Chapter 125 The more luck you get, the worse it gets [2 more]

The tone of    is neither high nor low, not even emotional fluctuations.

   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 coolness coming from his neck.

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

   is just a fan handle.

  How could a fan block him?

   Most importantly, he didn't hear any breathing at all!

   Robots? !

   Yu Xiheng's brows and eyes were cold.

  His hand was still holding the handle of the fan upside down, his fingers were slender and white at the tips.

   But suddenly the wrist bone turned over, the fan handle moved down, and hit the youth on the shoulder at a speed that was hard to detect with the naked eye.

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

   Because he found that he couldn't move at all.

   Pointing Hands!

   This kind of kung fu only in the Great Xia Dynasty, how could it appear here? !

   Martial arts drama? !

The    light suddenly came on, Yu Xiheng raised her eyebrows slightly.

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

   The handle of the fan tapped the palm of his hand, as if nothing had happened.

"boom!"

  Fengsan ran downstairs and pressed the young man to the ground: "Speak! Who sent you here?"

   After he noticed that someone had entered the small courtyard of the villa, he immediately came out of the bedroom, trying to conquer the enemy.

   But who would have thought that his ninth brother was still one step ahead of him.

  Fengsan was surprised.

   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 pressing.

   "Eh, no." Si Fuqing was a little disappointed, "I waited for so long and a little guy came?"

   She deliberately revealed her aura when she broke the formation.

  In this way, the head descender will definitely track down her position after being furious.

   She can just sit back and wait.

   Feng San was the only one who didn't know about it at all. He was stunned: "So, so this person is here to assassinate Miss Si you?!"

  When did Miss Si get the same treatment as Brother Jiu?

   Both of them are being hunted down, how many people in the world have to be mobilized?

   "Yeah." 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 told you to go to bed early so that I can do it."

   "That's right, Sansan, you are faster than me, you deserve encouragement!"

  Fengsan: "..."

   He glanced at Yu Xiheng subconsciously, very ashamed.

   As a dark guard, he let Brother Jiu do it himself, he might as well just die.

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

   But in the ears of the young killer, it was like a demonic voice, and his body trembled like a sieve: "Forgive my life! Forgive my life! I am following other people's orders! I have no malice!"

   In a place like Lincheng, how can there be people who have kung fu?

   "Look." Yu Xiheng's fingers were lightly clasped into a ring, her tone was slow and unhurried, "How to deal with it?"

   "If you want to kill me, it's okay to kill the people around me." Si Fuqing squatted down, "I'm developing a new medicine recently, let me give you a taste."

   Before the youth could say "no", a cold, strawberry-flavored pill was stuffed in his throat.

   Almost instantly, he felt a wind-cut pain in his limbs.

   Not only that, there was a very bursting burning sensation in the stomach, and the internal organs were all mixed together.

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

  Fengsan took a step back in awe.

  Miss Si is very good at pharmaceuticals, and she can make various flavors. How can she be a kitchen killer.

   "I really just took on an organizational mission!" The young man began to beg for mercy frantically, "I don't have any grudges with you! This lady, you have a lot, let me... let me go!"

  Fengsan grabbed the youth by the collar and forced him to raise his head.

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

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

   His mouth was directly wrapped by Feng San with tape, and then dragged down.

  Yu Xiheng turned her head and saw that Si Fuqing was still looking at the fan.

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

  Si Fuqing raised his head, the fox's eyes were bright: "Is it okay?"

   "Well." Yu Xiheng's voice was 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 completely saw the whole picture of this fan.

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

When    is opened, the fan surface is like a machete, and it can smash marbles by flying out.

   Even, there are twelve gold needles hidden in this fan bone.

  There is an organ at the fan handle that can be pressed.

   With this one click, twelve golden needles are sent out, even if there are many people besieged, they will not fall behind.

  The Mohist hidden weapon is the best in the world.

   is never a boast.

   But they are both weapons, in fact, they have the same principle as the anti-gravity armor she made.

  Si Fu tilted 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.

   was caught on the wrist by the man's cold fingers in the middle, and a sigh fell from the top of his head: "Don't move this, be careful to hurt you."

   is also the same sentence, which made Si Fuqing confirm that this wheelchair is definitely a hidden weapon from top to bottom.

   She took a step back and said sincerely, "Boss, you are really amazing."

   The Mo family can create such a bone fan and this unique wheelchair. If Yu Xiheng is only the ninth son of the Yu family, I am afraid it is very unqualified.

   "I hear you say this every day, and my ears have grown calluses." Yu Xiheng leaned on the wheelchair, "What new words are there?"

   "This time is different."

   "Something is different."

  Si Fuqing is very serious: "This time I have more sincerity."

   When I came back, I heard Feng San: "..."

   "It's more sincere." Yu Xiheng sat upright, just looking at her, "So you weren't sincere before?"

   "Of course it's true, one is true, and two are true." Si Fuqing coughed lightly, "How can sincerity be so easy to give people, do you think so, boss?"

   "Yes." Yu Xiheng paused, "My biological siblings can also be killed for power."

