Qian Yuehan was frightened, her white body couldn't help trembling, and she kept using her hands to cover it up, but the hem of her skirt was torn, and she couldn't cover it up with just two hands.
Wu Xianhe grabbed Zhou Ziyu's hair again and pulled him in front of Wang Mingyi.
"Stick your tongue out." Wu Xianhe grabbed her hair and scolded her harshly!
Zhou Ziyu was sobbing, but tightly closing her lips, she would rather die than surrender!
"court death!"
‘Crack!’
A slap hit Zhou Ziyu hard on the face!
Lao Gao's cheeks, which were already swollen, became even more swollen after being slapped with a palm behind his back!
And she still kept her lips tightly closed!
‘Crack!’
Another slap!
Zhou Ziyu was about to be knocked unconscious. This time she finally couldn't help opening her lips, but instead of sticking out her tongue, she spurted out a mouthful of blood!
Wu Xianhe's strength is too great. How could a weak girl like her resist!?
"The one who rides on the horse is quite stubborn. I like it, haha!" Wang Mingyi let out a ferocious laugh, his expression twisted in a ferocious manner.
He stood up directly, untied the ties of his nightgown, and knocked Zhou Ziyu down forcefully!
"Ah... don't!"
"Get away!"
Zhou Ziyu struggled with all his strength, trying to break away from Wang Mingyi!
‘Crack!’
"Calm down, I'll kill you!"
Wang Ming raised his hand and slapped him. At the same time, he took the ashtray from the coffee table and hit Zhou Ziyu on the head!
'boom!'
At this critical moment, the closed security door was kicked open with a strong force!
The security door weighing a hundred kilograms flew out instantly, hit the wall hard, and was embedded an inch into it!
At the same time, a black figure appeared outside the door, and at the same time three rays of cold light shot out from the figure and flew towards Wang Mingyi.
‘Whoosh whoosh whoosh…’
Wu Xianhe, who was standing aside, had a cold look in his eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, and decisively blocked Wang Mingyi's body. His right arm shook, and a dagger emitting a cold light slipped out of his sleeve.
Immediately, he quickly waved his dagger towards Han Mang!
‘Clang clang clang!’
Three crisp sounds, sparks popping up!
The three silver needles have been knocked away and nailed to the sofa at the same time!
"Who!"
"How dare you break into Wang's house at night!"
Wu Xianhe's expression was gloomy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He could feel that the three silver needles were aimed at killing him!
In the noisy living room, it was a little quiet, except for the weak sounds of Qian Yuehan's low moans and Zhou Ziyu's painful struggle.
Lin Pingfan stood in front of the door, his eyes flashed with ice. Looking at the scene in front of him, a surge of anger rose in his heart.
"Grass!"
"Uncle Wu, he is such a loser. I never thought he would dare to come!"
"Break his limbs and let him take a good look at how I treated his woman!"
As soon as Wang Ming saw Lin Pingfan, the ferocious look on his face became even fiercer, and he even felt a sense of inexplicable excitement and excitement!
Wu Xianhe raised a bloodthirsty smile on his lips, and said to Lin Pingfan in a sinister voice: "You are very courageous, you dare to break into Wang's house at night."
"Although courage is commendable, if you dare to anger Mr. Wang, you will be punished by death!"
After saying this, Wu Xianhe's eyes narrowed, he held the dagger behind his back and rushed directly towards Lin Pingfan.
At the same time, a heat wave began to rise in the palm of the hand holding the dagger tightly, causing the air within an inch of the palm to become distorted!
Inner energy!
In the hot summer, this can be considered a master!
‘Whoosh!’
A cold light flashed, and the dagger slashed hard at Lin Pingfan's throat!
Lin Pingfan did not dodge, but suddenly raised his hand, and a sword finger directly blocked the sharp dagger!
‘Zheng!’
The sound of metal colliding was heard, sparks flew up, and the dagger was blocked in mid-air!
