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"Father, what are you talking about? How can you tell the little uncle and the others not to come here? Aren't the seniors outside the friend of the little uncle?"

"It's not a friend! It's an enemy! That old man outside is here to kill your little uncle..." Zhou Qingzhi quickly explained the matter.

Hearing this, Zhou Yifan opened his mouth and looked at his father in disbelief!

Terrible, really terrible!

"Father, don't worry. I'll call my little uncle right now and let him get ready."

After speaking, Zhou Yimin took out his mobile phone and called Qin Yu, but his mobile phone had no signal!

This scene left the two father and son dumbfounded!

"Is there no signal on your mobile phone? Isn't your mobile phone the latest fruit phone?"

Zhou Yimin also looked confused: "Yes, mine is the latest fruit phone, and it is a telecom card. The signal is very strong! Even on the top of the mountain, there is a signal!"

Zhou Yimin kept shaking his phone, trying to get a signal, but unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, there was no signal at all.

"Father, I'm afraid something big will happen this time!"

"How strong must a person who can block cell phone signals be?" Zhou Qingdong's face turned ashen!

"Father, I have a solution, poison, poison this old man!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Why did I forget this move? Remember the snake venom you used last time, which directly poisoned a blind man! Take it out and poison that old man to death!"

"Row!"

Zhou Yimin is a hunter, he often kills his prey, he kills decisively, and quickly finds a small bottle, half of which is filled with sparkling liquid.

Zhou Yimin put on heavy gloves with a serious face, and then he dared to pick up the bottle and unscrew the cap.

In Zhou Qingzhi's mind, poison should be very pungent.

However, after the bottle cap was unscrewed, the smell was not pungent at all, but very pleasant.

"Okay! Okay! Such a sweet poison, I believe the old man outside will not notice it!"

"Moreover, I also made a plate of braised pork tenderloin. I added poison to the braised pork tenderloin. I can't eat it!"

Zhou Yimin carefully added snake venom to the braised tenderloin, and then handed the braised tenderloin to his father; "Father, your psychological quality is better than mine, it depends on you."

Zhou Qingzhi nodded, took a deep breath, and walked out with the braised tenderloin in hand.

Zhou Qingzhi is worthy of being the secretary of the township committee for more than ten years. He has experienced many things. Although his mind is beating drums, his expression is very calm.

In the hall, Mrs. Chu frowned slightly; "Seventh Elder, Zhou Qingzhi has been in the kitchen for so long, will he tamper with the food?"

"They've already done something wrong." The Seventh Elder's tone was very calm, his hearing was excellent, and the conversations in the kitchen entered his ears verbatim.

"They are so courageous, they dared to move their minds! Seventh Elder, you must not let them go!"

"Don't worry, the old man has his own plan."

"Dare to offend the Seventh Elder, they have lived enough, who doesn't know that our Seventh Elder is brave and resourceful?"

The Seventh Elder chuckled: "If you have a strategy, you will see it soon, but this courage, I am afraid that the little lady will not be able to understand it until night."

"Seventh Elder, you are so annoying, in fact, during the day...you can also experience it."

"Hahaha, little lady, what you said is that after killing Qin Yu, the old man asked you to experience it immediately."

While the two were talking, Zhou Qingzhi walked over with the braised pork tenderloin, carefully placed the braised pork tenderloin on the table, and said in a deep voice, "Mister, Mrs. Chu, please have dinner."

"I'm quite suspicious. When I eat in a strange place, I have to ask the chef to try the dishes for me first. Please invite your son out."

Swish, no matter how good Zhou Qingzhi's mental quality is, he almost fainted!

Zhou Qingzhi forced a smile; "Old man, you are so humorous, you are not an ancient emperor, why do you still use test dishes, hahaha..."

"Zhou Qingzhi, let me tell you very clearly. Letting him out as an old man is definitely more honorable than the kings of some small countries! Trying the dishes is necessary! Call your son out to try the dishes immediately."

Zhou Qingzhi: "..."

"Hehe, Seventh Elder, actually I have a suggestion. If Zhou Qingzhi wants to die in place of his son, it's okay. You can ask Zhou Qingzhi to try the dishes."

"Okay! I'll try the dishes!" Zhou Qingzhi nodded without hesitation. He is almost sixty, and his son is in full bloom!It was worth it to die for his son.

"Please." The Seventh Elder patted the chopsticks in his hand on the table and pushed them in front of Zhou Qingzhi.

Zhou Qingzhi's complexion suddenly aged several points, he picked up the chopsticks helplessly, and tremblingly picked up the braised tenderloin on the plate!

"No! Father doesn't want it!" Seeing this scene, Zhou Yifan, who was hiding behind the crack of the door, couldn't bear it anymore, picked up a boning knife and rushed out!

Zhou Yifan's shout startled Zhou Qingzhi so much that the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground!

"Xiao Fan, are you crazy? What are you doing with the boning knife?"

"Father, fight with them! Isn't he just a dead old man? What's the big deal?"

"Damned old man? Hehe..." The Seventh Elder raised his hand, and a blast of wind appeared.

Zhou Yifan's right wrist was severed by Qi Gen!Zhou Yifan's palm and the boning knife he was holding fell slowly!

With a whoosh, the Seventh Elder's figure disappeared in a flash. He quickly stepped forward, grabbed the boning knife, and then quickly returned to his position!

In the eyes of Zhou Yifan and Zhou Qingzhi, they just saw a shadow flashing by.

"Today I'll let you see what's so great about me, an old man."

The Seventh Elder held the boning knife in both hands, circulated his true essence, and exerted all his strength!

With a click, the boning knife broke in two!

Creaking, creaking, there were bursts of piercing sounds, the boning knife that was divided into two halves was like a ball of cotton in the hands of the Seventh Elder, and was quickly kneaded into an iron ball.

Zhou Yifan was stunned, he even forgot his own severed wrist, and looked at the iron ball in the seventh elder's hand stupidly, unable to say a word.

Zhou Qingzhi quickly came back to his senses, let out a scream, and picked up Zhou Yifan's dropped palm; "Xiaofan, are you alright?"

Seeing the bloody palm in the old father's hand, Zhou Yifan remembered that his wrist had been cut off!

"Hmm..." Zhou Yifan groaned, and quickly took off his shirt, regardless of whether it was clean or not, quickly wrapped his wrists to stop the blood from gushing out!

"Wine! Father, take the wine!" Zhou Yifan's aching brow was covered with cold sweat, and he squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

Zhou Qingzhi woke up like a dream, yes, his son needs to be disinfected with wine, Zhou Qingzhi turned his head to look at the table next to him, and saw his daughter Hong on the table.