Chapter 935: : You are mine too

Li Nanfang copied it with his right hand and grabbed the thing in his hand.
The heavy hand fell, it was the iron medal that Yang Xiao took away.
The iron plate is as big as the palm of Ham's son, is oval and about one centimeter thick.
The corners of the iron plate are all circular arcs to prevent being cut.
The moment he started, if it wasn't for the weight to be wrong, Li Nanfang suspected that he had taken a piece of Moyu.
Only after the jade is started, will it give people a rounded feel.
Based on this alone, Li Nanfang could conclude that the material of the iron plate is not made of ordinary iron.
According to Tiepai's fall feel, this should be Kuai Xuan Tie.
The so-called profound iron is actually a meteorite falling from the sky. The density is quite large, so it is heavy.
But Xuan Tie basically had cold tentacles.
It's like the Desolate Army Spike that Xie Laosi passed to Li Nanfang. It was made of ten thousand years of profound iron under the sea. It was dense and indestructible. Even in the hot summer days, it was cold.
But this piece of iron that was supposed to be Xuan Tie's iron plate, but it can give Wen Yu a clear touch.
This is strange.
Li Nanfang had never heard of a piece of profound iron with the characteristics of Wenyu.
However, nature’s magic and mystery, especially those strangers from outside the world, have such unreasonable characteristics, it is also normal.
It's really unnecessary. To figure out what material it is, just go for it.
Being in the professional habit of appreciating antiques, Li Nanfang first determined the material—it turned out to be something he didn't understand, before he started to see what was on the iron plate.
There are paintings on one side.
One side is the word.
According to the rules of the antique industry, the painted side is the front.
Looking at the negative first, it is also true to appreciate everyone.
Li Nanfang is reading the words.
On the reverse side of the iron plate, there is only the character "人" in a small seal style.
Well, the herringbone in Xiaozhuan style is actually exactly the same as the herringbone in simplified characters.
Even people who have no appreciative skills can recognize this word.
The herringbone is carved from the sun.
Even if the font protrudes a few millimeters from the iron plate, every mahjong master can touch the word with his eyes closed.
The word "person" is really nothing to study.
With the dawn of the eastern sky, Li Nanfang looked towards the front of the iron plate.
After just one glance, his eyebrows twitched.
Immediately, Yang Xiao, who was hiding behind the grass curtain, asked, "What do you see?"
"It's nothing."
Li Nanfang casually said something, and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Hehe, look first. After reading it, it's best not to perfuse me. Otherwise, guess the consequences yourself."
Li Nanfang was very disgusted with Yang Xiao's stinky threats at every turn.
But there is no way.
He couldn't beat and beat others, and there was nowhere to escape. There were two women and a child in his hands. Li Nanfang could do anything besides being obedient and courageous.
Only do what he says, that's it.
The front of the iron plate is opposite to the back, and the picture is inscribed.
The depth of the inscription should be the same as the height of the protrusion of the inscription.
It's like a hydraulic punching machine, after smashing a picture on the front, a personal character protrudes on the back.
The reason why this painting shocked Li Nanfang's body was because he knew the man in Yin Engraved.
This is a woman.
Ancient Chinese maid.
The maid carried a small flower in her left hand and a flower basket in her right hand, looking straight ahead with her head up forty-five degrees.
Not far in front of her, was a three-legged bronze censer.
Three sticks of incense sticks in the censer.
Around the incense burner, some seemingly messy patterns are engraved, like small snakes crawling around.
Li Nanfang was sure that if he stared at those patterns, he would feel nauseous and vomiting and his heart beating violently.
Because of the costume maid on the iron plate, he had already seen it in the Grey Valley of Myanmar last year.
Except for the wrong size, everything else is the same.
Li Nanfang was also sure that if the who stole his "heirloom" could send the scroll and compare it with the maid on the iron plate, he would find that even the pattern on the incense burner would not be the same. .
Comparing with the real object, draw it on the scroll with a pen. As long as you have enough patience and can copy it to be exactly the same, this is nothing extraordinary.
What's amazing is that the picture carved on the iron plate the size of a baby's palm is exactly the same as the one on the scroll.
Did the iron plate copy the scroll, or did the scroll copy the iron plate?
Or is it that the person who portrayed this painting copied the scroll and the iron plate in comparison with the actual object?
Either way, it is quite surprising.
Li Nanfang took the iron plate, put it in his mouth, and tried to bite it hard with his teeth.
When I took it out again, there was no bite mark.
Boss Li's bite force is quite strong, he almost bit off Yang Xiao's meat, right?
"Is this Xuan Tie?"
Yang Xiao's disgusting voice came from behind the grass curtain again.
It may be that he had been practiced all night, afraid of being bitten, exhausted physically and mentally, and his voice was a little hoarse, and a little sharp—in short, it was a bit ugly.
Deserve it.
It is best if the throat is inflamed and a bird has died from a high fever.
Li Nanfang had just finished cursing in his heart and was depressed again.
Judging from the fact that Yang Xiao succeeded in allowing Ham to give birth, it proved that his medical skills were quite impressive.
Although in the Chinese medicine industry, there has always been a saying that "doctors can't treat themselves", but I haven't heard of a few masters of Chinese medicine who died of inflammation in their throats.
