Qian Yuehan was frightened, and his body kept trembling, and he kept covering it with his hands, but the hem of the skirt was torn apart, so he could not cover it completely with his hands alone.
Wu Xianhe grabbed Zhou Ziyu's hair again and pulled it to Wang Mingyi.
"Stretch your tongue out." Wu Xianhe held her hair and scolded him sternly!
Zhou Ziyu cried whimperingly, but closed her lips tightly, rather than surrender!
"court death!"
‘Bang!’
A slap hit Zhou Ziyu in the face!
Lao Gao's cheeks were already swollen, and his palm was even more swollen!
And she still closed her lips!
‘Bang!’
Another slap!
Zhou Ziyu was about to be fainted. This time she finally couldn't help but open her lips, but instead of sticking out her tongue, she spewed out a mouthful of blood!
Wu Xianhe's strength is too great. How could a weak girl like her resist?
"I'm quite stubborn, I like it, haha!" Wang Mingyi smiled grimly, his expression was distorted.
He stood up directly, unbuttoned the belt of his nightgown, and threw Zhou Ziyu down!
"Ah...No!"
"Get out!"
Zhou Ziyu struggled with all her strength to break free from Wang Mingyi!
‘Bang!’
"Shut me a little bit, or I'll kill you!"
Wang Ming raised his hand and slapped it. At the same time, he took the ashtray from the coffee table and slapped it at Zhou Ziyu's head!
'boom!'
At this critical moment, the closed security door was kicked open with a strong force!
The security door, which was 100 pounds, flew out instantly, hitting the wall hard, embedded in an inch!
At the same time, a black figure appeared outside the door, and at the same time, three cold lights shot out from the figure and flew towards Wang Mingyi.
‘Swoosh swish swish…’
Wu Xianhe, who was standing aside, looked cold, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he decisively blocked Wang Ming's body, his right arm shook, and a dagger emitting a cold light slid out of his sleeve.
Immediately, I quickly waved the dagger towards the cold light!
‘Dangdangdangdangdang!’
Three crisp sounds, sparks popping up!
Three silver needles have been knocked away and are nailed to the sofa at the same time!
"Who!"
"How dare you break into the Wang family at night!"
Wu Xianhe's expression was gloomy, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He felt that the three silver needles just now were rushing to death!
In the noisy living room, there was only Qian Yuehan's soft moan and Zhou Ziyu's weak voices struggling with pain.
Lin Pingfan, who was standing in front of the door, had a cold flash in his eyes. Looking at the scene in front of him, anger rose in his heart.
"Grass!"
"Uncle Wu, it's just this waste. I didn't expect that he really dared to come!"
"Broken his limbs and let him take a good look at how I messed with his woman!"
When Wang Ming saw Lin Pingfan, his face became even more fierce, and he even felt an inexplicable excitement and excitement!
Wu Xianhe raised a bloodthirsty smile on his lips and said to Lin Pingfan sinisterly: "You are very brave and dare to break into the Wang family at night."
"Although courage is commendable, it is a death sentence to anger Mr. Wang!"
After saying this, Wu Xianhe's eyes ruthlessly, he held the dagger back and rushed directly towards Lin Pingfan.
At the same time, a heat wave had already risen when the palm of the dagger was holding tightly, causing the air within an inch of the palm to become distorted!
Internal strength!
In Yanxia, this is also a master!
‘Swish!’
A cold light flashed, and the dagger slashed hard at Lin Pingfan's throat!
Lin Pingfan did not dodge or dodge, and suddenly raised his hand, and a sword finger directly blocked the sharp dagger!
‘Zheng!’
The sound of metal collision sounded, splashing a wave of sparks, and the dagger was blocked in mid-air!
Of course, it was not the dagger blocked by Lin Pingfan's sword finger.
But a silver needle as thin as a hair in the sword finger!
Moreover, the air twisted in the air half a foot between Lin Pingfan’s fingers!
This time, he also used his internal energy.
It’s not that you lose, but that you vent your anger!
"What!?"
"Your internal strength... is so strong!"
When Wu Xianhe saw the scope of Lin Pingfan's internal energy venting, his whole body trembled violently and his eyes trembled!
Lin Pingfan ignored it, turned his hand into a palm, and slapped Wu Xianhe in the chest!
With a dull bang, Wu Xianhe flew backwards and hit the wall hard, while his chest had collapsed!
He directly gave Wu Xianhe a chance with one blow, he was simply too weak.
Even Huang Feihong's senior brother in Xiangshan would be of no use.
This scene made Wang Ming stunned when he saw it. He thought Wu Xianhe would destroy Lin Pingfan, but instead he was knocked away by one blow!
In amazement, Lin Pingfan rushed towards him like a ghost.
A rush to hit Wang Mingyi's nose hard!
In an instant, the nasal bones were sunken and blood spurted out!
With a 'swoosh', he flew backwards and knocked over the sofa!
Lin Pingfan took off his windbreaker and decisively covered Qian Yuehan's Hongguoguo's body.
Qian Yuehan cried into Lin Pingfan's arms, his delicate body trembled constantly, and the despair in his eyes also dissipated when he saw Lin Pingfan.
But Lin Pingfan's face did not relax, but instead became more solemn.
One side of Zhou Ziyu's face was broken, and her blue-purple cheeks were swollen, as if a steamed bun was stuffed into her mouth.
The originally watery big eyes were swollen and there was only a gap left.
Wu Xianhe was very powerful, and he did not significantly stop his strength when he hit Zhou Ziyu, which made her a concussion.
If treatment is delayed, it is very likely that she will become an idiot.
"Zhou Ziyu's condition is a bit serious."
"Go first."
Lin Pingfan took a deep breath, looked at Wang Mingyi who was struggling behind the sofa, and said coldly: "Wang Mingyi, wait for me for two hours, and then I want you to take the thorns and apologize."
After saying that, he 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 entered Qian Yuehan and the others' room.
Lin Pingfan looked serious and put Zhou Ziyu on the bed, flipped his palm, and thirteen silver needles appeared between his fingers.
Thirteen needles of the Ghost Gate, and thirteen silver needles pierced Zhou Ziyu's head and swollen face.
Zhou Ziyu was still conscious at this moment. She squinted her eyes, her breath was weak, and she stared at Lin Pingfan in front of her with a serious expression.
She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to say thank you.
But her swollen face made her unable to even open her mouth.
"Don't talk, just have a sleep."
Lin Pingfan said softly, his hands did not stop.
Qian Yuehan was still sobbing, holding Zhou Ziyu's slender and slender hands tightly, his eyes full of worry!
Lin Pingfan changed seven or eight methods of needle insertion in succession, completely stabilizing Zhou Ziyu's injury.
"It's all right."
"She can reply after a few days of rest."
It took Lin Pingfan a full half an hour later to put away the silver needle and said to Qian Yuehan.
"Brother Pingfan, thank you!"
At this moment, Qian Yuehan couldn't help feeling wronged and threw himself into Lin Pingfan's arms again, bursting into tears.
Because she pounced a little suddenly, she forced Lin Pingfan to the bed.