The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

He came fiercely, and he clearly wanted to kill the kid who had badly done his good deeds on the spot.

Chen Canan retreated back, still not forgetting to call out: "Brother Yong, Brother Yong, let's have a misunderstanding. If you have something to say, there is no need to shout and kill, right?"

However, his sullen expressions of favor were of no use to a cold-blooded assassin.

In the process of escaping, he caught a glimpse of the dark military thorn in the opponent's hand, somewhat frightened. If you are stabbed by this thing, you will have to get rid of half your life if you don't die.

Fortunately, Qiao Wen reminded him that he was prepared.

Jumping to the weapon stand, Chen Jianan picked up a long stick in his hand, glanced at the incense that was lingering and burning not far away, and remembered Qiao Wen's words to let him delay enough time.

The entrance and exit doors of this yard have been locked, and it must be impossible to escape. Fortunately, although the yard is not big, there are two crooked-necked banyan trees and a small flower bed. Although it can't hide, it is enough for him to deal with it for a while.

Therefore, his incarnation has always been dexterous and playful, using the flower beds and banyan trees to run around in circles to prevent Ruan Yong from approaching him.

For a time, the entire yard was jumping like a chicken flying dog.

Zhao Shanhai, who was drinking tea outside, listened to the movement inside and asked Uncle Cao beside him: "How is it?"

Uncle Cao glanced inward through the crack of the door and smiled back: "This boy is quite clever, but I don't think it will last long. It will only annoy Ruan Yong, and it will not taste good."

"Then it depends on the life of this kid." Zhao Shanhai smiled disapprovingly, obviously not caring about the life and death of the people inside.

Although Chen Jianan was a member of him and Xingshe, Xiao Ma Zi, who was ill-fated, died when he died.

Chen Canan's tricks did not last long.

Because Ruan Yong was quickly angered by his monkey-like hiding in Tibet, when he jumped to the opposite side of the flower bed to separate him again, he roared, pulled up and jumped up, with his foot on the edge of the flower bed, and flew directly from above. After that, he swooped at Chen Canaan.

Chen Jianan knew that he couldn't hide this time, and after a glimpse of the burning incense, he met the blow against his scalp. When the army stab came towards his neck, he jumped up and let the army stab. Slashed across the neck and stabbed in the chest.

However, the extremely sharp army stab failed to penetrate his body. On the contrary, it was like a hard object hitting it, and it slapped and slipped.

When Ruan Yong was stunned, Chen Jianan quickly stepped back two steps, clutching his chest and grinning, "My uncle's armor seems to be fine."

But I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. This Wang Ba Laozi really came to his life. If Qiao Wen hadn’t expected it in advance, he had put on the armor wisely for self-defense. I was afraid that the army stab had already pierced his little boy. heart.

He is also a healthy young man. At this moment, he is pressed by people step by step, and he is ashamed as a tortoise grandson. He can't help showing his skills and let the other person see him. But he remembers what Qiao Wen said. If you do, you must never expose your true ability in this way.

Seeing that Ruan Yong hadn't regained his senses, he gritted his teeth and threw away the long stick in his hand. He flew forward and entangled his hands and feet together. He was particularly shameless. Using two rows of large white teeth, he gnawed **** the opponent's face. , Gnawing a mouth of blood.

Ruan Yong was already very irritable after he had just slipped a few big circles. At this moment, he was entangled with this kind of rascal Fan Clan, and it was even more angry. However, the monkey's fists and feet were average, but the energy was very big. In addition, with long hands and long feet, he was trapped at once, and the military thorns in his hands were useless.

Whether he is on the battlefield or as a killer, Ruan Yong has always taken a knife and dropped his hand. Wherever he has encountered such a situation, his original reason is cold-blooded, and he has been mixed up in a mess, but he feels a mess of the fire king in his heart jumping up, his eyes glimpsed When the incense became shorter and shorter, it became more frantic.

As a result, he was finally led by Chen Canaan, throwing all his original fists and killing tricks behind his head, hugged him, rolled on the ground, pulled his hair and punched his teeth.

Ruan Yong is in real chaos, but Chen Canan is in false chaos. Seeing this Wang Ba Laozi was successfully led by himself, he hurriedly looked for an opportunity to knock down his military stab, kicked it all the way, and continued to pester him with his hands and feet. Roll in place.

Disposing of the opponent's deadly weapon, let him feel relieved, and began to give full play to his Wangbaquan.

Ruan Yong was completely frantic, and forgot to look for an army stab, so he punched and slammed after a short time.

