Mùzǐchuān snapped his fingers.

Here comes the problem!

"What's the problem?" the thief asked.

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Mù Zǐchuān said: "When you say the words 'I want to kill you,' this 'I' is you."

“And when I say ‘You are going to kill me’, this ‘me’ is me.”

“This means that you are me, and I am you!”

"What?"

The thief was getting a little frantic.

Behind the black mask, those eyes darted around, looking like they had short-circuited.

"Hold on, how can it be you?" the thief stammered.

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Mú Zǐchuān said: "The ones you want to kill, the ones you want to kidnap, are actually yourself!"

"Think of your family, your wife and children. It's late at night, they're waiting for you to come home! Put down the knife and give yourself a way out..."

"Wife and children..."

The thief's eyes, which were wide with confusion, flickered with a mixture of emotions because of this word.

The hand holding the dagger also dropped slightly.

Mú Zichuan suddenly pushed the thief and shouted, "Táng Yazi, what are you doing? Save me quickly!"

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As he was wrestling with the thief, Luofengtang had already spotted his opportunity.

With one leap, he kicked the thief to the ground with a single foot.

The dagger fell at his feet and was kicked away by Luofengtang.

By the time the thief came to his senses, his throat was firmly gripped by Luofeng Tang's iron hand, unable to move.

Meanwhile, Yang Ruqing looked at Mu Zichuan, unable to say a word for a long time.

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"This...this works too?" she murmured.

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The thief was originally very cautious.

It was just that Mu Zi Chuan, this kid, had used a bunch of roundabout phrases to trick me into it.

Lost in thought, he was caught.

I saw Yang Ruohuang's astonishment in my eyes.

Mu Zichuan flicked his ink hair and put his hands behind his back: "Knowledge is power."

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“From now on, you can’t call me a useless scholar anymore!” he said.

Yang Ruqing nodded quickly.

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"No problem, you won't be a waste of space anymore!" she said.

Muzi Chuan was completely exasperated.

There, Luofeng Tang's voice came.

“Qing'er, I found it! He really did steal it!” he said.

Yang Ruqing hurried over.

After receiving the land deed handed over by Luofeng Tang.

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Then, he kicked the thief on the ground hard several times with his foot.

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"Who sent you here?" she asked.

The thief lying on the ground, his black mask had been pulled down by Luo Fengtang.

He was an unfamiliar middle-aged man.

Her features, her eyes and eyebrows, were not as sinister as she had imagined.

On the contrary, with a square face, a bushy beard, and an air of nobility between his brows.

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“They say that one’s countenance reflects their heart. This gentleman doesn’t seem like a bad person, does he?”

Mú Zǐchuān also came over, sizing up the person who had taken him hostage, and exclaimed in surprise.

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Luo Fengtang gave Mu Zichuan a withering glance: "Bad guys don't write 'bad guy' on their faces."

Mu Zi Chuan snorted and shrank back.

Here, Yang Ruoheng slapped the thief's face again.

“Old lady, I’m asking you something! Who sent you? Was it Li Cai Zhu?” she asked again.

The thief glared at Yang Ruohua with a cold, menacing expression.

“Kill or cut, whatever you want. If you want children to come out, there’s no way!” he said.

"Oh, your bones are pretty tough, huh? Well then, granny will give you a taste. Let's see if your bones are harder or my blade is!"

Yang Ruqing said, and immediately ordered Luofeng Tang: "Take this thief to the firewood room in the back courtyard of the tavern and interrogate him slowly later!"

"Um!"

Luo Fengtang stuffed the thief's mouth and tied his hands and feet together before hoisting him onto his shoulders and heading out of the house.

Yang Ruqing was also about to leave, but suddenly she thought of something and stopped in her tracks.

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His gaze shifted to Mukezichuan over there.

"How's the wound on your arm?" she asked.

The cut the thief had made before, on her and Luofeng Tang, was nothing more than a superficial wound.

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A little bleeding, just bandage it up and it'll be fine.

But this injury fell on Mu Zichuan...

Indeed, she wouldn't have been fine if she hadn't asked. The moment she did, Mu Zi Chuan seemed to realize he was hurt.

"Oh my, oh my, why is my arm aching so much?"

He raised his injured arm and glanced at the red lump.

“I can't go on, I can't go on, my head is spinning, I'm about to fall…”

As he spoke, he was about to fall.

Luo Fengtang, carrying the thief on his back, had already reached the door and there was no time to come over and help.

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Then Yang Ruqing hurried over and supported Mu Zichuan.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Mu Zi Chuan's injured arm hung limply, while his uninjured hand clutched Yang Ruohong's sleeve tightly.

"Qinger, I, I'm not feeling well... I feel like the whole house is shaking..."

“Still feeling nauseous…”

As he spoke, his tall frame actually leaned down, his head resting on Yang Ruohua's shoulder.

Yang Ruqing was dumbfounded.

This kid, is he fainting?

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She doesn't faint from blood, but she has seen others faint from blood.

The symptoms were exactly as he described, and it sounded like he was in a lot of pain and very sad.

...and severely, could even lead to shock.

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“Táng yázi, niān dài xiǎo tōu qù jiǔ lóu chái fáng, wǒ bāng mù zǐ chuān chǔ lǐ xià shāng kǒu jiù guò qù zhǎo nǐ.”

She hurriedly said to Luofengtang.

Luo Fengtang stood at the door, glaring at Mu Zichuan.

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"He got hurt because of us, and we can't just leave him behind, right? Hehe..."

She smiled wryly and explained to Luofengtang.

One side was trying to push the head of someone on their shoulders to the side.

Damn it, isn't this a bloody nose? Why is my head so heavy?

You can't push it open!

Luo Fengtang watched all this, then he carried the thief and turned back.

"Qing'er is right, he was implicated by us. I'll help him treat his wounds!"

He said, tossing the little thief off his shoulder directly to the ground.

The poor thief, innocently becoming Mu Zi Chuan's pawn, was heavily smashed to the ground. Before he could even apply medicine to his bruised coccyx, it almost cracked.

Here, Luofeng Tang grabbed hold of Mu Zichuan's collar and pulled him from beside her shoulder directly onto a stool nearby.

Holding Mu Zi Chuan's shoulders, he sat him down.

Mu Zi Chuan immediately raised his head, eyes blazing with anger.

As the light in front of him dimmed, Luo Fengtang stood before him.

"Tang YaZi, what are you going to do?"

Mu Zi Chuan asked somewhat nervously.

Luo Fengtang smirked: "Help you treat your wounds!"

Saying that, he grabbed Mu Zichuan's injured arm and rolled up his sleeve to expose the wound.

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" Tch, a cat's claw scratch wouldn't be this bad, would it just make you faint? "

Luo Fengtang asked Mu Ziquan.

Mu Zichuan blushed and defended, "The pain is secondary; I fainted from seeing blood."

"Fainting? Fainting would wait until now?" Luo Fengtang asked.

“You confused the thief by talking to him.”

“You’re not dizzy from blood loss, you're dizzy when you see Qing'er. Are you still trying to get your hands on Qing'er? Do you think I'm blind?”

Luofeng Tang got straight to the point.

One word expresses Mu Zi Chuan's heart.