Brother Long had a gun in his hand and was much more confident. His secret energy friend told him that even a master of magic power who was one level higher than him would still die if he shot his head.

So, Brother Long kept hiding a gun under the coffee table just in case. He knelt on the ground and begged for mercy just now, but in fact he wanted to take out the gun.

However, Qin Fei seemed to have no idea that he was powerful, glanced at Brother Long and said lightly: "A gun isn't it? Are you sure you can kill me?"

"You are not really Sun Wukong, why can't you beat you to death? Now, kneel down for me, or I'll shoot!" Brother Long shouted loudly, and his saliva was sprayed out.

"You're very panicked." Qin Fei smiled faintly and said, "Come on, shoot. But I have a secret to tell you that the last time someone pointed a gun at my head, guess what happened?"

"I don't care what's wrong with him. I'll kill you now!" Brother Long seemed domineering, but he was actually very nervous. His palms were covered in sweat, and he gritted his teeth tightly, but he just didn't have the courage to shoot.

"Then you'd better shoot immediately, otherwise I'll still tell you what happened to that person. I broke the bones all over my body with my fist, screamed in the hospital for three days before I died!" Qin Fei said at Brother Long.

"You fucking scare me, right?" Brother Long's eyes widened, trying to overwhelm Qin Fei from his momentum.

"Then just shoot, what are you waiting for?" Qin Fei took a step and took the initiative to push his head against the muzzle.

"I'll send you on the way!" Brother Long was also anxious. He had seen it, but he had never seen such a desperate person. He made up his mind and pulled the trigger directly.

However, the gunshot did not sound, but a sharp pain came. Brother Long widened his eyes and looked at his wrist, constantly spraying blood.

The entire palm of the gun was cut off and landed on the ground, but he was still holding the pistol tightly.

Qin Fei shrugged, tore a piece of playing cards in his hand into pieces, and said with a smile: "Playing cards is not a good habit!"

After saying that, he turned around and the torn pieces of playing cards, like bullets in Gatling's machine gun, passed through Brother Long's body, and fell to the ground with blood.

Brother Long slowly fell down, his eyes widened, and he never dreamed that he would be killed by a playing card.

After Qin Fei walked out of the entertainment city, he entered an alley, took off his mask, and pinched it into pieces. Then he lit a cigarette and looked at the dark sky: "I was alone during my lifetime, without friends or women. Since I have lived for a lifetime, whoever dares to touch the people around me is to touch my reverse scales, and the only result is to kill me!"

If someone passed by the alley at this moment, he would definitely faint from fear. Because Qin Fei was covered with a layer of frost-like mist.

I don’t know how many people I killed were to condense a murderous aura that seemed to be real.

Qin Fei spitted a mouthful of smoke rings, and the frost on his body gradually dissipated, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "That silly girl seems to be angry. How about buying some midnight snacks to coax her? Well, buy a bowl of sugar water and mung bean ice to help her relieve the fire!"

Then, Qin Fei walked out of the alley and returned to his ordinary and ordinary appearance. Seeing a sugar water shop in front of him, he walked in.

On the other hand, after Yang Ruoxi returned to the villa, she felt her chest was still blocked. Maybe Qin Fei didn't think of himself as his wife at all. Otherwise, how could he hide so many things from him?

He said that medical skills can be learned, but Yang Ruoxi could barely believe it. But Kung Fu is practiced. Qin Yifei had been locking himself in the study before, so was he practicing in front of the air?

If he is really a genius, why did he not show it for so many years? But after being hit by a car, he became a different person?

Maybe, the secrets of all are in the study!

After all, Yang Ruoxi is a policeman and has strong reasoning skills. She quickly grasped the key points of the matter and prepared to go to the study to take a look. Maybe some clues can be found.

After entering the study, in addition to a table, a lamp, it was a trash can, and there were burning ashes inside.

Yang Ruoxi squatted down suspiciously and picked up a few of the pieces of unburned paper. The lines on it were very messy, but it could be seen that it was a woman who was painting.

But this woman is very illusory, and Yang Ruoxi has never seen her before.

