Chapter 295

"North brother, this man can't stay!"

Say, the gun in his hand points to the head of LAN Feng again.

LAN Feng body shape straight kneels, as if pointing to his head is not a gun, but what other unimportant things.

Even, his voice was firmer than just now, "Your Highness, now the people of the whole kingdom of Shiluo are looking for you, and those people will know your news immediately! You have to come back with me to keep you safe! "

Mu Junhao was angry and couldn't kill him, so he knocked hard on LAN's wind and roared in a panic: "shut up! Just with your crazy words, I can shoot you! You tell me, who asked you to say that? "

Mu Junhao's hand is not light. LAN Feng's forehead is broken and blood flows down.

But he didn't move. He didn't even shake.

The eyes of that pair of hawk Falcon stare at Li Fengbei for a moment, just say: "Your Highness, please come back with me."

"Ha ha!" Mu Junhao was mad at him. How could this happen? "Why don't you try again?"

"Junhao!" Li Feng made a sound to stop him.

He sat on the sofa, squinting, thoughtfully looking at LAN Feng, hands gently tapping the armrest.

My eyes are deep and I don't know what I'm thinking.

Seeing that Li Fengbei could still sit there calmly, Mu Junhao was so anxious that he jumped, "brother Bei, you have to say something! This man can't stay! "

"I have a sense of propriety!"

Li Fengbei lit a cigarette, which covered his face.

Bai Yichen didn't say a word in the whole process, but her thin lips became more and more tight.

He is a doctor. His instinct is to pay attention to the wound on Lanfeng's forehead.

According to the truth, such a small wound can scab quickly, especially for such a strong person, it is nothing at all.

But more than ten minutes later, the small wound was still dripping blood, and there was no sign of coagulation.

Is this a coincidence or

Thinking about it carefully, I was scared out of a cold sweat.

In fact, since Li Fengbei took control of the Li family, he began to secretly look for the secret of Li Fengbei's blood.

Over the years, I have controlled some information.

It's rare. It's not a disease. It's only genetic.

This result is of great significance. Apart from him and Li Fengbei, even Mu Junhao doesn't know.

He couldn't help looking to Li Fengbei.

Li Feng North also thought of this problem, aware of Bai Yi Chen's eyes, two people tacit understanding of a look at each other, lightly nodded.

Bai Yichen gets the instruction, the hand rises knife falls, a palm splits at the back of LAN Feng's head.

"Hall..." LAN Feng turned her eyes and fainted.

"Well, what are you doing?" Mu Junhao cried, seeing that their faces were solemn and their hearts were heavy.

He opened his eyes wide in disbelief, didn't he? Do you really believe what he said? "

The room was quiet again, but the atmosphere became solemn.

……

Wen Qiao hid in a hidden corner and called Li Fengbei again and again. But he couldn't get through. First, no one answered, and then he turned off the phone.

"Go over there, you must not let her run away!"

Behind him came the sound of footsteps, and Wenqiao covered his beating heart and shrunk in.

"There's no one here. Go ahead!" The little gangster's voice sounded a little irritated.

Wenqiao saw the knife in their hands. The sharp point of the knife flashed cold light in the setting sun. He almost peed.

A few minutes later, when they were gone, she crawled out.

She was afraid to walk on the road.

If her estimation is good, this should be the edge of the Cultural Park, turning over is the main road.

She took off her high heels and turned out along the wall.

All of a sudden, she was tripped by something at her feet. She exclaimed, and immediately fell a dog to chew mud and eat a mouthful of soil.

"What is it?"

She kneaded her waist in pain, turned her head and found an old man in his fifties and sixties lying on the ground.

His face was pale, and there was a cold sweat on his forehead.

The old man was wearing an orange vest with the words "everyone is responsible for the city's environmental sanitation".

It turns out that uncle is a sanitation worker.

Wenqiao looked at the old man's white hair, which made her think of her father inexplicably. Suddenly, she felt sad.

She boldly walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder, "big Uncle, are you ok? "

She looked around. There was no one on the empty road.

How could uncle faint here?

"Uncle, can you hear me?"

"Well..." The old man groaned bitterly, and did not answer her question or open his eyes.Wenqiao didn't dare to move him. He comforted him and said, "uncle, hold on, I'll help you right away!"

However, she felt left and right on her body and found that her mobile phone was missing. She lost it when she went over the wall just now.

"Uncle, what should I do?" She was worried and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, uncle's hand spread out, holding a mobile phone in her palm.

Wenqiao eyes a bright, know uncle is heard her voice, "uncle, you stand a little bit!"

She first made an ambulance call, then opened the address book and called uncle's family.

The first name in the call log shows his son. Without thinking about it, Wenqiao dials back to this number.

The phone rang only twice, and the other end was connected. Then a voice like spring breeze came into my ear, "Dad, are you better? Are you still dizzy? "

Wenqiao was stunned. He always felt that the voice was familiar.

"Dad?" Did not hear the answer, the voice of the people on the other end of the phone anxious.

Wenqiao came back and said, "Sir, are you uncle's son? Uncle fainted at the back door of the cultural park. Come quickly

I don't know if it's her illusion. I always feel that after hearing her voice, the opposite person is silent for a few seconds.

She thought he didn't hear clearly, and added anxiously: "Sir, we are here in the Cultural Park, you come quickly! I'll wait for you

"Good."

I'll wait for you!

What she didn't know was what kind of storm she had caused to the people at the other end of the phone with the three words she said unintentionally.

Wenqiao did not dare to move the old man, so he sat beside and talked to him.

She had never encountered such a thing, holding the old man's fingers were shaking, very afraid, but forced calm.

"Uncle, it's OK. The ambulance will be here soon."

"Uncle, let me sing you a song."

With that, she began to sing softly. I don't know if the body of the song played a soothing role. The old man didn't look so miserable any more.

At this moment, behind him came a confused voice: "Joe, what are you doing?"

She turned her head to look at it.