every day and imitating his brother's movements every day. Who was that person? He didn't even know. He only knew that the person told him that he should help Chang Wei. Although he had extremely high martial arts values, although he imitated his brother vividly, he knew too little about this young man.

He actually used a peerless treasure sword. He had more than a dozen plastic artifacts in his hand, and he was already surprised enough. But he thought that this person must have prepared for coming here. The dozen plastic artifacts might have been made just by restraining the steps. Unexpectedly, the other party had such a peerless treasure sword. Where did his sword come from?

"Sometimes thinking is a waste of life. In three seconds, another corner of the table is coming down again." Wu Fan did not forget to remind the other party politely.

"I promise you." Dongfang Jian finally couldn't help it, and he chose to compromise.

But only he knows how difficult it is to say these words from his mouth.

These words were like Mount Tai, pressing heavily on his heart, making him unable to breathe. When he said those words, he was almost broken. This may be the most wrong thing he had to choose to do in his life, and perhaps another answer would be even more wrong.

"Are you unwilling to give up?" Wu Fan said.

“…”,

Dongfang Jian originally wanted to answer the two words yes, but his mouth couldn't open at this time. His pride did not allow him to speak with the boy in such a tone, and he would never accept the boy's question. He was the director of the dignified Tiandao Health Center.

"Then I'll give you a chance. How about we compare?" Wu Fan continued to talk to himself, but in fact the other party had already answered, but it was just a silent answer. The silent answer was also an answer, and the answer was more straightforward and decisive.

"If I lose, I still choose to duel with you. Even if I die at your hands, I will not regret it. If I win, I will walk out from here with great strides. Can you accept it?" Wu Fan smiled at the other party.

The other party still had a poker expression, without answering yes or no.

"If you fight here, I believe that all the furnishings in the entire 6th floor room will be ruined, so I don't plan to fight with you. I'll compete with you to cut your nails." Wu Fan actually said.

"…sharpen..." Only a word popped out of Dongfang Jian's mouth, and then stopped again, his mouth remained open, and he wanted to continue to open and close. The feeling was very entangled.

"I should have compared with Chunmei. Since she died in your hands, as his boss, you should complete his unfinished career." Wu Fan's face suddenly became solemn.
Chapter completed!