After saying that, she immediately bent down and picked up Si Jin, gently patting the dirt off his body.
Seeing the red marks on the boy's fair neck, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.
At this moment, Si Jin seemed unable to bear the sudden influx of fresh air after holding her breath; her face turned red, and her breathing became difficult once again.
Feng Linyuan lowered his head and once again covered the boy's mouth and nose with his hand.
To be honest, after doing this kind of thing so many times, it's hard to bear it.
They especially can't bear to do it to their loved ones.
Ignoring Zhu Haotian's groans and suffering on the ground, Si Jin decided to put her back in the car first.
But after taking only two steps, villagers carrying hoes and sickles surrounded him without hesitation, blocking his way.
Yang Yu'er huddled in the village chief's arms, her chubby little face swollen, and her tears flowed even more fiercely than before.
"Uncle Village Chief, it's him. He injured Brother Haotian and beat Yu'er up like this."
"Yu'er only reminded him that stealing is wrong because he was wearing new clothes and sitting in a new rocking chair, and he hit Yu'er like this, waaaaah."
Yang Yu'er cried so bitterly that, at the height of her performance, she even reached out to wipe away her tears.
But as soon as her chubby hand was raised, it touched her face, which had been swollen from being slapped.
Another wave of excruciating pain hit.
The village chief held the little baby in his arms, who was leading the whole village to prosperity, with a complex expression as he looked at his superior.
"Qin Sijin, I know your family is struggling financially, but you can't steal..."
"Steal?" Before he could finish his sentence, Feng Linyuan laughed in anger: "I gave Si Jin clothes and a rocking chair, when did that become him stealing them?"
The village chief was stunned for a moment, quietly sizing up the noble and tall man in front of him.
This person looks completely unfamiliar; I've never seen him before.
But their clothes and appearance clearly indicate that they come from a wealthy family.
Could he be one of those legendary millionaires?
But I've never heard of anyone in the nearby villages being this rich.
"You...you are..."
“My surname is Feng. My family owns several pharmaceutical factories that specialize in purchasing Chinese medicine from nearby villages. The general manager in charge of this area should be named… Feng Lan.”
Feng Linyuan deliberately avoided mentioning his own name, instead focusing on the villagers' path to wealth.
The Feng family was a prominent family that supplied medicines to the imperial court during the late Qing Dynasty, and today, their pharmaceutical factories are located almost all over the country.
And this area happens to be the origin of their medicinal herbs.
The villagers were isolated from the news. Although they had never heard of the Feng family, the village chief knew of Feng Lan.
Their dilapidated village can't grow any good crops; they rely entirely on selling medicinal herbs for money.
Feng Lan was like their lucky charm.
Could this person be... even more capable than Feng Lan?
How can they afford to offend them?
"Uncle Village Chief, don't listen to his nonsense." Seeing everyone hesitate, Yang Yu'er felt a strong sense of crisis and quickly advised them, "I dreamed about this a few days ago. The gods told me not to be afraid. This man has been bewitched by that monster Qin Sijin. He doesn't know any Feng Lan at all. He's lying to everyone! We can't let him go!"
"Otherwise, the whole village will be doomed."
Yang Yu'er knew that the people here were very superstitious, so on her first day after arriving, she used a few physics experiments that were commonplace in the 21st century to establish her image as a child prodigy.
She knew that in this situation, she had to immediately use excuses like "divine intervention" to salvage the situation.
Qin Sijin, you think you can just walk away after hitting her? There's no way you can get away with that so easily.
"I've already said what I wanted to say. You can decide for yourselves." Feng Linyuan didn't insist, and his calm attitude made the group somewhat afraid.
He carried Si Jin step by step forward, through the crowd, and toward the car.
Unexpectedly, a villager who deeply believed in Yang Yu'er and was extremely superstitious directly raised a sickle and smashed it at Si Jin.
"Monster! It's all because you're ugly that you offended the heavens, causing us to be so poor, and causing the village to suffer from floods year after year, resulting in no harvest. Now you want to bewitch people to save your life? You're simply courting death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sickle fell with lightning speed.
Yang Yu'er curled her lips into a cold smile from the shadows.
Feng Linyuan's eyes sharpened, and he kicked out again.
The next moment, he kicked the man and his sickle flying.
Despite his speed, he was still slashed on the shoulder by the scythe.
Si Jin unconsciously tightened her grip on the other person's clothes.
His eyes instantly regained their unique divine crystalline blue.
The next moment, the ferocious villager fell to the ground. The sickle spun twice in the air, and as if possessed by some evil spirit, it slashed straight down between the man's legs.
*Pfft*
Fresh blood gushed out.
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