   He inevitably recalled the events of his previous life.

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

   Until later, he was forced to join the sixteen sons' life-and-death struggle.

   There is only one winner.

   lose, that is death is captivity.

   He can only win.

   "It seems like this is the case with big and powerful families. Don't be too sad, boss." Si Fuqing thought that he was talking about the Yu family and comforted him, "The brothers and sisters I know are very good to me, and I will introduce them to you in the future!"

   Unlike Si Fuqing's thought, Yu Xiheng laughed slightly after hearing this: "You have such a likable temperament, why would anyone treat you badly?"

   There are elders who will not spoil them.

  Si Fuqing: "..."

   Her ears became hot for the first time, and she quickly turned around: "I'm going upstairs first, and I have to go to work at eight tomorrow! Boss, don't be too busy and go to bed."

  Feng Sanmu grinned and stammered: "Ninth, Ninth brother, are you praising Miss Si so embarrassed?"

   Yu Xiheng glanced at him.

  Fengsan understood and immediately got out: "I'm going to water the flowers!"

   The cold wind was blowing outside, Feng San recalled that when he suppressed the killer, the killer had already been controlled by Yu Xiheng.

   He fell into silence: "..."

   That fan is only used for fans and decorations?

  Fengsan knew that this fan was jointly forged by several elder-level casters 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.

  Fengsan thought for a moment and opened the small group.

  【@Express brother, dog stuff, you made a mistake in your judgment. 】

  【Brother Courier】: ? ? ?

  【Ninth Brother's fan is not only used for fans, I have seen other uses today. 】

   This sentence was sent out, and a group chat call jumped out directly.

  Feng didn't answer three times, and he was very happy to see the people in the group jumping and scolding him again.

   Sure enough, only by following Miss Si can you see these guys jumping up and down and unable to kill him.

   is really 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 has broken, and it is expected to be completely bankrupt within this week.

   The netizens who watched the Weibo post of Star Court Law Firm were completely convinced.

   [Absolutely, Si Fuqing's mouth opened wide, what to say. 】

  【This is not worship? This is not goodbye? I went to worship! 】

  【Wait, brother, add me one. 】

  Si Fuqing also fell into silence as she watched the comments on her Weibo, all lined up to worship the koi.

   She quickly read the fans' private messages, replied a few more comments, and then withdrew.

The    computer interface has returned to the eastern continent of the Oracle.

   On the screen, the silver masked swordsman had the words "180" full of gold glittering on top of his head.

   Si Fuqing was satisfied.

  Very good, she waited for the white-robed violinist who killed her to come online, and she must kill him at level 10 in a row!

   The assassin character played by Ji Xingzhi was spinning beside her.

  【NINE】: Forgot to ask, my luck was robbed, it is impossible for everyone to rob the same, right?

【Ji】: Of course, the more you take your luck, the harder it will be to take it back, because it proves that this person and your luck are highly compatible, and the longer time goes by, this part of luck and ta will soon be completely integrated. Well, if you burp, this part of luck will 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 out? The forums are betting on whether you can do it or not, so don't miss out.

  【NINE】: Missed? If I block ten, it's enough trouble to take you, and call someone else?

  【Ji】:......

  【Ji】: As expected of you, NINE God.

  In the legend of Jianghu, NINE can kill opponents at level 40.

   Si Fu leaned up and went to the kitchen to get the fruit to Yu Tang by the way.

  At Yu Tang's strong request, she is also living in the courtyard of the villa today.

   In the adjoining bedroom.

  Yu Tang was lying on the table and started to kowtow on the table with a depressed expression: "I'm so mad at me!"

  Si Fuqing pushed open the door and came in, squinting his fox eyes and looking over: "Tangtang, what are you doing? How many brain cells do you have to die?"

   "Cursing!" Yu Tang was very angry, "This person thinks I'm a dish, and it even rises to a gender attack!"

   woo woo

  Si Fuqing walked over and took a closer look.

   Familiar oracle interface.

   "Current" [lemon candy with ice]: Female, right? What kind of pvp do you play girl? Can you not be ashamed?

   "Current" [Lemon Candy with Ice]: I really annoy you women the most. Every time I brush a dungeon, I will only hold back my dungeon. If there are women, I have never cleared the dungeon. Can I just surrender? You said what else can you girls play besides play nurse? No technical operation, really service!

   "Current" [Lemon Candy with Ice]: It's really **** to be speechless, hurry up and drive the last one, don't waste my time.

   Oracle's pvp (player-to-player) system, if you are killed once, you will lose one level and equipment.

   Yu Tang was killed three times and dropped three levels.

   She practiced these three levels for a full month.

   Originally, Yu Tang was an optimist, and if she loses, she loses. These three sentences made her cry.

   "Okay, very arrogant, look down on girls?" Si Fuqing patted the back of the chair and smiled, "Tangtang, get up."

  Yu Tang was stunned for a while, then got up subconsciously, and saw Si Fuqing sitting down in her original position.

   They are still pretty sweet!

   See you tomorrow~~

  

  

   (end of this chapter)