"It should be Xuan Tie."
Li Nanfang weighed the iron plaque with his hand, and said hesitantly: "But it's not an ordinary black iron. It seems to come from Mars. After a thousand years, I can still feel the temperature on that planet."
"Speaking seriously, as if you can really be sure that it came from Mars."
"Then trouble Yang Ren, Yang Daxia, tell me, what material is this iron plate?"
"do not know."
"You answered that you didn't know it simply, it reminded me of ignorant children."
"Are you itchy?"
"No."
"Have you seen this woman elsewhere?"
Yang Xiao disdain to quarrel with Li Nanfang again, and soon changed the subject.
Without waiting for Li Nanfang to speak, he added another sentence: "If you lie, your son will be unlucky if you are a woman."
"What a hero to threaten me with women and children?"
"I am not a hero, I am a demon who kills people without blinking."
"You're pretty self-aware. Alas. Well, that brother will tell you where I saw this maid."
Li Nanfang sighed and sat casually on the stone next to the thatched house, looking to the east, and began to tell the story of the scroll.
I don't know if I can return to China alive in this life, and besides the scroll was stolen again, there is no need for Li Nanfang to hide anything.
One says one.
It is rare that after he was living on a desert island, he did not mix his "personal understanding" when talking to Yang Xiao for the first time.
Just lying.
Including, in the woods, he felt that the "little snakes" on the incense burner were alive when he was shaking the scrolls by the mottled sunlight from the treetops, and then he had a strong retching and a terrible feeling of heart beating All these things were said exactly.
But he did not tell Yang Xiao that the iron maid looked like a person.
Yue Zitong's mother, Yang Tiantian, who made Young Master Long's heart fascinated.
It also looked like a female corpse lying in a coffin under the eight-hundred shocking manger.
Could it be that the woman in the dream is really my mother?
When Li Nanfang thought of this, he was wandering beyond the sky, looking at the rising sun, his eyes blank.
Stop talking.
Yang Xiao didn't urge him anymore, and just accompany him in a daze.
"Wow!"
When the baby's cry was blown from the coconut grove by the south wind, Li Nanfang shook his spirits abruptly and woke up from the confusion.
"You don't know who stole that painting?"
Yang Xiao's voice became more and more ugly, as if he was pinching his throat on purpose.
Li Nanfang didn't care.
Even if Yang Xiao's voice is so good to hear the oriole bird, it would be useful to him?
"If you let me know who stole my heirloom, I will kill his family."
Li Nanfang said viciously, stood up and left.
"Return the iron medal to me."
"A broken brand----"
"Don't let me say it a second time."
"In addition to fighting hard, what else do you have?"
Li Nanfang curled his lips and slid the iron card towards the grass curtain.
The high-speed spinning iron plate, like a flying knife, easily pierced the grass curtain.
He didn't hear Yang Xiao's screams after his hand was cut when catching the iron medal, which disappointed Li Nanfang.
I was also curious: "Why do you want this brand?"
Yang Xiao said lightly: "Because it was originally mine."
"what?"
Li Nanfang was a little surprised: "The iron medal is yours? I hold a grass, your big talk is too ridiculous, right? This is Hanmu----"
Yang Xiao interrupted him again: "I said it is mine, and it is mine. Do you have any comments?"
"Do you have."
For the sake of not his opponent, Li Nanfang could only swallow his anger, and then casually said: "Fortunately, you didn't say that the scroll that I lost was also yours."
"You are right, that scroll is mine."
After hearing Yang Xiao say this, Li Nanfang almost jumped up in anger.
But when Yang Xiao continued to say it, he was angry and didn't want to jump again: "You lost my scroll, so if you can escape this ghost place, you have to find it for me. Otherwise, I will I will want you to look good."
Being bullied to this point, Li Nanfang didn't even dare to let go of the fart, it was indescribable.
Only a long sigh: "Oh. Tell me, what else is yours? I will pack it for you later."
"When the time comes, I will tell you."
"dementia."
Finally couldn't help but curse, Li Nanfang got up and left: "Fortunately you didn't say, I am yours too."
"Li Nanfang, you are extraordinarily smart today."
"What do you mean by Mao?"
Suddenly aware of something wrong, Li Nanfang stopped and turned around, staring at the grass curtain with vigilant eyes.
"You are mine too."
Yang Xiao's unpleasant voice came out slowly from behind the grass curtain.
Very clear.
The two women, Ai Weier, also said this when they were made to death by Boss Li.
Boss Li readily agreed.
He is a man of two beautiful women, so it is correct to say that.
Who dares to say that he is not of two beauties, Li Nanfang would break that person's legs----except Yang Xiao.
Boss Li doesn't mind being told by all the beauties in the world that he is hers.
But is Yang Xiao a beauty?
He is just a smelly man who looks too evil!
Why does he say Li Nanfang is his?
"The surname is Yang, I solemnly tell you now."
Li Nanfang gritted his teeth and said: "I have never been interested in men. I would rather die than follow you. You should die of this heart."
"You are mine. You can't run."
Yang Xiao seemed to smile gloomily, and then said: "Don't let your woman come here. I will ask her about the iron sign in the evening. I'm tired and need a rest. It's best for your little boy to shut up. Don't bother me."
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