Strongest Guard

It was the Iron Plate that Yang Xiao had taken away.    

The Iron Plate was as big as Hamm's son's palm. It was oval in shape and about a centimeter thick.    

The corners of Iron Plate s were arcs that prevented their hands from being cut.    

If the weight wasn't wrong, Lee Nanfang would have suspected that he took a piece of the Black Jade the moment he touched it.    

Only when one held the jade in his hand would it give off a smooth and round feeling.    

Just from this point alone, Lee Nanfang was sure that the material of the Iron Plate was not made from ordinary iron.    

According to the feeling of the Iron Plate's pendant, it should be fast black iron.    

The so-called black iron was actually a meteorite that fell from the sky. It was quite dense, so it was very heavy.    

However, black iron was basically ice-cold in the touch.    

Just like the Residual Soul that Xie Laosi passed on to Lee Nanfang, it was made from iron that had been under the sea for ten thousand years. Its density was extremely high and it was able to destroy anything in its path.    

But this Iron Plate that was supposed to be black iron, could give a person a warm feeling.    

That was strange.    

Lee Nanfang had never heard of a black iron having the characteristics of warm jade.    

However, nature was extremely mysterious. Especially these foreign guests, it was very normal for them to possess such an unusual characteristic.    

There was really no need for it. In order to find out what material it was made of, he had to rack his brain.    

Lee Nanfang had confirmed the material when he was appraising antiques — it was actually something he didn't understand. Then, he started to look at what was on the Iron Plate.    

There was a painting on one side.    

On one side was a word.    

According to the rules of the antique industry, the side with the painting was the front.    

Looking at the opposite side first, this was also something that everyone was truly appreciative of.    

Lee Nanfang was reading.    

On the other side of the Iron Plate, there was only a small seal with the word "human" written on it.    

Alright, a small seal character is actually the same as a simple character character.    

No matter how inexperienced a person was, they would be able to recognize this word.    

The character was carved in the sun.    

Even though the words were only a few millimeters long, every mahjong expert could feel this word with their eyes closed.    

There was nothing much to study about the word 'person'.    

Using the light of dawn in the east sky, Lee Nanfang looked towards the front of the Iron Plate.    

Ye Zichen's eyebrows twitched when he saw that.    

Immediately, Yang Xiao, who was hiding behind the grass curtain, asked: "See what?"    

"Nothing."    

Lee Nanfang casually replied and slightly squinted his eyes.    

"Hur hur, take a look first. After reading it, you'd better not lie to me. Otherwise, I can guess the consequences myself. "    

Lee Nanfang was disgusted with the bad habit of threatening Yang Xiao.    

But there was nothing he could do.    

There were two women and a child in his hands. Other than being obedient and being a coward, what else could Lee Nanfang do?    

The only thing he could do was do as he said.    

The front side of the Iron Plate was the complete opposite.    

The depth of the Yin Inscriptions should be as high as the protruding height of the Yang Inscriptions.    

It was like using a water pressure to wash the bed. After he had smashed a picture on the front, the words on the other side of the bed protruded out.    

The reason why this painting made Lee Nanfang Hu tremble was that he knew the person in the Yin Carved.    

It was a woman.    

Ancient Chinese maid.    

The female attendant carried a small hoe in her left hand, while in her right hand she carried a flower basket.    

Not far in front of her was a three-legged cauldron.    

There were three joss sticks in the incense burner.    

Around the incense burner were some seemingly chaotic patterns, just like a pile of small snakes crawling around.    

Lee Nanfang was sure that if he opened his eyes wide and looked at those patterns, it wouldn't take long for him to feel nauseous and vomiting, and his heart would start beating crazily.    

This was because he had already seen the ancient dressed maid on the Iron Plate long ago, back when he was in the Gray Valley of Myanmar last year.    

Except for the wrong size, everything else was the same.    

Lee Nanfang was sure that if the bastard who stole his "heirloom" could deliver that scroll to the maid on the Iron Plate, she would find that the patterns on the incense burner were exactly the same.    

As long as one was patient enough, being able to draw the scroll exactly the same, it was nothing to be proud of.    

The most impressive thing was that on the palm-sized Iron Plate, the drawing was exactly the same as the one on the scroll.    

Was it the Iron Plate copying the scroll or the scroll copying the Iron Plate?    

Or could it be that the person who had drawn this picture, compared to the actual object, had copied it onto the scroll or the Iron Plate?    

Either way, it was quite shocking.    

Lee Nanfang picked up the Iron Plate and put it in his mouth, then tried to bite it with his teeth.    

When he took it out again, there wasn't even a single bite mark.    

Boss Lee's biting force was so strong that it almost bit off Yang Xiao's butt meat, right?    

"Is this Darksteel?"    

Yang Xiao's hateful voice came out again from behind the grass curtain.    

Maybe he had been drilled all night, afraid and bitten, physically and mentally exhausted, a little hoarse and a little sharp-edged — in short, a little unpleasant.    

Serves him right.    

Better to have an inflammation of the throat and burn a bird to death.    

Lee Nanfang was depressed again after cursing in his heart.    

From the fact that Yang Xiao was able to successfully let Hamm go through with his labor, it was clear that his medical skills were quite amazing.    

Although there had always been a saying in the traditional Chinese medicine industry that "a doctor cannot cure himself," few experts of traditional Chinese medicine had died from an inflammation of the throat.    

"It should be black iron."    

