Chapter 3 Recovery

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"Feng'er, stop!" At the critical moment, Huang Yan stood up and roared. Killing the general manager of the casting workshop is a crime of great rebellion. No matter what the reason is, it cannot be forgiven. This is the rule of Casting Sword Villa.

Huang Feng's fist paused less than an inch from Xu Xiang's cheeks, and his resentful eyes were red, which was more fing than the hungry wolf's eyes in the night.

"Get out of here." Huang Feng's fist trembled and struggled. He wanted to punch this bastard and wash away his father's shame. But this is a reckless behavior, which is an enemy of the whole casting villa. Even if the existence of seven-heavy and with the power of seventy-49 tigers offends the villa, there is no death and no life.

Measure the pros and cons in an instant, restrain your strength, hit Xu Xiang's face with your fist, and bring out a string of gorgeous blood flowers. "Soon I will get justice from you. Wait."

A man can bend and stretch, and endure for a while is for a better future, but also for the people he loves.

"Reverse, reverse, how dare you commit the following, this is a death penalty. I will definitely tell the landlord that I will punish you severely and wait to die. Xu Xiang roared, unkempt. Compared with the domineering appearance just now, he is simply a depressed dog. But he didn't dare to come forward. The strange red eyes are like demons, which makes him feel angry.

"Isn't it just supported by the young master? I'll wait for you." Huang Feng raised Huangyan.

"Idiot, how dare you leave your back to me and die." Xu Xiang showed a sinister smile and suddenly raised his right arm with a 'bang' sound, and a dark shadow shot out of his sleeve. The speed was so fast that it was not comparable to ordinary bows and arrows. If you are shot, it must be cold and absolutely fatal.

"Be careful, Feng'er..." Huang Yan was so scared that he almost instinctively wanted to protect Huang Feng behind him. However, Huang Feng was burly. With that external support, even Huang Yan, who was strong, could not shake it at all. Instead, he was suddenly thrown out by Huang Feng and fell not far away.

"Puff." Huang Feng's chest was directly penetrated, bringing out scarlet blood. His consciousness seemed to leave his body in an instant, and all his strength disappeared. At the moment of falling, he saw his father's sad expression, and then he didn't know anything.

"Hmm, the little subordinate also dares to offend the general manager. If I kill you on the spot, I will tell the owner the truth. In addition to managing the casting workshop, the role of the general manager also has a repressive role. That is to say, you have the power to kill first and then play. This is right.

"Xu Xiang, you scumbag, I hate, I hate why you were so kind at the beginning..." Huang Yan roared, and his voice was full of strong unwillingness and resentment.

Huang Feng's chest was pierced, and his important internal organs were damaged, short of breath and dying. Even if the famous doctor comes, he can only shake his head.

"The world is so cruel. Kindness is sometimes deadly. Now you understand that it's too late." Xu Xiang opened his mouth wide and laughed. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it was true.

"Feng'er, you..." Huang Yan was also stunned. Everyone was stunned and couldn't believe their eyes.

Huang Feng, who was dying, stood upright, and his body was like a piece of paper, weightless, or another force to lift him up. He stared at Xu Xiang like a wolf, cold and ruthless.

Xu Xiang's scalp was numb. In this hot casting workshop, he still felt a chill spreading from his heart to the soles of his feet, and he involuntarily wanted to retreat.

"Ah..." Huang Feng roared up to the sky, the sound waves were like fencing stones, the hurricane suddenly rose, and the flames in the nearby furnace swayed violently. The red-burned casting materials trembled and made a harsh sound. Everything came too strangely, and everyone present was shocked and didn't know why.

"Wo." When everyone raised their hands to block the hurricane, a red light shot out of the furnace and disappeared into Huang Feng's pierced chest. The snake-shaped object has disappeared into the furnace container, leaving only some extraterresultary iron solution.

"Peng." Huang Feng's shout seemed to inject strength and fell into a deep coma, and then the hurricane stopped and everything calmed down. People were frightened and looked at each other. I don't know if Huang Feng's shout caused a hurricane or if it was really a coincidence that a strong wind blew in...

