Mu Zichuan snapped his fingers.

"Here comes the problem!"

"What's the problem?" the thief asked.

Mu Zichuan said: "When you say 'I want to kill you', the 'I' is you."

"And when I say, 'You are going to kill me,' the 'I' is me."

"This means that you are me, and I am you!"

"What?"

The thief was a little crazy.

Behind the black mask, the eyes were moving, as if the brain was short-circuited.

"No, how could I be you?" the thief said in confusion.

Mu Zichuan said: "The person you want to kill and kidnap is actually yourself!"

"Think about your family, your wife and children. It's late at night. They are waiting for you to come home! Put down the dagger and give yourself a way to survive..."

"Wife and children..."

Something complicated flashed through the thief's confused eyes because of this word.

The hand holding the dagger also dropped a bit.

Mu Zichuan suddenly pushed the thief and shouted: "Tang Yazi, why are you still standing there, help me!"

While he was massaging the thief, Luo Fengtang had already spotted the opportunity.

With a tiger's lunge, he knocked the thief to the ground with one kick.

The dagger fell to his feet and was kicked away by Luo Fengtang.

By the time the thief came to his senses, Luo Fengtang's iron hand had tightened his throat, making him unable to move.

But here, Yang Ruoqing looked at Mu Zichuan and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Is this...is this okay?" she murmured.

The thief was originally very vigilant.

It was because of Mu Zichuan's tongue twisters that he got sucked into it.

He was distracted and was caught.

See Yang Ruoqing's surprise in her eyes.

Mu Zichuan shook his black hair and put his hands behind his back: "Knowledge is power."

"From now on, you can no longer say that you are a useless scholar!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded quickly.

"No problem, you will no longer be useless!" she said.

Muzichuan's head was covered with black lines.

Over there, Luo Fengtang's voice came.

"Qing'er, I found it. He really stole it!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing came over quickly.

He took the field deed handed over by Luo Fengtang.

Then, he raised his foot and kicked the thief on the ground several times.

"Tell me, who sent you here?" she asked.

The thief lying on the ground had his black mask ripped off by Luo Fengtang.

He is a handsome middle-aged man.

His facial features and eyebrows were not as sinister as she imagined.

On the contrary, he has a Chinese-character face, a beard, and an awe-inspiring air between his eyebrows.

"They say love comes from the heart. Doesn't this brother look like a bad guy?"

Mu Zichuan also came over, looked at the person who kidnapped him, and said in surprise.

Luo Fengtang rolled his eyes at Mu Zichuan: "Bad people don't write the word 'bad guy' on their faces."

Muzichuan snorted and shrank back.

Here, Yang Ruoqing slapped the thief in the face again.

"What is my aunt asking you? Who sent you here? Is it Mr. Li?" she asked again.

The thief stared at Yang Ruoqing with a cold expression.

"If you want to kill or behead him, you can do whatever you want. If you want me to surrender someone, there's no way!" he said.

"Oh, your bones are pretty hard, aren't they? Well, I'll help you, let me show you which one is harder, your bones or my knife!"

Yang Ruoqing said, and then ordered Luo Fengtang: "Tie this thief to the woodshed in the backyard of the restaurant, and then go back and interrogate him slowly!"

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang gagged the thief's mouth, tied his hands and feet, and carried him out of the house.

Yang Ruoqing was about to leave, but something suddenly occurred to her and she stopped again.

His eyes swept towards Mu Zichuan over there.

"How's the injury on your arm?" she asked.

The scratch made by the thief earlier on her and Luo Fengtang's bodies was simply a superficial wound.

If it bleeds a little, just bandage it and it'll be fine.

But this injury fell on Muzichuan...

Sure enough, it was okay if she didn't ask. When he asked, Mu Zichuan seemed to realize that he was injured.

"Oh, oh, why does my arm hurt so much?"

He raised his injured arm and glanced at the red mass.

"I can't, I can't, I'm so dizzy, I can't stand still..."

As he said that, he was really about to fall down.

Luo Fengtang, carrying the thief on his body, had already reached the door and had no time to come over to help him.

It was Yang Ruoqing who came over quickly and helped Mu Zichuan.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Mu Zichuan's injured arm was hanging down, and his good hand was tightly holding Yang Ruoqing's sleeve.

"Qing'er, I, I'm very bad. I feel like the whole room is shaking..."

"I still feel sick and want to vomit..."

As he spoke, his tall figure really tilted down, and his head rested on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Is this kid dizzy?

She doesn't suffer from bleeding, but she has seen other people suffer from bleeding.

The symptoms were exactly as he said, and they were said to be very painful and sad.

In severe cases, shock may occur.

"Tangyaozi, you take the thief to the restaurant's woodshed first. I'll help Mu Zichuan take care of his wounds and then go find you."

She quickly said to Luo Fengtang.

Luo Fengtang stood at the door and stared at Mu Zichuan.

Especially when he saw Mu Zichuan resting his head on Yang Ruoqing's shoulder, his face darkened.

Seeing Luo Fengtang's face darken, Yang Ruoqing was also very embarrassed.

"He was injured because of us, so we can't leave him alone, right? Hehe..."

She smiled apologetically and explained to Luo Fengtang.

While trying to push the head of someone on his shoulders to the side.

Damn it, isn't it dizzy? Why is your head still so heavy?

Can't even push it away!

Luo Fengtang watched all this, then he turned around and came back with the thief on his shoulders.

"Qing'er is right. He was implicated by us. I'm here to help him deal with his wounds!"

He said, throwing the thief on his shoulder directly to the ground.

The poor thief, who innocently became Mu Zichuan's cannon fodder, hit the ground hard, and his tail vertebrae almost cracked before he could apply the medicinal wine.

Here, Luo Fengtang grabbed Mu Zichuan by the collar and lifted him directly from her shoulders to a stool aside.

He held Mu Zichuan's shoulders and asked him to sit down.

Mu Zichuan immediately raised his head and opened his eyes angrily.

Seeing that the light in front of him had dimmed, it was Luo Fengtang standing in front of him.

"Tangyazi, what are you going to do?"

Muzichuan asked nervously.

Luo Fengtang curled his lips: "I'll help you take care of your wounds!"

As he spoke, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm, rolled up his sleeve, and exposed the wound.

"Tch, the cat's paw scratches it more than that, and it hurts and faints?"

Luo Fengtang asked Mu Zichuan.

Mu Zichuan blushed and defended: "The pain is secondary, I feel dizzy."

"Bleeding? Will the bleeding wait until now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

"When I talked to a thief before, he was stunned by you."

"You're not fainting from blood, you're dizzy when you see Qing'er. Are you still playing tricks on Qing'er, thinking I'm blind?"

Luo Fengtang got straight to the point.
Chapter completed!