"Oh...that's it..." After hearing what he said, Nan Yanxi leaned back on the chair with her hands folded, as if she suddenly realized: "Hey...I remembered..."
"I forgot...it turns out that the fourth elder is still a master...just like picking out a person's head from a bag, right?"
Speaking of this, Nan Yanxi immediately pretended to be scared: "Oh... I'm so scared..."
At this moment, Ye Feng, who was lying on the bed and felt weak, opened his eyes with difficulty.
It turned out that the medicine Chen Fan put in her wine only made her weak and unable to move. It did not make her completely unconscious, but only made her slightly in a trance.
After first discovering that he was poisoned, Ye Feng also tried to force it out using his internal strength.
However, this kind of poisonous wine is specially prepared for people with deep internal strength. The more they use their internal strength, the more powerful the poison will be.
At first, Ye Feng was just weak, but he could barely move. After rashly using his internal strength a few times, his whole body was close to being paralyzed.
Now, she tried her best and could only barely raise her head or move her fingers.
Today is her birthday, and it is also the first birthday without her father. Ye Feng does feel a little depressed.
After Han Tianqi, Feng Zhijing and others finished discussing the business, they came to the observatory alone and asked their guards to wait at the foot of the mountain, hoping to talk to their father alone.
But she never imagined that the fourth elder, Chen Fan, had somehow gotten the news and knew that Ye Feng and the others were going to take action against him.
He actually hid here in advance, preparing to use the overlord's bow to make the rice cook.
His whole body was sore and weak, and he could not force it out with his internal strength. However, Ye Feng was the only one here, not even a servant.
In this desperate situation, Ye Feng, who had tried various methods, could only resigned himself to his fate and gradually gave up the struggle.
She closed her eyes in despair and allowed Chen Fan to carry her into the house. She was roughly thrown on the bed by him, as helpless as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
Oh my god, how on earth are you going to tease me? How on earth are you going to let me go?
Ye Feng shouted helplessly in his heart, "Who will save me..."
Just when she was completely desperate, at this critical moment, suddenly that joking voice sounded in her ears, as beautiful as the sound of nature.
However, before Ye Feng had time to be happy, he heard that it was Zhang Sanjin's voice, and it seemed that it was really just him.
The heart that had just regained hope fell into a cold trough again.
Everyone knows that Zhang Sanjin doesn't know martial arts, so what's the use of him here alone? Chen Fan can easily crush him to death with just one finger.
In the end, he could not escape the fate of being humiliated, and he lost an innocent life in vain.
Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Ye Feng could no longer bear it.
She desperately opened her powerless eyes, and shouted with difficulty and powerlessness to Nan Yanxi, who was sitting arrogantly on the Grand Master's chair: "Quickly... leave quickly, you are no match for him..."
"Don't...don't be brave...leave quickly..."
"Yo? You can still talk? I thought you had fainted." Nan Yanxi, who had her legs crossed, was surprised when she heard this.
He shouted to Ye Feng rather amusingly: "Hey...how are you? Are you okay?"
His expression was like an old friend who had been making a joke together for many years.
This made Ye Feng so angry that she thought it was already at this time, do you still have the intention to make a joke? If she hadn't been too poisoned to get up, she would have really wanted to go over and beat this guy up.
But now, she couldn't even shout for help, so she had to use all her strength to face Nan Yanxi and said anxiously: "What... when did... you got tired of living? Not... hurry up and leave.
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"This...this madman...he will really...will kill you...go away! Go away...!"
Seeing her eager expression made Nan Yanxi feel warm in her heart, thinking that this girl was very kind in nature. She was in such a bad state and still thinking about the safety of others.
Thinking of this, Nan Yanxi smiled warmly at Ye Feng, her eyes were full of comfort, but her mouth was teasing: "Okay, okay... I can't even protect myself and still think about others."
"Ask this shameless guy...will he let me go? I'm afraid that by now, he has even thought about how many pieces to cut me into and where to bury me, right?"