Apart from that, the study room was empty and nothing!

A liar, a total liar!

Yang Ruoxi felt angry at the loss. She had already begun to believe in Qin Fei. But all medical skills and boxing tips were fake. There was nothing in the study. Could it be that all this was imagined by Qin Yifei himself?

But why is he so powerful now?

Could it be that he is not Qin Yifei?

Thinking of this, Yang Ruoxi felt a chill on her back. She even thought of a possibility that her true "idiot husband" was dead, and this man who shared the same bed with her was likely to look like Qin Yifei.

Otherwise, how could a twenty-year-old polio learn to capture and fight? It could easily defeat seven or eight strong men, and a warrior!

Yes, it should be like this. Someone pretended to be his husband. Although he didn't know what the purpose was yet, this person was definitely not his husband!

When Yang Ruoxi thought of that night, she almost dedicated her innocence, her face became even colder.

This damn man, I must bring him back to his original form!

Then, Yang Ruoxi left the study room and returned to her room. She locked the door before she started taking a shower. Since she had confirmed that the man was not her husband, Yang Ruoxi must be a little careful.

And he didn't even wear pajamas, he just changed into a casual sportswear, put a gun under the pillow, waiting for the man to come back, ready to figure things out thoroughly.

"Wife...I'm back!" Qin Fei walked into the room with a smile, holding the sugar water mung bean ice. He didn't know that he had "missed".

"Shut up!" Yang Ruoxi stared at her beautiful eyes, her little hand placed in the quilt, and kept grabbing the pistol, staring at Qin Fei coldly: "Who are you?"

"Your husband?" Qin Fei opened the bag and came to Yang Ruoxi with a smile: "Come on, I'll feed you, it's cold and delicious!"

"Get out, I won't drink!" Yang Ruoxi grabbed a pistol from the quilt and pressed Qin Fei's forehead. In fact, Yang Ruoxi was in pain. She found that she already liked the man in front of her a little, but why was he a liar?

This feeling of being deceived made Yang Ruoxi feel very desperate. After making up his mind, he would never trust any man again after solving this matter.

Qin Fei was stunned for a moment. The mung beanbing in his hand was also knocked over to the ground by Yang Ruoxi, but he still had a smile on his face: "Wife, why did I make you angry? Put your gun away quickly and don't get angry!"

"I'll say it again, don't call me your wife. You are not my husband at all, and I am not your wife either! You are just a complete liar." Yang Ruoxi stood up and stared at Qin Fei coldly.

"Wife, why can't I understand what you said?" Qin Fei asked with a smile.

"I don't understand, right? Okay, come to the study with me!" Yang Ruoxi turned around and walked out of the room. Qin Fei grabbed the back of his head and followed him in.

Yang Ruoxi pointed to the empty study room and said coldly: "Tell me, where is your medical books and boxing books? And, who is the woman you are painting?"

"Uh... So that's it!" Qin Fei couldn't help but grin, feeling that the beautiful woman in front of him was quite obsessed with a stubborn look. He said with a smile: "I burned the medical books and sold the boxing scores. The woman I painted is naturally you. If you don't believe me, look, is there a faint mole on the corner of your eyebrows?"

Qin Fei picked up the remaining piece of paper from the trash can, pointed to the corner of the eyebrow on it and said, "Look, is there a mole?"

However, Qin Fei was speechless, feeling that he had overestimated Qin Yifei's painting skills. After painting Yang Ruoxi for ten years, Yang Ruoxi actually thought he was another woman. What a slap in the face.

"Okay, I believe these paintings were painted by my husband. But you are definitely not Qin Yifei. He was polio at the age of four. Tell me what kind of power can turn a polio into a martial arts master and easily defeat a warrior!" Yang Ruoxi's expression was still so cold, and she kept holding a gun in her hand, and she didn't believe what Qin Fei said.

Qin Fei was also a little depressed, feeling that Yang Ruoxi's occupational disease was too serious. Isn't it better for her husband to become stronger? She still has to figure it out and want to know the real reason.

Thinking of this, Qin Fei sighed and said, "How come you are willing to believe me?"
Chapter completed!