Chapter 483

"Zhou Lihua, have a face." Yi Nanfeng grabs Zhou Lihua's hand that he hasn't had time to drop, and returns with a backhand slap.

"You hit me, Yi Nanfeng. You dare to slap me." Zhou Lihua's eyes are red and he is holding Yi Nanfeng's hair.

"Well, what are you doing? Let go." Han Qingchi quickly went up to the fight.

The villagers were very interested in watching the fun, but an old man said anxiously, "don't fight, two boys. What do you look like?"

It was very difficult for two men to fight. It was not until Yi Nanfeng was almost pushed down that Han Qingchi helped Yi Nanfeng and pushed Zhou Lihua away.

"Zhou Lihua, you can doubt me or the authenticity of that picture. However, we should also speak with evidence, not by the loud voice. If you're still like this, let's go to the police station, OK? " Han Qingchi pulls Yi Nanfeng behind him and looks at Zhou Lihua coldly.

Often ruffian, a uninhibited appearance of Han Qingchi, once serious, pour really has a deterrent.

Zhou Lihua choked with the three words of the police station. His face turned white.

The police station, of course, can't go, because, he really started, in case of the police there, he carries such a charge, but it's over.

"What? afraid to? Are you guilty? "

Han Qingchi drew up the corner of his lips and gave a sharp smile. Yi Nanfeng, who was holding hands with him, looked at his sharp and handsome side face. His mood was very complicated.

Zhou Lihua didn't speak. He glared at Yi Nanfeng, but suddenly he fell down unexpectedly.

"Oh, why are you dizzy?"

The villagers gathered together to pat Zhou Lihua's face and sniffed his breath.

"Child, this is dizzy, help up quickly."

A group of people are in a hurry. Yi Nanfeng is calm and looks at it calmly. He is really dizzy or fake. Who knows?

"Don't worry. I think he will faint because he is in a hurry. Let me have a look. "

Yi Nanfeng walked over and explored Zhou Lihua's pulse. In fact, when he just touched Zhou Lihua's hand, he obviously felt the change of his heart rate.

The old technique is repeated, and Yi Nanfeng sneers in his heart.

"Don't worry. I'll wake him up with two injections."

Yi Nanfeng said and took out the moxibustion needle at any time.

"Nanfeng boy, can you do this? Is it true or what? Life matters? Don't be kidding

White beard is a little uneasy. To tell the truth, everyone in a village grew up watching Yi Nanfeng grow up. They didn't know he had such a skill.

"Don't worry, I don't do anything I'm not sure about." Yi Nanfeng smiles gently. Seeing the sweat on Zhou Lihua's forehead, he slowly unfolds the needle, picks out the thickest hexagonal needle, and holds Zhou Lihua up and presses the acupoint on his shoulder blade.

Even if you press it lightly with your hand, you will feel pain, but it will not hurt people's lives. This is the most suitable place for people who pretend to be dead.

A slight tremor exposed someone's inner panic, but Zhou Lihua was still very dedicated and motionless.

Yi Nanfeng narrowed his eyes and pushed Zhou Lihua's clothes up a little and stabbed him with the array.

"Ah." Zhou Lihua cried out in pain and almost screamed. He pushed Yi Nanfeng away. "Yi Nanfeng, do you want to stab me to death?"

The needle was still stabbing, and his whole arm was painful and numb, as if in a cramp, but more painful than the cramp.

"Ah, you pull it out quickly. Where did you prick it?" Zhou Lihua's painful face was twisted. He wanted to reach his arm, but he couldn't reach it.

"Don't worry, it's just to help you calm down. Don't you think it works? It's good again. " Yi Nanfeng always has a faint smile in his mouth. His long eyelashes cover up the hatred in his black eyes. Everything is just beginning. This lesson is just a prelude.

"Ah, you You're killing me. Where did you learn these things when you grew up among the poor? "

Yi Nanfeng pursed his lips, and his star eyes, like ice, slowly approached Zhou Lihua.

"What are you doing? Don't come here. " Zhou Lihua retreated with fear.

"Pull out the needle for you. If you want to keep it, I can't give up my needle." Yi Nanfeng can't help but hold down Zhou Lihua's shoulder and suddenly pulls out the needle.

"Oh, it's killing me." Zhou Lihua's face was twisted, gritted his teeth and raised his hand. However, Han Qingchi quickly stepped up, pulled Yi Nanfeng back and grasped Zhou Lihua's wrist.

"You can't cover up your crime with the trick of becoming angry. If you do this, you will infringe upon your personal safety, and the crime will be more serious. "

"You, you unite to bully me, I will make you regret."

Zhou Lihua glared, tears in his eyes, and ran away in the eyes of all the ridicule."Tut Tut, you know people, you know your face, but you don't know your heart."

After watching a good play, the villagers were quite moved and were still talking about it when they left.

Han Qingchi came with a lively attitude. However, he took a look at Yi Nanfeng's cold look, and the hatred and contempt that burst out in his clear eyes immediately made him feel that this man was not simple.

It seems that he was somehow involved in what complex bloodbath?

Zhou Lihua was carried away, and his home was clean. Yi Nanfeng closed the door silently and went back to his room to clean up the disturbed place.

Han Qingchi looked at his neat and quiet appearance when packing things. He was totally different from the one just now. He was more and more curious about this man.

"Well, I lied for you this time. What kind of grudge do you have with that man

"You're not stupid enough to see the extent of the situation." Yi Nanfeng doesn't look up.

"He made you drown, so you asked me to take these fake photos just to force him to tell the truth? But how do you know that my cousin and that difficult figure are similar? "

To tell you the truth, Han Qingchi was really shocked when he saw Zhou Lihua, because his cousin's body and side face are really similar to Zhou Lihua. If you don't look carefully, you will really miss it.

"The eldest young master is so famous. I know that the people in your family are not strange things."

"You don't prevaricate me, Yi Nanfeng. Who are you?"

Han Qingchi leaned over, leaned down and looked at Yi Nanfeng. He raised his head, and his clear eyes met his four eyes, almost digging his breath.

"Me?" Yi Nanfeng smiles, "it's a person who doesn't matter to you. Han Qingchi, you have paid back the favor you owe me, and this one. "