As he said that, he turned to Chen Fan and raised his head: "Hey! It's shameless, am I right?"
Seeing him talking like this, Chen Fan on the side did not argue with him. He just slowly moved his wrist and said with a faint smile: "It won't matter if you cut it into several pieces. Chen will start faster in a while. I guarantee that the young master will not have any trouble."
What pain."
After saying that, he turned back to look at Ye Feng, who was lying on the bed, and his tone became gentle and a little perverted: "Xiao Feng... don't worry, I will deal with this annoying guy right away."
"We will never let him disturb us."
"Oh... ok, ok, if you want to do it, hurry up! I'm still in a hurry to go home for dinner!"
Nan Yanxi's arrogant and stupid voice came from behind, and the gentleness on Chen Fan's face was gradually replaced by ferociousness.
I saw him slowly turning around, his legs slightly apart and moving forward and back, lowering his Dantian and letting out a low voice.
"Puff...Puff...Puff..." A series of wind-breaking sounds came. Looking at Chen Fan, he was currently posing in an extremely handsome pose.
He waved his hand to Nan Yanxi very politely: "Master Zhang, be careful... Chen's palm technique is a family tradition. It is very powerful and can cause serious injuries!"
"In a while, Chen will definitely go all out to ensure that the young master leaves without pain... uh..."
Before he could finish his two sanctimonious sentences, Chen Fan suddenly froze on the spot and choked back the rest of his unfinished sentence.
As for Ye Feng, who was lying on the bed and trying to raise his head, his eyes widened and he looked at Nan Yanxi who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair with a look of shock.
At this moment, he was sitting on the Grand Master's chair with his legs crossed, holding an exquisite revolver in his hand.
Facing Chen Fan, who was posing in front of him, Nan Yanxi was both arrogant and joking: "Come on, come on...what did you just say? Who is so powerful? Who is injured by the death blow?"
"My ears are not very good...can you tell me again?"
"Uh...you...I..." Chen Fan, who was crossing his legs in a handsome pose, was extremely embarrassed at this time.
Chen Fan naturally knew about the revolver in Nan Yanxi's hand. Although he had never seen such a beautiful one, he had seen an ordinary one.
Now, for example, generals at all levels in various branches of the Ming Army, whether they are regular troops or garrison patrol troops, are allotted with them starting from the grassroots officers.
Even the chief officers and adjutants of the county government, and even the head catchers, all wear this type of pistol.
If you want to say that it is extremely powerful and can cause serious injuries, then this thing is the ancestor.
As an assassin, Chen Fan was naturally very interested in this thing and had always wanted to get it.
However, the Ming Dynasty now has extremely strict control over this kind of firearms, especially this type of standard firearm, which is strictly supervised and strictly preserved.
For example, the police officers only maintain law and order and catch petty thieves. They do not need to confront the gangsters head-on. Basically, the guns and ammunition are separated and kept separately.
Not only that, every time you take a gun out, how many rounds of ammunition you take, etc., there are strict and complicated procedures.
After completing the mission, you must hand it back, even if you are missing a bullet casing. Even if you have to fire a gun, you must make a detailed report when doing so.
This is true for local government officials, not to mention the Ming Dynasty armies, where everyone has a gun, and the management is even stricter.
The official, military, and court systems are so strict and thorough, so it is even less possible for civilians to obtain such standard firearms.
Therefore, although Chen Fan has never owned it, he still recognizes it.
I secretly thought to myself that I had spent a lot of money and tried many methods but could not get a hold of this thing. How could this dandy boy have it?
And looking at the level of sophistication, it's definitely not the kind of equipment typically worn by junior officers.
In this way, Chen Fan not only began to become suspicious, but also thought to himself that the son of a mere country squire, no matter how rich he was, was still a common man.
Nowadays, the court's control is so strict, this kid shouldn't have such a thing.
Furthermore, at this point, Chen Fan can be said to be riding a tiger, unable to get off. The layer of window paper has been torn, and there is no room for closure.