The tone of voice was neither high nor low, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.

The sense of oppression is extremely strong.

Almost all of the young man's cold hair stood upside down, and he could already feel the slightest chill coming from his neck.

He couldn't turn his head, but he could still see it from the corner of his eye.

It's just a fan handle.

But how could a fan block him?

The most important thing is that he didn't hear any breathing at all!

Robot?!

Yu Xiheng's eyebrows were cold.

His hand was still holding the fan handle upside down, with slender fingers and white fingertips.

But suddenly the wrist bones moved, the fan handle moved down, and hit the young man on the shoulder at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

The young man was so frightened that he lost his voice, his whole body froze, and his brain completely stopped functioning.

Because he found that he could not move at all now.

Acupuncture hand!

How could this kind of Kung Fu, which was only available in the Great Xia Dynasty, appear here?!

A martial arts drama?!

The lights suddenly turned on, and Yu Xi raised his eyebrows slightly.

In less than half a second, he sat back in the wheelchair.

The handle of the fan tapped lightly on the palm, as if nothing had happened.

"Bang!"

Feng San ran down from upstairs and pressed the young man to the ground: "Say! Who sent you here?"

After he noticed someone entering the courtyard of the villa, he came out of the bedroom immediately, hoping to defeat the enemy.

But who would have thought that his ninth brother would actually be one step ahead of him.

Feng San was shocked and confused.

Could it be that his ninth brother has been in the living room and didn't go up?

Si Fuqing also came down.

She first glanced at Yu Xiheng, who was sitting in a wheelchair, and then looked at the young man Feng San was holding down.

"Eh, no." Si Fuqing was a little disappointed, "I've been waiting for so long and a little guy showed up?"

She deliberately exposed her aura when breaking the formation.

In this way, the head-dropping master will definitely track down her location after getting furious.

She could just sit back and wait.

The only one who was completely unaware was Feng San. He was confused: "So, so this person is here to assassinate you, Miss Si?!"

Since when did Miss Si and Brother Ninth receive the same treatment?

These two people are being hunted. How many international people will be mobilized?

"Yes." Si Fuqing touched his chin, "That's why I don't want to stay tonight, but I don't want to make the boss sad. I also asked you to go to bed early so that I can take action."

"Not bad Sansan, you are faster than me, you deserve encouragement!"

Feng San: "..."

He glanced at Yu Xiheng subconsciously, feeling very ashamed.

As a secret guard, Brother Jiu was left to take action on his own, so he might as well have died.

With a clear "ding" sound, Yu Xiheng placed the fan on the coffee table.

But when he heard it in the ears of the young killer, it was like a demonic voice filling his ears. His body trembled like chaff: "Spare my life! Spare my life! I am following the orders of others."

How could there be anyone with skills in a place like Lincheng?

"Look." Yu Xiheng's fingers were lightly clasped in a ring, and her tone was neither slow nor urgent, "How to deal with it?"

"It's fine if you want to kill me, but you can't kill the people around me." Si Fuqing squatted down and said, "I'm developing a new medicine recently. Let me give it to you to try."

Before the young man could say "no", a cold pill with a strawberry flavor was stuffed into his throat.

Almost instantly, he felt pain like wind cutting through his limbs.

Not only that, I also had a very explosive burning sensation in my stomach, and my internal organs were all mixed together.

"Isn't it delicious?" Si Fuqing opened his medicine box, "Look, it's chocolate flavored and has matcha flavor."

Feng San took a step back in awe.

Miss Si is very good at pharmaceuticals and can make various flavors. Why is she such a killer in the kitchen?

"I really just accepted the mission!" The young man began to beg frantically for mercy, "I don't have any grudges with you personally! This lady, you sir have a lot of money, let me go... let me go!"

Feng San grabbed the young man's collar and forced him to raise his head: "Brother Ninth."

"There is an organization." Yu Xiheng nodded lightly, "Then we will deal with the consequences of your organization's betrayal."

The young man's eyes suddenly widened: "You... um!"

Feng San directly tied his mouth with tape and dragged him down.

Yu Xiheng turned around and saw Si Fuqing still looking at the fan.

He held his head, his eyes a little more meaningful: "Want to play?"

Si Fuqing raised his head, his fox eyes bright: "Is that okay?"

"Yeah." Yu Xiheng's voice was warm and cool, "It's not something important."

Si Fuqing then picked up the fan and looked at it completely.

It was also only this time that she saw the whole fan clearly.

When combined, the fan handle is sharp and the fan bone is as hard as a sword, but not as heavy as a sword.

When opened, the fan looks like a scimitar, and when it spins out, it can cut through marble.

There are even twelve golden needles hidden in this fan bone.

There is a mechanism on the fan handle that can be pressed.

With this press, twelve golden needles are fired simultaneously, and even if there are many people surrounding you, you can still survive.

The Mohist hidden weapon is the best in the world.

It's never a boast.

However, they are both weapons, and they actually have the same principles as the anti-gravity armor she made.

Si Fuqing turned the fan in her hand and put it down, then her eyes fell on the seemingly ordinary wheelchair under Yu Xiheng.

She bent down slightly and reached out to touch the wheel.

However, the man's cold fingers grabbed my wrist midway, and I heard a soft sigh from above my head: "Don't move here, I'm careful not to hurt you."

It was this sentence that made Si Fuqing confirm that this wheelchair was definitely a hidden weapon from top to bottom.

She took a step back and praised sincerely: "Boss, you are so awesome."

To allow the Mo family to create such a bone fan and this unique wheelchair, if Yu Xiheng was only the ninth son of the Yu family, he would probably be very unqualified.

"I hear you say that every day, and my ears are already numb." Yu Xiheng leaned on the wheelchair, "Are there any new words?"

"This time it's different."

"What's different?"

Si Fuqing was very serious: "This time I am more sincere."

When I came back, I heard this sentence from Feng San: "..."

"You are more sincere." Yu Xiheng sat upright and just looked at her, "So you were not sincere before?"

"Of course I'm sincere, one part sincere and two parts sincere." Si Fuqing coughed twice, "How can sincerity be so easy to give to others, don't you think so, boss?"

"Yes." Yu Xiheng paused, "My own siblings can also kill for power."

It was inevitable that he would recall the events of his previous life.

He was indeed not favored by the late emperor and did not even have the right to inherit. He was sent to the Buddhist Temple and was not allowed to return to the palace for six years.

It was not until later that he was forced to join the life and death struggle between the sixteen sons.

There is only one winner.

If you lose, it means death or imprisonment.
To be continued...