534 The tip of the knife, Feng Qingchen is more ruthless to herself
The two of them seemed to have made an agreement. The moment Feng Qing turned around, Uncle Nine Emperors also raised his head, their eyes intertwined. There was endless lingering and endless affection. There was no one else in his eyes except each other...
In this situation, if there was nothing between the two of them, no one would believe it. Thinking of the rumors circulating in the market, Yun Xiao and Cui Haoting looked at each other and smiled, and they were convinced.
There is no smoke without fire. The rumors are probably true. Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen have an unusual relationship.
Su Wan lowered her head, hiding the unwillingness and murderous intent in her eyes.
Feng Qingchen, everything you have now belongs to me, and I will definitely get it back.
The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched into fists, and the nails were embedded in the palms of the hands. The palms were wet, but Su Wan did not feel any pain, because her heart hurt more than this injury.
Feng Qingchen, an orphan girl, actually gained the favor of the Nine Emperors Uncle, but she, the legitimate daughter of the Su family, was abandoned by the family and traded like goods. She was not willing to accept it!
Ahem...
Zhai Dongming made an unhappy noise, interrupting the "affectionate look" between Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen.
It's too much. There are so many of them here, and Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen actually treat them as nothing and completely ignore them.
Zhai Dongming grinded his teeth and glanced at Feng Qingchen and Jiu Huangshu with his eyes, making it clear that he wanted to see their jokes. He didn't believe that these two people would not be shy, but...
To Zhai Dongming's disappointment, Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen looked away as if nothing had happened. Feng Qingchen was even more generous. He smiled at Zhai Dongming and took out a large scalpel from his calf.
He turned to the Lord of Night City and said, "Lord of Night City, those hidden weapons are of great significance to me. Please allow me to take them back."
After saying that, regardless of whether Lord Yecheng agreed or not, Feng Qingchen stepped forward directly and squatted next to the corpse.
"Feng Qingchen, what are you going to do? You are disrespecting the dead." Lord Ye City stood up and wanted to stop Feng Qingchen's behavior.
He had seen how powerful Feng Qingchen's hidden weapon was, and was about to keep some of it back to study to see if he could imitate it. How could he let Feng Qingchen take it away, but as soon as Ye City Lord got up, there were several big knives coming across him.
In front of him, blocking his way.
Just as he threatened Feng Qingchen before, Uncle Nine Emperors threatened him.
If you have soldiers in your hands, you have what it takes to be a master.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what do you mean?" Lord Yecheng was extremely angry, but no one was in a better situation, so he had to sit back.
"Lord Yecheng, please be patient. If anyone dies in Dongling, I will be responsible for it. But if one person dies, he will be responsible, and if ten, hundreds, or thousands die, he will also be responsible. I don't mind killing more.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is threatening the Lord of Night City. If he dares to make any move, he will kill all his people and horses.
Feng Qingchen was about to start digging for bullets when he heard Uncle Nine Emperors' words and chuckled.
Wicked people will have their own troubles. If you dare to bully her, you are really tired of life.
"Pfft..." The scalpel was inserted into the wound cleanly, Feng Qingchen moved his wrist, and with a bang, the bullet just jumped out, but not a drop of blood came out of the wound, and the edge of the knife was almost invisible.
What a precise technique.
Cui Haoting's eyes flashed with surprise, and there was something else in his eyes when he looked at Feng Qingchen.
Before, he only had 30% hope that Feng Qingchen could cure his illness. Anyway, he was not going to die soon. A dead horse was a living doctor. Now he was 50% sure. Experts would know if Feng Qingchen could cure it as soon as he took action.
Chen's action of digging out the hidden weapon was done in one go and smoothly, seemingly without any rules, but Cui Haoting understood that Feng Qingchen's technique was clever, and her falling knife avoided blood vessels and secondary injuries.
Treating a corpse so favorably does not mean respecting the corpse or being cautious, but becoming a habit. Feng Qingchen is very familiar with the human body, and she must have done the action of cutting the knife thousands of times. She is so proficient that it only takes one
Once you take action, you can accurately find the position where you want to strike, and do it exactly.
Unsurprisingly, Yun Xiao's eyes flashed because of Feng Qingchen's actions, and he became a good doctor after a long illness. Cui Haoting and Yun Xiao are not laymen. As soon as Feng Qingchen takes action, they will understand whether Feng Qingchen is worth it.
The value of their trouble.
Feng Qingchen's technique was clever and his movements were fast. All eleven bullets were dug out. Feng Qingchen took out a piece of white cloth, picked up the bullets through the cloth, and wiped them clean one by one.
Everyone didn't rush her, they just waited for Feng Qingchen to do it slowly, hoping to see what other tricks she had up her sleeve.
Everyone was not disappointed. When the last bullet was wiped clean, Feng Qingchen stood up and played with the scalpel. Suddenly, Feng Qingchen moved his hand and pointed the tip of the knife at his chest.
What is Feng Qingchen doing?
At this moment, let alone others, even Uncle Nine Emperors didn't understand, but he believed in Feng Qingchen, and Feng Qingchen would never make fun of his own life.
"Master Ye City, how many days will it take to heal if I stab myself in the chest?" Feng Qingchen smiled sweetly, but City Master Ye and Su Wan felt that Feng Qingchen's smile looked like a devil.
"Feng Qingchen, don't mess around." Lord Yecheng was startled. Compared to Uncle Nine Emperors, Lord Yecheng was more worried about Feng Qingchen getting hurt.
Feng Qingchen was injured. Who was going to treat his son? He had ordered people to capture Feng Qingchen before, and it was also on the premise that Feng Qingchen would not be hurt, and it would not affect Feng Qingchen's rescue of others.
"Don't worry, Lord Ye City, Qingchen won't mess around. Qingchen is a doctor and knows the human body very well. With this knife, Qingchen can guarantee that it won't hurt any muscles or bones, and won't leave any hidden dangers, but it will make Qingchen bedridden."
Half a month." Half a month later, Yeye would have been completely dead.
Lord Yecheng, don't blame me for being ruthless. If you want to blame me, blame you for being so shameless. You blame me for all kinds of crimes, and you don't want to think about the fact that you have something to ask of me.
"Feng Qingchen, put down the knife, what can we say?" Yecheng Lord was indeed frightened by Feng Qingchen's move and quickly comforted Feng Qingchen, fearing that Feng Qingchen would be impulsive and stab Feng Qing with the knife.
He didn't care about Chen's life or death, but he did care about his son's life or death.
"Lord Yecheng, there is nothing to say between us." If it weren't for the wrong atmosphere, Feng Qingchen would really want to laugh.
This scene is like the police persuading a person to commit suicide, but unfortunately she is not a suicidal person suffering from a mental breakdown.
Feng Qingchen's knife tip was always facing him, and he stepped gracefully. The tip of the knife was still facing his chest, and the distance and position did not change at all.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Feng Qingchen's knife, fearing that she might accidentally stab it in, or that she might be unsteady and accidentally hurt herself.
Everyone present was sweating for her. Even Uncle Nine Emperors implicitly blamed her. With him here, Feng Qingchen didn't need to take risks.
Feng Qingchen looked indifferent and didn't care at all, as if the knife was not pressed against his heart. He walked straight to his seat and sat down.
Feng Qingchen was cruel, and she was even more cruel to herself. She pointed the knife at herself, but she was still calm and calm, with a smile on her face, as if the tip of the knife was not aimed at her.
Such a woman is terrifyingly tough. If you want to be an enemy of such a woman, you must hit her with one blow. If you can't destroy her with one blow, don't provoke her lightly. Provoking her is a trouble in itself.