Chapter 989

"Without rules, there is no place. The Yi nationality can continue to this day by relying on the rules handed down by its ancestors. No one can violate them."

The old clan leader paused his crutch and said in a cold voice, "girl, if you break off your relationship with this outsider now, you are still a good daughter of our Yi nationality. Otherwise, the clan leader's grandfather can't protect you, and you will have to bear the punishment of stabbing your body with a needle board. I'm not scaring you. Since ancient times, no one can survive from the needle board. You have to think clearly."

"I..."

Murong Qing looks at Chu fan and thinks of the little things they have known since they met, from selling tea at the beginning to being rescued in the club, to her sacrificing her life to save Chu fan in turn, and the sweetness of their relationship. Knowing that her brother was in trouble, she immediately put down everything and ran into Qingcheng sect alone to defeat the leader of Qingcheng and frighten all sides.

If you leave Chu fan in order to live, what's the meaning of living? Without love, what's the difference between living and walking?

Murong Qing clenched her teeth: "patriarch Grandpa, for the love between us, I am willing to roll a needle board."

"Ah!"

The crowd was in an uproar. They didn't know whether they were admiring her courage and her loyalty to love, or regretting her. How could the only college student in the village, who was also the most beautiful girl, be confused and choose such a dead end?

Guo Jibo was anxious and grabbed Murong Qing's arm: "sister, are you crazy? You'll die."

"As long as I can be with brother fan, even if there is only a little hope, I won't give up." Murong Qing reluctantly smiled, "don't worry, brother, my life is hard and I can't die."

"You... Alas!" Guo Jibo sighed with annoyance and came to his father. "Dad, please persuade Qing'er. She's looking for death."

Zhen Zhao said expressionless, "life and death are destiny. Wealth lies in heaven. When she grows up, she has the right to choose happiness. Whether she can survive depends on heaven."

"Qing'er, my Qing'er..."

A middle-aged woman cried and stumbled over. Guo Kibo hurried forward and held her: "Mom, why are you here?"

"Can I not come?" the woman sobbed. "It's not easy for you to come back. Your sister wants a needle rolling board again. Isn't it my life? Qing'er, please, you can't be impulsive."

"Niang!" Murong Qing came over, plopped and knelt down to his mother. "He and I really love each other. I also firmly believe that we can pass the test. Niang, let me have a try?"

"Silly child, you are willing to take your life to try, but will others?" Qing's mother stroked her daughter's cheek and cried, "the man outside is unreliable. Don't be deceived by his sweet words. In those years, my good sister Chunhua was the best example, so don't be stubborn."

Murong Qing said firmly, "maybe Chunhua and I are the same kind of people. We can give up our lives for love. But my man is definitely different from her man. He won't let me suffer alone."

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on Chu fan. At a glance, they almost tilted everyone's nose. People are going to die for you. Can you still laugh? Do you have a long heart?

The old clan leader paused his crutch, and the noisy discussion around him suddenly disappeared and became silent. The old patriarch stared at Chu fan and asked, "outsiders, do you still want to be with Qing girl?"

"Of course, no one wants to separate us." Chu Fan said without hesitation.

Suddenly, Murong Qing's hanging heart fell back and looked at Chu fan with an intoxicating smile. She knew that she would not be wrong. How could Chu fan abandon her?

The old clan leader said in a deep voice, "outsiders, you have to think clearly. Choosing to be with sunny girl is to bear the test of needle board. Are you willing to roll needle board with her?"

"No!" Chu fan shook his head again without hesitation.

Suddenly, several young men around him were so angry that they rolled their arms and sleeves and were about to beat him. Even Murong Qing couldn't help showing disappointed eyes. But then Chu Fan said with a smile, "how can women come to this kind of thing? I can do it alone."

Now, everyone is restrained. Is this guy really stupid or pretending to be better? That's a needle board. Rolling around can make you into a watering can. All the blood sprayed out is blood. You think it's your Kang. Roll from the Kang to the top of the Kang, whatever you want?

The old patriarch was surprised and said, "what did you say? Say it again."

"I said, I'll come to the needle rolling board alone. Do you understand?"

"You can think about it. It's not for fun?"

"Don't I have to die if I don't have a needle rolling board?" Chu fan glanced. "You interrupted the man before and threw the back mountain to feed the wolf. At least I have some backbone and it's worth dying."

Murong Qing can't laugh or cry. It's a very manly thing. Leng is said to be forced and helpless by him. Can you be more shameless?

The old clan leader almost couldn't help scolding his mother. How could there be such a wonderful flower? I really don't understand. How can Qing girl take a fancy to such a thing?

