The mad doctor who is the evil king chasing his wife is not easy to mess with

Chapter 529
Fang Yiran glanced at these three people, and said: "Young Master Xiao, Miss Shui, tell me, how should we deal with these thieves?"

The three of them were tied up and dragged out by the pill boy, and woke up by the cold wind outside.

Shui Lingyue glanced at the three of them, turned her eyes to Fang Yiran, and said, "Master Fang, in the past, how did you deal with small thieves?"

Fang Yiran raised his head and said: "When encountering a thief, according to the rules, first cut off his hands, and then throw him into the suburbs, let him fend for himself."

Shui Lingyue nodded, and said: "Stealing things, chopping hands, good idea!"

As she said that, Shui Lingyue took out a black hatchet from the space ring, which was given to her by Zhai Feng when she was in Wan'an City. Although it was a bit ugly, it came in handy at this time.

Shui Lingyue threw the hatchet to Fang Yiran and said, "Master Fang, I will lend you this knife."

Fang Yiran reached out to take it, held up the hatchet and walked towards the three of them.

Listening to their conversation, the three of them turned pale with fright. They all put their hands behind their backs and looked back at Feng Qianchou in unison, their eyes filled with the desire to ask for help.

Xiao Yichen walked slowly to Shui Lingyue, reached out and rubbed the soft hair on top of Shui Lingyue's head, and said with affection: "Yueyue, your hatchet is very blunt. If you lend it to shopkeeper Fang, don't you want Fang The shopkeeper is exhausted."

The faces of the three became paler when they heard it, and the hatchet was blunt, so it would be more painful to chop.

The three of them were about to cry. They looked at Feng Qianchou and said, "My lord!"

Feng Qianchou snorted coldly, secretly cursing the three of them as useless, and slowly gathered spiritual power in his hands, trying to find the right opportunity to escape.

Shui Lingyue turned her eyes to look at Feng Qianchou, and saw that he had a dignified face, a pair of extremely sharp eyes, slight pulsating veins in his temples, and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

Seeing his appearance, Shui Lingyue knew what he wanted to do.

Shui Lingyue walked towards the three of them slowly.

Feng Qianchou condensed more and more spiritual energy in his hands, just as he was using his hands hard, he broke free from the shackles of the iron net and flew towards the high wall.

Shui Lingyue quickly skipped over the three of them, and the steel needle in her hand flew out, piercing Feng Qianchou's vital point with a whoosh.

Feng Qianchou fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, breaking into a big character.

Feng Qianchou's cultivation was good at first, but he just inhaled a large amount of Chibacao's poisonous gas, and his spiritual power was greatly controlled.

Normally, beside Feng Wanshan, he was one of the top experts, but now he was knocked down by a yellow-haired girl, how reconciled he was.

Feng Qianchou glared fiercely at Shui Lingyue, that gaze was like a sharp sword, if the sharp sword of gaze could penetrate a person's body, Shui Lingyue would have been pierced by now.

Fang Yiran waved his hand and said, "Tie him up soon."

Immediately, a pill boy stepped forward and tied Feng Qianchou tightly.

Fang Yiran looked at Feng Qianchou and asked, "Say! Who sent you here?"

Feng Qianchou glared at him fiercely, snorted coldly, and remained silent.

Fang Yiran was so angry that he said, "Hey, if you don't talk, I have other ways to know."

As he spoke, Fang Yiran walked up to the other three with a machete in his hand, and pulled one's arm, as if to chop.

The man hurriedly shouted: "No! I...I said."

Fang Yiran nodded and said, "Then tell me."

The man said: "We are here to get Jiuzhuan Xumai Ointment."

"Nonsense!" Fang Yiran stared, and said, "During the day today, I said that Jiuzhuan Xumai Ointment is sold out."

(End of this chapter)