Chen Jianan’s Wang Ba fist definitely couldn’t beat the fists trained by Ruan Yong on the battlefield with live ammunition. After a few rounds, he was quickly defeated. The handsome facade was hit by two punches in succession, and his face was immediately muddled with blood. It was terrible.

Ruan Yong, who was gradually gaining the upper hand, fought harder and harder. After breaking away from the opponent's hands and feet, he finally recovered, kicked him away, and ran to pick up the army stab.

Chen Jianan, who fell on the ground, saw that there was only a small amount of incense left on the incense case, and it was about to be wiped out. He stepped back with his hands and feet, and yelled at Ruan Yong, who was walking step by step holding a military stab. : "The incense is burned, don't come over! Don't come! Lord Leopard, help!"

Ruan Yong was unmoved by his call for help. He was just grabbing the opponent's neck. When the military stab raised in the air was about to penetrate his head, a rough hand clasped his wrist in time.

He is a disciple of Zhao Shanhai.

Zhao Shanhai on the side said unhurriedly: "Ayong, people in the rivers and lakes have to behave, the incense is burned out, no matter what the result is, this matter will be over."

Ruan Yong had a dark face and let go of his hands unwillingly.

With a blood on his face, Chen Canan, seeing that his crisis was relieved, fell heavily to the ground as he unloaded his strength, closed his eyes, and fainted with "scare".

Zhao Shanhai frowned and glanced at the **** little Ma Tsai, and he pulled the corner of his mouth indifferently and said: "Smelly boy, fortune telling you!" He shouted to the outside, "Hurry up and bring people to the clinic."

Chen Jianan opened his eyes again, the person was already on the stretcher, and he spoke to the person as if gossiping: "Brother, take me to the Huashu Clinic."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again, tilted his head in coordination, and "fainted" again.

"Awen, my brother is injured. At Uncle Hua's place, he was beaten with blood on his face and his nose and eyes were invisible." Qiao Wen, who was at home reading the newspaper to learn about the times and waiting for Chen Canan's news, just watched When there was news about the stock market, the door of the concealed room in the house slammed open.

It was Hao Zai who ran in, howling.

Qiao Wen's heart was shocked, put down the newspaper and asked: "How is he?"

Hao Tsai shook his head with red eyes: "I don't know what the **** is going on. He didn't have the strength to speak, so he barely said a few words and asked me to come to you."

Qiao Wen felt clear and nodded: "Okay, I will go now."

Hao Zi did not forget to care about him: "Awen, how is your health?"

Qiao Wen said: "It's much better today, don't worry." After thinking about it, he said, "Don't tell Uncle Chen about Brother Nan's injury."

Chen Jianan’s father was a soldier when he was young. He was injured during the War of Resistance and had a lame leg. After he came to Gangcheng, he worked on fishing boats. He lived on fishing boats on weekdays and rarely went home.

He is a man who is upright, and he has finally gone home to rest for a few days, so naturally he can't make him worry about his son.

Qiao Wen followed Hao Tsai to the Huashu clinic. At this time, there was no one in the clinic except for Huashu and Chen Jianan who was lying on the hospital bed. That hospital bed is exactly the one Qiao Wen lay in yesterday.

"Brother Nan, how are you?" Qiao Wen stepped forward and asked.

Chen Jianan sat up from the bed and waved to his cousin: "Howard, if there is one here, just Xiao Qiao will do. You can go out and do your thing."

Hao Zai always regarded his words as imperial decree. Although he looked at his face, his eyes were not eyes, his nose was not a nose, and his standard was completely different, he was very worried, but he still obediently turned his head back and forth.

To be honest, Qiao Wen looked at the blood-stained man on the bed, and couldn't be sure how he was hurt. Can't help but touch his body up and down, wanting to see if there is any fatal injury.

"I'm okay! I'm okay!" Chen Canan brushed away his hand, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. Although they swelled into two slender mouse eyes, they did not prevent him from bursting out of the two gaps with excitement, because when talking Tugging at the wound, he inhaled and said, "Xiao Qiao, let me tell you, I told you all to guess it. The Vietnamese came to the door, and Lord Leopard lighted a half-pillar of incense, letting me and him solve it. I am. Remember your words, don’t expose your skills, and protect your vitals. It’s finally a surprise and no danger to drag the time."

Qiao Wen frowned and looked at him up and down, and asked: "You are covered in blood, are you seriously injured?"

Chen Jianan shook his head, touched his face, grinned with pain, and pulled out a piece of armor from his chest: "Don't worry, I'm really fine. When I wear this, it's basically a nosebleed. It looks serious, but it's actually a skin injury. Didn’t you say that I was injured a little bit, I deliberately made it more realistic, Lord Leopard, they thought I was seriously injured. In fact, this injury will be fine after two days."

