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How to deal with it then? Our side is not an opponent, and Fu Wenhao's attitude is unknown.

At this time, Fu Wenhao stepped forward and blocked his way, and said with both hands: "Senior, I am the owner of this garden. Today I am here to have tea. They are all Fu Wenhao's guests. I hope that the senior can give me a face and not hurt the guests I hosted."

"I am willing to share any grudges."

Although it was a pleasant thing for the old woman to break Tang Wen's hand, Ye Lingtian was happy about it. Unfortunately, Fu Wenhao is the owner of the garden. He has the responsibility to protect the guests from being harmed, otherwise Fu Wenhao's prestige will be reduced and he will be snatched by Mrs. Wei.

"No one can stop me, and no one can share it."

The old woman did not make any noise because of Fu Wenhao's appearance. She might not even know who Fu Wenhao is. She just expressed her principles lightly: "I have two advantages, one is to protect my shortcomings, and the other is to be fair. He wants Cassie, and I want him to have an arm."

When she was speaking, her body was slightly hunched, and she couldn't help but cough a few times, which made people worry about her breaking her waist. Then her voice came out hoarse: "If it were someone else, who wouldn't be the one who was killed?"

"A woman, it is inevitable that she is kind."

She smiled faintly at Fu Wenhao, and wrinkles bloomed one by one: "Young man, don't feel frustrated when you lose face. You are not bowing your head in front of others, but giving in to me. So it's best not to bend your hands for the sake of face, otherwise you will only regret your choice."

"childish!"

The scholar didn't know when it happened. He missed a good show and rushed up without saying a word. He swung his fist and directly hit the old woman in front of him. Jiang Zhantian, who was struggling to enter the door with scars, saw this, and wanted to shout like Ye Lingtian and Fu Wenhao, but it was half a beat late.

"Bang!" Before the scholar who waved his fists and was as powerful as a cow, the crutch was pressed on his abdomen. Although he had already held the crutch, the force still shook him away. With a dull and loud noise, the scholar's huge body fell backwards and spewed out a mouthful of thick blood like Tang Wen.

The third grandma even kicked out a stone, nailed the scholar's collar and hit the tree, "Bang!"

The scholar smashed on an ornamental tree with a thick thigh, and made another sound in the air. He leaned against the tree with severe pain, and tried his best to gather the strength to stand up. What shocked him the most was that the big tree behind him snorted, and the thick bark collapsed and cracked.

It felt like a miserable wound. The skin was turning out, revealing the red flesh inside. Then, the trees that had cracked the protective layer slowly collapsed. In Ye Lingtian's vision, a black line was slowly spreading from the trunk of the scholar's head, like a zipper that was pulled apart in two.

The cracks on the stone are bottomless and seem to have penetrated the trees. The cracks gradually spread from above and stretched gradually and connected into one, as if a magical craftsman drew an ink line along the place in an instant. However, this black line is not painted with ink, but the masterpiece of a small stone by the third grandma.

A middle-centered leaf on the top of the tree also cracked in half.

There was a loud bang. As the scholar shouted and evacuated, the trees fell to the ground in half, their eyes full of shock and fear. Everyone's mouths were wide open and exposed their teeth, so that the dust and gravel that gradually spread out into the sky blew into their mouths, and they did not react at all.

The next second, screams rang!
Chapter completed!