"Old clan leader, it's getting late. Take out the needle board quickly. After rolling, I can roll back to bed and don't delay everyone's rest." Chu fan is still worried.

OK, you're in a hurry to reincarnate. Am I still reluctant to bury it?

The old clan leader waved his hand: "come on, go to the warehouse and carry the needle board over, ignition handle!"

These young men all wished Chu fan would die on the needle board. They ran faster than rabbits one by one, and soon brought the needle board. There are two pieces in total. They are about three meters long and about one meter six wide. The base of the needle plate is a sleeper at least 15 cm thick, which is filled with three inch long steel needles, dense and neat.

It is estimated that some ideas are useless and covered with dust, but the mottled dark brown blood on the sleeper shows that this thing is definitely a sharp tool for bleeding. Put it there, it seems that you can smell a bloody smell, which makes people's scalp numb at a glance.

I don't know. How did the spring flower have the courage to challenge?

Although Murong Qing shouted very hard, when she saw the needle board, her face turned white. She came to Chu fan and grabbed his arm nervously, but she couldn't say a word.

"Don't worry." Chu fan patted the back of her hand, smiled and comforted, "don't you know what I can do? Don't say it's this broken needle board. Even if it's a hail of bullets, I still walk on the ground. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

When Chu fan turned around and wanted to pass, Murong Qing couldn't help hugging his neck and kissed him deeply on his lips. The young people around him were so excited that their eyes were red. They almost took out the firewood knife and tore Chu fan apart.

Nima, the goddess of our village, was arched by an alien pig. It's too beast.

On the contrary, those young girls looked at them with envy. Not to mention Chu fan's appearance and background, it was enough to make people fall in love with him just because he was willing to go to the needle rolling board for Murong Qing. His bravery is the most appreciated place by Yi girls.

If an outsider is willing to roll a needle board for me, I will marry him like Murong Qing. Even if I eat bran and swallow vegetables, I will have no regrets.

For a long time, the two separated. Chu fan took off his shirt and trousers in full view of the public, leaving a pair of shorts. He looked down and said, "old patriarch, can you leave me one? I'll be embarrassed if so many aunts, sisters and sisters look at it."

Wipe, it's all dying. It's still poor!

The old patriarch nodded: "OK, if you are ready, start. Let's make a witness."

Chu fan, wearing shorts, hugged the old and young men around him and said, "fellow villagers, parents and younger brothers, when they arrived at your treasure land at the beginning of today, everyone who has money holds a money field, and those who have no money applaud..."

Murong Qing blushed and stamped angrily: "stop talking nonsense and start quickly."

"Hey, my girlfriend is anxious to go home to sleep, so she won't gossip with you." Chu fan laughs and walks to one end of the needle board, squats down and looks carefully, and tries it with his hand. Pure steel needle. If ordinary people go up, they will be dead or alive.

Some people who play tricks in the Jianghu have performed stepping on the nail board and rolling the nail board, but the tip of the nail is blunt and the stress area is large. After a little training, they won't stab the skin and flesh. But now this is a needle board. The tip of the needle is as sharp as the wheat awn. On the surface, it looks like a brush. In fact, the needle is not flat, but just a little error, which will pierce the skin and flesh and make people bleed.

Everyone's heart hung to their throat and stared at Chu fan. They didn't even dare to breathe. But just when they thought Chu fan was ready to lie down, Chu fan suddenly stopped and smiled, "is there water? I'm a little thirsty!"

Plop

Several of them fell to the ground, almost rushed up and pressed Chu fan on the needle board, and then stepped on a few feet. Asshole, is it over?

However, the old patriarch did not smile, but waved his hand seriously and drank, "serve the wine!"

This is decapitation wine. After drinking, I'm not afraid to go on the road.

Chu fan drank three bowls in a row, hiccupped, waved his hand and said, "this wine is good. Save the rest for tomorrow... Hiccup!"

As soon as the voice fell, Chu fan seemed unable to drink. He fell on his back and fell on the chopping board. This strength can't be tied into a meat kebab? The timid man was so frightened that he cried out and covered his eyes with his hands that he didn't dare to look.

The next moment, I heard exclamation and surprised inhalation. What's going on? Aren't people dead?

Timid slowly opened his eyes, carefully looked at the past, and suddenly widened his eyes. This... How is this possible? Instead of dying, he smashed the needle board into a human shaped depression and turned over again. The steel needle was broken like wheat in the wheat field‘ The sound of the broken steel needle was heard all the time. Like a road roller, Chu fan ran from head to toe. He didn't even shed a drop of blood or even break his shorts.

This guy is so inhuman