Half a month later, in Huangyan's hut, Huang Feng was lying calmly in a simple **, with black plaster on his chest and fixed with a wooden board on his right arm. Outside the room, Huang Yan is communicating with a Langzhong.

"Lao Yan, Huang Feng's injury is the strangest example I've ever seen. I can't believe there will be such a thing in the world." Lang Zhong frowned and shook his head.

"What? Can't Huang Feng's life be saved?" Huang Yan's face was gloomy, and he didn't dare to close his eyes for half a month. His hair was messy, and there were still traces of blood on his face, which was extremely sloppy. Langzhong, you must save my son. I have such a son..."

"Don't worry, his life is fine." Lang Zhong hurriedly comforted Huang Yan, who was out of control, and said, "His heart muscle was cut off by a hidden weapon. Normally, he will definitely die. Even if the second young master asked me to treat him with the best plaster, it was just a double move.

"But in fact, his myocardium is healing rapidly every day, and now there is basically no problem, and his abandoned right arm has recovered like a miracle. The remaining skin injuries can no longer endanger his life, as long as he takes good care of it. This is really a miracle. I can't believe it."

"My son, are you all right?" The sudden good news almost made Huang Yan unreflected.

After sending Langzhong away, Huang Yan returned to the house with joy and wiped Huang Feng's cheeks with a warm wet towel. Recalling the scene of that day, he still had a lingering heart. No one can explain where the inexplicable wind came from now.

In the casting sword villa, Xu Xiang is kneeling in front of a young man in luxurious clothes with a flattering smile. The young man is extraordinary, and there is a wisp of viciousness between his eyebrows. This man is the young master of Zhujian Villa, the biography of Nangong.

"I heard that a strange thing happened in the casting workshop half a month ago, which shocked my father. What's going on?" Nangong looked at a long sword and asked absent-mindedly.

"I told the young master that I had a conflict with the Huang family. Somehow, a hurricane suddenly blew, which was very strange. So far, my subordinates don't understand what's going on." Xu Xiang replied trembling.

"Xu Xiang, I don't want you to do these small things. It's okay if you rubbed something with Huang Yan at the beginning, but now you still can't get along with a useless person. Is that all you can do? Nangong shook the cold sword, and the air made a sharp sound, as if it was about to be cut.

When Xu Xiang heard the words, he immediately knelt on his ground and said in fear, "Thank you for your cultivation. I will definitely die after I die..."

"Don't talk nonsense. In two months, the villa will send a batch of weapons to the barracks, a huge amount. And the escort this time is the second young master. You contact the 'dark maid' to rob this batch of goods. As for the two useless people of the Huang family, cut the grass and eradicate them as soon as possible. Nangong's eyebrows flashed viciously and ferocious.

Xu Xiang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and unconsciously sweat had penetrated his back.

"Kid, you should wake up and want me to wait for you."

In a coma, Huang Feng heard a thunderous sound, as if it had exploded in his mind, which scared him to sit up from **. This move shocked Huangyan, and immediately tears gushed out and hugged Huang Feng.

"Feng'er, you finally woke up. Do you know that Dad is worried to death..."

Huang Feng's eyes flashed and his thoughts turned. Recalling the scene in the casting workshop, the flame of anger burned and hatred filled his heart. But instead, he smiled and said, "Dad, don't you think I'm all right? Stronger than before."

As he spoke, he also drew a strong two-headed muscle and squeezed his eyebrows, which really dispelled Huang Yan's anxiety.

Huang Feng was sad and indignant, secretly clenching his fists. Huang Yan's haggard face made him clear and sad. Since childhood, the mother has died, and the father and son have depended on each other. Huang Yan can be said to be the deepest waiter in Huang Feng's heart.

"Your boy is in good spirits!" Suddenly, a loud noise came. It was this sound that woke him up from his coma. Huang Feng looked back and almost jumped up. If Huang Yan hadn't supported him, he would have fallen from **.

Because a huge black snake the size of a bucket is hovering behind him, with a ferocious triangular head, and his emotionless pupils are staring at him, spitting out snake breath, and will launch a deadly attack at any time. He realized that he wanted to pull Huang Yan to escape for the first time, but found that Huang Yan didn't seem to see the snake.