Of course, it was not the dagger blocked by Lin Pingfan's sword finger.
It's a silver needle as thin as a hair held in the sword's fingers!
Moreover, within half a foot of Lin Pingfan's fingers, the air became distorted!
This time, he also used his inner strength.
It’s not about being defeated, it’s about venting your anger!
"What!?"
"Your inner strength... is so strong!?"
When Wu Xianhe saw the area where Lin Pingfan's inner energy could be released, his whole body trembled and his eyes froze!
Lin Pingfan ignored it, turned his other hand into a palm, and slapped Wu Xianhe hard on the chest!
With a muffled sound of 'bang', Wu Xianhe flew backwards and hit the wall hard, and his chest had already collapsed!
One blow directly knocked Wu Xianhe's chance, he was simply too weak.
Even if he was Huang Feihong's senior brother in Xiangshan, it would be of no help.
This scene made Wang Ming stunned. He thought Wu Xianhe would cripple Lin Pingfan, but instead he was knocked away by a blow!
In shock, Lin Pingfan rushed towards him like a ghost.
A knee hit Wang Mingyi hard on the bridge of the nose!
In an instant, the nose bone was sunken and blood spurted out!
With a 'swish' sound, it flew backwards and knocked over the sofa!
Lin Pingfan took off his windbreaker and decisively covered Qian Yuehan's red body.
"Brother Ordinary..."
"Woooo, I knew you would come!"
Qian Yuehan cried and got into Lin Pingfan's arms, her delicate body trembling constantly, and the despair in her eyes collapsed the moment she saw Lin Pingfan.
But Lin Pingfan's expression was not relaxed, but instead became more solemn.
One side of Zhou Ziyu's facial bones had been shattered, and his purple cheek was swollen, as if a steamed bun had been stuffed in his mouth.
The originally watery eyes were so swollen that only a gap remained.
Wu Xianhe was very powerful, but he didn't noticeably stop his strength when he hit Zhou Ziyu, causing her to suffer a concussion.
If the treatment is delayed, it is very likely that she will become an idiot.
"Zhou Ziyu's condition is a bit serious."
"Let's go first."
Lin Pingfan took a deep breath, glanced hard at Wang Mingyi who was struggling behind the sofa, and said sternly: "Wang Mingyi, wait for me for two hours, and then I will ask you to apologize."
After saying that, he directly picked up Zhou Ziyu and walked quickly outside the villa. Qian Yuehan carefully grabbed Lin Pingfan's shirt and followed closely behind.
…
Soon, the three of them returned to the hotel and went into Qian Yuehan's room.
Lin Pingfan looked serious. He placed Zhou Ziyu on the bed, turned his palm over, and thirteen silver needles appeared between his fingers.
Thirteen Needles at the Gate of Ghosts, thirteen silver needles pierced Zhou Ziyu’s head and swollen face.
Zhou Ziyu was still conscious at the moment. She squinted her eyes, breathed weakly, and stared at Lin Pingfan, who had a serious expression in front of her.
She opened her mouth slightly, wanting to say thank you.
But her face was so swollen that she couldn't even open her mouth.
"Don't talk, just sleep and you'll be fine."
Lin Pingfan said softly, without stopping the movements of his hands.
Qian Yuehan was still sobbing, holding Zhou Ziyu's slender little hand tightly, his eyes full of worry!
Lin Pingfan continuously changed seven or eight acupuncture methods, completely stabilizing Zhou Ziyu's injury.
"It's okay."
"She will be able to reply after a few days of rest."
After half an hour, Lin Pingfan put away the silver needle and said to Qian Yuehan.
"Brother Pingfan, thank you!"
At this moment, Qian Yuehan couldn't help feeling aggrieved, threw herself into Lin Pingfan's arms again, and burst into tears.
Because she jumped a little suddenly, she forced Lin Pingfan down on the bed.