Ban Fang

When Wen Dexiong saw Tian Jiang, he felt unlucky and turned his eyes away, then raised his eyes eagerly, stood up and came to Yan Xiong's side, and asked eagerly: "Girl, the person who asked... is... ?”

As a bereaved family of the Kingdom of God, those were the last words that his father whispered in his ear before his death. How could he not know the meaning of the greeting she just whispered in his ear?
No matter how destitute the Wen family was, they could not lose their integrity as the personal guard of the Queen of God. Therefore, he was so destitute that he could only work as a headhunter in a border town, and he never complained.

My father said that if the fortune is bad and the future is uncertain, then wait for the opportunity wisely and protect yourself.

He has endured it for so many years, because he believes that one day, the real master of the Wen family will definitely come back.

Is the Wen family still not regretting or complaining, just for my use?
It was a greeting that only the personal guards of the direct line could know. The Wen family had no choice but to submit to Dongyue. The generations of inheritance have been waiting for that person to appear, until they can say the oath of immortality and never regret...

The God Queen's oath, in his generation, it can be said that the oath is completely broken, and it has no binding force at all. The Wen family has too many branches and will not be as prosperous as before, and the clansmen have long forgotten that they are the God Queen's personal guard duty of.

The Wen family's child was taken into the court by the King of Liang long ago. At best, he was a royal companion, but at worst, he was taken hostage and used as a means to restrain him. Now he is the only one left in the Wen family's lineage, and he can still be a relative. Wei? ...

Wen Dexiong's confused eyes were full of doubts. What is the identity of this pair of master and servant who are not master and servant?Why did she know about the Queen's inquiry?

However, the toxicity was relieved too slowly, and his lips and tongue were so numb that he couldn't speak completely. He could only watch the two keep showing their affection. Really... don't you know that Xiu Enai dies so fast?

Pretending not to hear the question clearly, Yan Xie pushed the well-defined chest, and asked jokingly: "The status of the master is noble, how can he be compared with the concubine?" She still remembers what role she is playing now!

"You are a slave, I am a slave, you are a nobleman, and I am a nobleman." Cheng Yun held the catkin poking his chest, and kissed lightly lovingly.

Men: ...are they forced to eat a wave of dog food?
Chu Feng, who had long been accustomed to it, scratched his head and kicked the man on the ground who thought he was dying, "Are you dead? Not dead, wake up."

Before Tian Jiang died, there was still his business!
The master has already sent the news of Wen Dexiong's death back to Yuecheng, and it's almost time to go to Emperor Xuanhe's desk. If there is no mistake, the next decree should let Tian Jiang take over Muchun City on the same day, but who will take over does not matter. It doesn't matter, because it will be Winder Bear who will take over in the end.

Tian Jiang touched his neck, which was still warm, and asked in surprise, "Why am I not dead yet?"

"Soon." Yan Xi raised her eyebrows, and said bluntly, "Hand over what should be handed over, and you can go with peace of mind."

Tian Jiang: ... so you have to die?

Chu Feng tore off Tian Jiang's tattered sleeves, and grabbed the exposed shoulders to show his master the emblem of half a jacaranda plant, the emblem of the Dongyue royal family.

Mu Jun pulled out the dagger on his waist, and cut off the piece of flesh quickly and neatly, so fast that Tian Jiang had no time to cry out in pain. After returning, he threw the pattern to Wen Dexiong, who was still speechless, and took out a bottle from his waist. The Xiang-color porcelain bottle was also thrown away, "Patterns and dyes, can it work?"

He took the flesh like a hot potato, and then the dye, Wen Dexiong immediately had no doubts...

I just wanted to talk about the use of giving him flesh and blood. Without the royal family's special pigments, it is impossible to tattoo that pattern, and the dye appeared in front of my eyes...

Cheng Yun nodded lightly without any trace, Mu Jun grabbed a piece of pigskin frozen in a brocade box, sprinkled corrosive medicine on it, quickly stuck it on the bloody back, and then picked up Wei Wei in the red mud A soldering iron in a small stove sears the two skins tightly together.

The teahouse was filled with bursts of burnt aroma, and before he could call out for help, Chu Feng hit the Ya acupuncture point, and he couldn't even make a hissing sound...

Immediately afterwards, Chu Feng ignored the resentful eyes, and used his hands to abolish his tendons and hamstrings. The dagger glowing with cold light did not drop a single drop of blood, leaving only light red marks on his wrists and ankles.

Seeing that the general situation was over, Tian Jiang could not survive, nor could he wish to die, he prayed for Wen Dexiong, praying for the little happiness, but unfortunately he didn't even look straight at him.

Chu Feng patted his face, and said mockingly, "Accept your fate! When you tried to kill the Wen family, you already squandered the chance to pray for their lives."

Originally, the masters didn't intend to treat him like this. They always thought of the good nature of human beings. Maybe after years of getting along, they had already developed brotherly feelings for Wen Dexiong. Who would have thought that he would be more ruthless than anyone else? Who is to blame?

If you can't distinguish between the righteousness of the country and the indulgence of personal affection, what's the use of keeping such a person?

Waiting for him to continue to harm other people?

Besides, how could the master leave a stone as big as Tianjiang in front of him?
"People who only have a body but no heart, send them away!" Cheng Yun glanced at Wen Dexiong, Cheng Yun asked with a playful smile, "There are a group of beggars in the ruined temple in the southern suburbs of the city, send people there How are you?"

Wen Dexiong opened his mouth, shook the dye and human skin in his hands, and nodded cautiously towards Cheng Yun because he couldn't speak, almost at the same time, the young man who came from the back hall poured a bowl of water into Tianjiang without hesitation. The famous decoction, and then carried the person away without saying a word.

There was no possibility of Tian Jiang's prayer being fulfilled, so he was thrown out of the street through the back door, and at the same time he heard Xiaoer's voice humming and cursing in anger, "How dare you come to Mingxianglou to taste tea when you don't have money? Go back to the beggar's den!"

Wen Dexiong couldn't help laughing mockingly. It turns out that the way to escape has been prepared long ago. I'm afraid these two people came to prepare his carriage...

"I want to ask why? Then as soon as possible, get the emblem tattooed out." Seeing his dignified eyebrows nodding, Yan Yan couldn't help giggling and said, "Otherwise, there is another way."

Wen Dexiong had to admit that neither of these two people was a fuel-efficient lamp. He was still hesitating whether to ask for a solution, but who knew that the other party didn't give him a chance to think, and the problem came.

"Take off your human skin mask, let's be honest."

As soon as Yan Xiong said this, before Wen Dexiong could express his astonishment, the first person who was displeased was the man behind her, with a low voice full of jealousy, threatening in her ear: "Who will allow you to confess to him? ?”

"Frankly, can't you tell the difference?" Yan Yan frowned after finishing the reading, but she ignored Cheng Yun's plan and turned that handsome face to the other side.

"Your mask is very well done. I think the skills passed down from your ancestors have not been wasted in your hands." Yan Xie looked at the rough face, and there was only one word "submissive".

The mask that Li Chengzao gave her had to be used regularly. Look at this face, ugly is ugly, and it is so ugly!

Good morning, the New Year's atmosphere around Suiyu is getting heavier and heavier, I wish book friends ~ health and joy ~