Lee Nanfang weighed the Iron Plate with his hand and said hesitantly, "But it is not some ordinary black iron. It seems to come from Mars. Even after a thousand years, I can still feel the temperature of that star."    

"You speak very seriously, as if you can confirm that it came from Mars."    

"Then can I trouble Yang Ren and Young Hero to tell me what kind of material this Iron Plate is made of?"    

"I don't know."    

"Your straightforward reply that I don't know reminds me of an ignorant child."    

"Is your skin itchy?"    

"Nope."    

"You've seen this woman somewhere else?"    

Yang Xiao was disdainful of arguing with Lee Nanfang and quickly changed the topic.    

Without waiting for Lee Nanfang to speak, he added: "If you lie, your woman, your son will be in trouble."    

"What kind of hero are you to threaten me with women and children?"    

"I'm not a hero, I'm just a devil that kills without blinking."    

"You know your own limitations. Sigh. Alright, then I'll tell you something. Where have I seen this maid before? "    

Lee Nanfang sighed and sat on a rock next to the straw hut. He looked to the east and started telling the story of the scroll.    

Since he didn't know if he would be able to return home alive and that scroll was stolen, there was no need for Lee Nanfang to hide anything.    

One said one.    

It was rare for him to not have mixed his "personal understanding" with Yang Xiao for the first time since he had landed on the deserted island.    

It's a lie.    

When he was shaking the scroll in the forest, he felt that the 'little snakes' on the censer had come to life. Afterwards, he felt a strong urge to vomit, and his heart skipped a beat.    

However, he did not tell Yang Xiao that the Iron Plate looked like a person.    

Yue Zitong's mother, Yang Tiantian, who made Young Master Long extremely excited.    

It also resembled the corpse of a woman lying in a coffin under an eight hundred trap.    

Could it be that the woman in the dream is really my mother?    

When Lee Nanfang thought of this, his mind wandered as he looked at the rising sun with a blank expression.    

No more talking.    

Yang Xiao didn't urge him again and just stood there in a daze.    

"Wow!"    

When the south wind blew the crying baby out of the coconut forest, Lee Nanfang suddenly quivered and came back to his senses.    

"You don't know who stole the painting?"    

Yang Xiao's voice became more and more unpleasant to listen to, as if he was deliberately pinching his throat.    

Lee Nanfang didn't care.    

Even if Yang Xiao's voice was as loud as an oriole bird's, what use would it have to him?    

"If I know who stole my heirloom, I'll kill his entire family."    

Lee Nanfang stood up and left as he said that.    

"Return the Iron Plate to me."    

"A crappy sign then …"    

"Don't let me say it again."    

"What else do you know other than fighting?"    

Lee Nanfang curled his lips and forcefully threw the Iron Plate towards the grass curtain.    

The rapidly spinning Iron Plate easily pierced through the grass curtain like a throwing knife.    

Lee Nanfang was a little disappointed that he did not hear the screams of Yang Xiao when his hands were cut after catching the Iron Plate.    

He was also curious. "Why do you want this plate?"    

Yang Xiao lightly said: "Because it was originally mine."    

"What?"    

Lee Nanfang was surprised: "The Iron Plate is yours? F * ck, aren't you bragging a little too much? "This is Hamm …"    

Yang Xiao interrupted him again: "If I say it's mine, it's mine. Do you have any objections? "    

"Yes, no."    

Seeing that he wasn't his match, Lee Nanfang could only swallow his anger and casually said, "Luckily you didn't say anything. The scroll that I lost is also yours."    

"You're right, that scroll is mine too."    

After hearing Yang Xiao's words, Lee Nanfang almost jumped up in anger.    

However, what Yang Xiao said next made him so angry that he didn't want to jump: "You lost my scroll, so if you can escape from this damn place, you have to take responsibility for finding it for me. Otherwise, I will make you look good. "    

Being bullied to this extent, Lee Nanfang did not even dare to fart. It was simply indescribable.    

Only then did he let out a long sigh, "Ai. Tell me, what else is yours? "When I get it back, I'll pack it up for you."    

"I'll tell you when the time comes."    

"Idiot."    

Lee Nanfang finally couldn't hold it in anymore, got up and left: "Luckily you didn't say it, I'm also yours."    

"Lee Nanfang, you're exceptionally smart today."    

"What do you mean?"    

Lee Nanfang, who suddenly realized that something was wrong, stopped and turned around, looking at the grass curtain vigilantly.    

"You are mine too."    

Yang Xiao's unpleasant voice came out from behind the grass curtain.    

It was very clear.    

Avril and Wu Hao said the same thing when they were driven to desperation by Boss Lee.    

Boss Lee happily agreed.    

He was the man of the two beauties. That was the correct way to put it.    

Who could say if he wasn't two beauties, Lee Nanfang would break that person's legs — except for Yang Xiao.    

Boss Lee didn't mind being told by all the beauties in the world that he was hers.    

But was Yang Xiao a beauty?    

He was just a stinky man with a monstrous appearance!    

What right did he have to say that Lee Nanfang was his?    

"You with the surname Yang, I'll tell you now."    

Lee Nanfang gritted his teeth and said: "I have never been interested in men, I would rather die than obey you. "Just give up on that thought of yours."    

"You are mine. You can't run. "    

Yang Xiao laughed sinisterly and continued: "Don't let your woman come over. In the evening, I will ask her about the Iron Plate. I'm tired and need to rest. Tell your son to shut up and not disturb me. "