Invincible Celestial Master System

"I'm the only one in the room, can I let you beat me?"

Chen Fan pointed to himself.

"You want me to hit myself?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Fan was even more confused.

"When did I make you angry?"

"Don't be joking. Hehe..."

There was no smile on Zhao Jianguo's face.

"When did I joke with you?"

"Are you going to fight?"

Chen Fan: "..."

How do I fight?
Beat yourself up?
My brain is not sick.

"how?"

"Can't you do it?"

"It's okay, if you don't want to do it, I will do it myself!"

After speaking, he stood up abruptly.

Take out a stick as thick as an arm from under the table.

It swung at Chen Fan's ass.

Chen Fan clutched his butt and jumped a long way.

"Little brat, are you still running?"

"Uncle Zhao, when did I make you angry?"

"Even if you die, let me die to understand..."

Zhao Jianguo swung the big stick vigorously.

"You still ask me what's wrong? Don't you know what you did yourself?"

"You son of a bitch, you bastards, you actually teamed up to deceive me."

"I've been sad for so long, you told me it was acting..."

"If I don't break your leg today, my surname will not be Zhao!"

Chen Fan instantly understood why Zhao Jianguo was so angry.

It seems that the fact that Fan Yuanqing is not dead has been exposed.

Chen Fan touched his nose.

"Uncle Zhao, don't blame me."

"I reminded Elder Fan to let him disclose the news to you in advance."

"But Mr. Fan said that acting like this is not real. What if Bai Wenbo doesn't fall for it."

"It's not my fault, I want to beat you and go find Mr. Fan."

The two circled around the table in the room, and Zhao Jianguo was in a daze as he ran.

He stopped.

Shaking his head.

Pinched his waist with one hand, and pointed at Chen Fan with a stick with the other.

"If I can find him, why would I look for you!"

"You boy don't run!"

Chen Fan rolled his eyes and didn't run towards the door.

"Uncle Zhao, Mr. Fan has been back in the past two days."

"I came here specially to treat you today. You have recuperated your body, and you will be more energetic when you beat Lao Fan~~~"

Seeing that Zhao Jianguo was a little moved, Chen Fan said emphatically.

"Although I came up with this plan, I have repeatedly reminded Mr. Fan to make it clear to you in advance."

"You also know that during that time I was injured in a fight with the captain, so I couldn't come to see you."

"Otherwise, I definitely can't bear you to be so sad, and I told you in advance."

"Hey, this old Fan is really real."

"How can I not take you in my heart for my own plan, and make you so sad..."

Zhao Jianguo threw the stick in his hand.

"Don't think that I don't know what kind of peace you have, you're not a good guy either!"

"You said you want to treat me, when will you treat me?"

"When I recover, I will beat up that brat Fan Yuanqing until his parents won't recognize him!"

He gritted his teeth, which shows that Zhao Jianguo was really angry this time.

"How about treating it today?"

"After you've been cured, you'll be able to exercise your body well in the past two days, and then I'll teach Old Fan a lesson!"

Mr. Fan, you can ask for more blessings!

I did it for self-preservation.

Zhao Jianguo snorted coldly, apparently the anger had not subsided.

He didn't really want to beat Chen Fan either.

It's just too angry, and there is no place to vent it.

Fan Yuanqing didn't come back, so he could only find Chen Fan, the mastermind.

Elder Fan, who was collecting medicinal herbs in a certain mountain, sneezed.

Confused in my heart, "Who missed me? Could it be that he knew I was going back?"

He speeded up the speed of collecting the medicine, and wanted to return to the capital as soon as possible...

Send a head!
……

It was two hours after Chen Fan finished treating Zhao Jianguo.

Glancing at Zhao Jianguo who was already asleep on the bed, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It seems that Glory has to be careful these two days.

If Zhao Jianguo can settle accounts with him today, maybe it will be someone else tomorrow.

or……

Pre-emptive?
"Well, just do it."

He rummaged through the space for a long time, and found the ointment he used to act with Chen Hu last time.

Stab twice on the body.

Carefully closing the door, he went to Songlin's room.

……

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on Pinewood's door.

"Who?"

"Uncle Lin, it's me, Chen Fan."

As soon as I heard that it was Chen Fan, I knew why he came.

He just came back from Jiang Wen and Jiang Wuna.

Knowing that Chen Fan went to treat Zhao Jianguo.

Zhao Jianguo just found out that Fan Yuanqing was not dead.

At this time, the anger was high, and Chen Fan would definitely not be spared lightly.

He got up in a good mood and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opens.

He was taken aback by Chen Fan's appearance.

I saw Chen Fan's body was bruised and purple.

There are also bruises on the face.

"What's wrong with you?"

Chen Fan instantly turned into a melancholy little prince.

The tone was a little aggrieved.

"It's not Uncle Zhao who beat me up indiscriminately..."

"Look, my ass is swollen from the beating."

The gesture is about to take off his pants.

Songlin rolled his eyes and quickly stopped Chen Fan's movements.

"I'm not interested in your ass, I'm interested in why Lao Zhao hit you."

Chen Fan pouted and fastened his belt.

Sighed.

"It's not all because of Elder Fan!"

"I was kind enough to help him with his ideas, but I have to take the blame for him. This is too sad."

Songlin looked at Chen Fan with a smile.

Signal him to continue.

"Cough cough."

"It's not that I didn't tell you, I was injured in those two days and was recuperating at home."

"Otherwise, I'm sure I can't bear to see you so sad."

"Look, Uncle Zhao is too ruthless."

"This beat me so~~~ my hands are swollen!"

Song Lin stepped forward to check on Chen Fan's injuries.

I saw Chen Fan's right hand was swollen like a steamed bun starting from the wrist.

He poked Chen Fan's hand, a trace of suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Will he honestly let Lao Zhao beat him up?
Why is he so unbelievable?
But Chen Fan was indeed injured...

He lowered his face, "Old Zhao, you really don't know what to do!"

Chen Fan was moved.

"Uncle Lin, you are the best to me~~~"

"How could he hit you!"

"How can you treat other people when your hand is broken!"

"Just hit other places to vent your anger~~~"

Chen Fan's touch of excitement was instantly extinguished.

Song Lin was talking, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

He kept using his fingers to scold Chen Fan's swollen and disfigured hand.

Chen Fan gasped in pain.

All the other injuries on his body were fake, but this one was real.

In order to make the effect realistic, he gave himself a big stick.

Thinking about taking a healing pill after the play will do.

What happened when Songlin grabbed his hand and stabbed him endlessly?

Chen Fan's swollen hand was getting bigger and bigger by Song Lin, and Song Lin stopped.

"Didn't you come here today just to let me speak for you?"

"Don't worry, I'll tell them."

"Even if your legs are broken, they will never be allowed to move your head and hands!"