When Qiao Wen saw the armor in his hand, he was a little relieved, and he was really dumbfounded. He nodded and said: "Then you stay at home for these two days and don't go out. Let the leopards think that you are lucky enough to take your life back. Really badly hurt,"

Chen Jianan grinned and said, "Thanks to your anticipation in advance this time, I was prepared for everything. That **** really came to my life. Xiao Qiao, I didn't know before, you are so smart."

Qiao Wen said: "What kind of cleverness is this? You can guess what Leopard's behavior style is."

Chen Canan said: "Then I didn't expect it."

"You are a fool."

Chen Jianan was not angry, but smirked: "You have been good at homework since you were a child. That must be smarter than me."

Because Hexing Society had so many eyes and ears, Chen Jianan lay in the Huashu Medical Center until dark before returning home. In order to look realistic, Hao Zai had to carry it back. The seventeen-year-old boy carried a big man on his back and was so tired.

Fearing that his father was worried, he didn't go home either, and went directly to Qiao Wen's house downstairs. Granny Qiao had seen him injured, and knew that he was not in a serious condition, so she didn't ask much, only made a pot of soup, two children a bowl each.

The old man went to bed early. Just after nine o'clock, the grandmother went back to the inner room to rest, leaving the two brothers who had eaten their stomachs full of soup to sit on the small sofa outside.

When there is electricity tonight, Qiao Wen continued to read the newspapers that he hadn't finished reading during the day under the dim light.

Although Chen Jianan was injured from head to toe and looked unhuman, he still couldn't sit still, swaying with disability, and craned his neck to lean in front of Qiao Wen's newspaper. He didn't look at it seriously. It's making trouble.

Qiao Wen had to put down the newspaper to pay attention to him: "Brother Nan, you are injured, or go to bed earlier?"

Chen Jianan: "I'm not a grandmother, how can I fall asleep so early?"

Qiao Wen said: "Then what do you want to do."

Chen Jianan stretched his two legs covered with red and swollen scars onto Qiao Wen's legs: "Xiao Qiao, are you looking for a job?"

Qiao Wen said: "I have graduated for two months, so I must be looking for something to do."

Chen Jianan said: "I told you that in those companies, foreigners do not look down on us Chinese, and they are all squeezed. You are like this, how can you withstand the toss."

Qiao Wen originally planned to find a job overwork first, but after seeing the situation, he is in the fifth grade. It is really not difficult to find an office clerical job, but at most one thousand yuan a month, even renting a room is decent. The apartments are not enough. So I quickly dispelled the idea of ​​looking for a job. Now the economy of Hong Kong City is taking off, and the real estate stock market is full of gold. In the next ten years, the city has created countless rich myths and legends of self-made. Big guys are everywhere, Lin Zihui and Chen Jianan in the original book are one of them.

Since he has the upper hand, he must not miss the opportunity.

He laughed and said, "Grandma is getting older, and I am already eighteen. How can I not make money? Is it possible to wait for my grandmother to sell dry goods to support me?"

Chen Jianan raised those dark eyes and said, "I will raise you."

Qiao Wen said: "You are so poor that you still support me?"

Chen Canan said: "Don't bully the young and poor, I will always make money."

Qiao Wenwen wanted to laugh, but immediately thought that this was indeed appropriate for him. The original Chen Canan, only four or five years after Qiao Wen's death, has become a powerful tycoon in Hong Kong-although he has been in power for less than two or three years, he was shot to death indiscriminately.

"Okay, let's go to bed early, you are not sleepy, I am sleepy."

Chen Jianan followed him into the bed happily. Because of the heavy movements, he touched the wound on his body, grinning in pain and sucking in the air.

Qiao Wen gave him most of the bed: "Honestly, although they are all skin injuries, they are good enough for you..."

Chen Jianan chuckled dismissively, and lay down carefully: "Xiao Qiao, I really have to thank you for today, otherwise this matter will definitely not be over."

"It's fine when it's over. Remember, no matter what happens in the future, don't promise people to do this kind of detrimental thing."

"Hey, I see, didn't I just watch you lying in the hospital bed with a breath of urgency?" He closed his eyes, then muttered a few words that I don't know. After a while, he let out a deep breathing sound and fell asleep.

Qiao Wen admired his open-minded character very much.

He listened to the breath in his ear silently, and he was suddenly surprised, because he realized that he had only come to this world one day, but whether it was the environment here or the young man beside him, he was used to knowing him. For many years.