and share this life with affection

Bian Zhi never thought that she would be stopped for just taking Ou Hao to get off work at night.

When she opened the window in confusion.

In the car parked in front of her, four tall, short, fat, thin, masked men came down in the blink of an eye, and the flashlights in their hands hit Bian Zhi's eyes, causing her to raise her hand glaringly.

Those four people moved quickly, and before Bian Zhi and Ou Hao could react, they had already surrounded them.

"You guys, pay attention. It's said above that this woman can do sorcery, so pay attention to the silver needle in her hand."

The sharp blades in the hands of the people on the opposite side were against Ou Hao's neck, but they didn't dare to get close to Bian Zhi's body, they just threatened them with knives: "Girl, hand over all the weapons in your hands."

Ou Hao's immune system has problems and he cannot bleed, Bian Zhi glanced at the blade that was very close to his neck.

After a slight smile, he let go of the hand that was secretly holding the silver needle.

"Dean!" Ou Hao saw Bian Zhi's hands hanging down to his side, knowing that she was concerned about him, he struggled fiercely, and said loudly, "Leave me alone!"

Seeing Bian Zhi handing over the silver needle in his pocket, Ou Hao hated his illness so much for the first time in his life.

"Let him go," Bian Zhi smiled, very calmly, "He is my assistant, you have seen him too, he is not in good health, if he gets sick and dies halfway, you have to find a place to bury him, which is also troublesome .”

As soon as Bian Zhi said this, the four people on the opposite side looked at each other and made eye contact.

Bian Zhi sighed, opened the car door, sat down on the side of the car, and helped the other party analyze it very intimately.

"The current situation is like this. As soon as you got out of the car, you knew that I had a silver needle in my hand. Then, people who know and know me well asked you to come here. It doesn't seem like you are here to kill me. "

Bian Zhi smiled, "You arrested me, at most you committed crimes, you arrested him, and you will have to take a life on your back in the blink of an eye, is it worth it?"

As soon as the words came out.

The four looked solemn and hesitant.

Ou Hao struggled tightly, his complexion became gloomy at the moment, and he really looked like he was about to perish.

Bian Zhi raised his chin at one of the chubby men, "You are the leader, right? Have you figured it out? Think it over, let's go quickly, if you don't leave, the police are here."

After Bian Zhi finished speaking, he pointed to the monitor above his head.

The fat man's expression changed, and he let out a "bah".

After letting the short man let go of Ou Hao's hand, he pressed Bian Zhi directly into another car.

The car drove rapidly out of the parking lot in an instant.

In the car.

Compared to the four of them facing a formidable enemy, Bian Zhi was relaxed, leaning on the back seat idly, pointing to the driver: "It's time to get off work, red street lights, go from the south of the city, it's faster there."

The tall man frowned and looked at the woman behind him speechlessly.

With bright eyes and white teeth, when she smiles, she bends her brows and eyes, and the tear mole in the corner of her eyes is suddenly vivid and full of desire that one can't wait to conquer.

"What's the rush! You'll be the one to suffer!" The fat man was about to move.

The tall man glanced at Bianzhi's tender limbs exposed to the air, and swallowed greedily.

Bian Zhi didn't feel anything, and smiled even more happily.

"What are you laughing at?" The short man looked timid, with his head shrunk, and he pressed the knife edge against Bianzhi's arm.

Bian Zhi felt the sharpness of the blade, and subconsciously frowned.

She turned her head, pinched the blade, restrained her smile a little bit, and said in a particularly deep tone, "This thing hurts people, don't point it at me."

The short man was taken aback by Bian Zhi's sudden aura.

The incision deviated from the skin, and he looked up, and Bianzhi returned to her delicate appearance.

Shorty: "Damn it!"

His heart trembled just now, and he felt a little scared.

The car went forward for a few minutes.

"Hey—brothers, do you know? My most valuable thing is not my body." Bian Zhi lightly patted the passenger seat.

The tall man raised his eyebrows wretchedly, and showed a mouthful of yellow teeth in a smile, "What is that, could it be the technique on the bed?"

Bian Zhi shook her head in disgust.

"It's my eyes," Bian Zhi raised his hand, "fingers with me."

The short man always felt that this woman was unusual, how could anyone be kidnapped and still chat in such a calm manner.

She should be terrified, scream heart-piercingly, and show her ugly face. This is a normal reaction.

instead of—

He raised his eyebrows even more roguely than them!

"Don't be afraid," Bian Zhi tilted his head, smiled at the short man, "Have you had frozen shoulder for a long time?" Bian Zhi shook his head regretfully, "If you don't treat it, the cervical spine will suddenly develop lesions, blood vessels will be blocked, and you won't be able to spend any money in the future."

The short man's face froze severely.

"I can't sleep well at night, and I have a foreign body sensation when my neck is turned to the right." Bian Zhi glanced at the short man again, and smiled, "It is accompanied by enlarged lymph nodes and congestion. If there is no treatment, it will be too late."

The short man's expression changed drastically, and his heart trembled.

"You, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

The tall man frowned and turned his head to look at Bian Zhi, "Fourth, she didn't do anything, how could she know about your physical problem? The designation is nonsense! No wonder the superior told us to be careful, this woman is very scheming! Don't talk nonsense to her Already!"

Bian Zhi lazily leaned back in the chair, looked out the window, and said casually, "Your body is your own, you know if there is any problem, and if you delay, you will suffer."

The short man's eyes drifted.

The fat man immediately shouted angrily, "Don't listen to this bitch, doesn't she just want us to take her to the hospital?!"

Two people around nodded, only the short man looked hesitant.

Bian Zhi smiled casually, "I don't need to go to the hospital for this little problem, just give me a silver needle, it will take 10 minutes, and I will solve it for you."

The short man looked relaxed, "One is enough?"

Bian Zhi nodded.

"Boss, I really can't sleep well at night. Look how my face is swollen. It will take us ten minutes to go to that wasteland. Let her try?"

The fat man looked impatient, and said in a rough voice: "Hurry up and finish it! It's just your head that blows, and I believe it! This bitch looks like a person who can work? If you don't believe me, you can Get it, you'll know when it's done, it's no different from the ones you get from those health-preserving moxibustion shops."

The tall man turned his head, aiming the dagger in his hand at Bian Zhi's white and tender face, "Bitch, don't play tricks!"

The short man didn't dare to refute, he just handed Bian Zhi a silver needle, with a knife on his face defensively.

Seeing how tense his muscles were, Bian Zhi smiled again, "Don't worry, you are my patient now, and I won't do anything to you."

At the position of the tailbone, Bianzhi inserted a silver needle.

Then, Bian Zhi looked at the tall man who turned to one side. The tall man noticed Bian Zhi's gaze and frowned, "What are you doing!"

"Your feet are lame?!"

"Hiss—smelly bitch, you're looking for death, aren't you!"

The tall man had a bad temper, and his lameness was a sore spot in his life.

He snorted violently, raised his hand sharply towards Bian Zhi's face and was about to drop it.

At this time.

Bian Zhi leaned in the middle, her red lips parted slightly, and her tone was light,

"I can cure it."