125 The more luck you get, the worse it will be [2 more]
The tone of voice was neither high nor low, and there was no emotional fluctuation at all.
The feeling 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, 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 come there are people with kung fu 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 only this time that she could see 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, "What new words are there?"
"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.
He can only win.
"All big and wealthy families seem to be like this. Boss, don't be too sad." Si Fuqing thought that he was talking about the Yu family and comforted him, "The brothers and sisters I know are all very good to me. I will introduce them to you in the future!"
Different from the reaction Si Fuqing expected, after hearing these words, Yu Xiheng actually laughed slightly: "You have such a lovable temperament, how can someone treat you badly?"
Where is the elder who will not pamper you?
Si Fuqing: "..."
Her ears felt hot for the first time, and she turned around quickly: "I'm going upstairs first. I have to go to work at eight o'clock tomorrow! Boss, please stop being busy and go to bed."
Feng San's face was stupefied and he stuttered: "Jiu, Brother Jiu, are you embarrassing Miss Si by praising her?"
Yu Xiheng glanced at him.
Feng San understood and immediately left: "I'll water the flowers!"
The cold wind was blowing outside, and Feng San recalled that when he suppressed the killer, the killer was already controlled by Yu Xiheng.
He fell into silence: "..."
Is this fan said to be only used for fanning and decoration?
Feng San knew that this fan was jointly forged by several elder-level forgers of the Mo family, and the material was unparalleled in the world.
But he has been with Yu Xiheng for so many years, and he has never seen Yu Xiheng use a fan.
Feng San thought for a moment and opened the small group.
[@ delivery boy, bitch, you made a bit of a mistake in your judgment. 】
[Express delivery guy]:???
[Master’s fan is not just for fanning. I saw other uses for it today. 】
After I sent this sentence, a group chat phone number popped up.
Feng didn't answer the three calls. He was very happy to see the people in the group jump and scold him again.
Sure enough, only by following Miss Si can you see these guys jumping up and down but unable to kill him.
So cool.
**
The next day, a new week arrives.
Lincheng newspapers and the economic pages of major news websites have reported that the Pei Group's capital chain is broken and it is expected to be completely bankrupt within this week.
Netizens who watched Xingting Law Firm’s Weibo post were completely convinced.
[Absolutely, Si Fuqing’s mouth should be open, whatever you say comes from what you say.]
[Don’t you want to pray now? Don’t you want to pray now? I’m going to pray!]
[Wait a minute, brother, add me.]
Si Fuqing also fell into silence when she saw the comments on her Weibo about "Koi Koi".
She quickly read through the fans' private messages, replied to a few comments, and then exited.
The computer interface returned to the Eastern continent of Oracle.
On the screen, above the head of the silver-masked swordsman was the glowing golden word "180" with full level.
Si Fuqing was satisfied.
Very good, she is waiting for the white-clothed violinist who killed her to come online, and she must kill him ten levels in a row!
Ji Xingzhi's assassin character was spinning next to her.
【NINE】: Forgot to ask, my luck has been robbed. It can’t be the same for everyone, right?
[Ji]: Of course, the more your luck is taken away, the harder it will be to take it back, because this proves that this person is highly compatible with your luck, and the longer time passes, the more this part of your luck will be completely integrated with him or her.
Well, if you burp, this part of your luck will completely belong to others.
【NINE】:[smile]
[Ji]: But the more you take, the worse it will be. Tsk tsk, I can’t wait to see the results. This level of luck transfer formation is definitely not something that an Onmyoji can handle. I have to go back and ask.
old man.
[Ji]: By the way, a new dungeon will be opened on Friday, have you all called? Everyone in the forum is betting on whether you can do it or not, so don’t miss it.
【NINE】: Missed? It’s already troublesome enough for me to take you on my first block, but why call someone else?
【Ji】:......
【Ji】: As expected of you, NINE God.
According to the legend of Jianghu, NINE is capable of killing opponents beyond level 40.
Si Fuqing stood up and went to the kitchen to get some fruit and bring it to Yu Tang.
At Yutang's strong request, she is also staying in the villa courtyard today.
In the bedroom next door.
Yu Tang lay on the table and started banging his forehead on the table with a depressed expression: "I'm so angry. I'm so angry!"
Si Fuqing pushed the door open and came in, squinting his fox eyes and looking over: "Tangtang, what are you doing? How many brain cells have you lost?"
"Swearing!" Yu Tang was very angry, "This person dislikes me, and it escalates to a gender attack!"
Wuwuwu, she is so useless that she can't even scold the other person.
Si Fuqing walked over and took a closer look.
Familiar Oracle interface.
[Current] [Lemon candy with ice]: Are you a girl? Are you a girl? What kind of PVP competition do you play? Can you not be embarrassed?
"Current" [Lemon Candy with Ice]: I'm really annoyed by you women the most. Every time I clear the dungeon, it just drags me down. If there are women, I can't pass the dungeon, so I just surrender, okay? What do you mean by you guys?
Besides being a nanny, what else can a woman do? It doesn’t involve any technical skills, so I’m really impressed!
"Current" [lemon candy with ice]: I'm speechless. It's so rubbish. Hurry up and open the last one. Don't waste my time.
Oracle's pvp (player versus player) system, if you are killed once, you will lose a level and equipment.
Yu Tang was killed three times and dropped three levels.
She practiced this level three for a full month.
Originally, Yu Tang was an optimist, and if she lost, she would lose. These three words made her burst into tears.
"Okay, you are quite arrogant and you look down on girls?" Si Fuqing patted the back of the chair and smiled, "Tangtang, get up."
Yu Tang was stunned for a moment, then stood up subconsciously and saw Si Fuqing sitting down in her original position.