shock!Crazy batch of first assistants cry every night the delicate beauty

Chapter 70
The weather has been gloomy these past few days, and it has been raining all the time, so everything around is damp.

Before Pei Ji fell asleep, it was another weird dream.

She stood in front of her, separated by a corridor, smiling softly.

He stepped forward, and the girl stretched out her clenched hand towards him, and slowly opened her palm, which was a sharp blade, shining coldly.

With a voice that makes his desire unbearable, he seduces and draws a knife on you.

He took the blade and asked, what if it was cut on the neck?
The girl is like a goddess who holds the power of life and death in the world, with a cruel smile, so let's go.

The blood-stained lotus has faded from its greenness, and it is magnificent, weird and grotesque.

He frowned, and his hands hadn't moved yet.

If not, I'll leave, she left a light sentence, turned around and was about to leave.

Don't go!

He clenched the icy blade tightly, and cut the bleeding holes, which became deeper and deeper each time, and the bright red blood flowed out one after the other.

She stopped and looked at him with a smile.

He cut himself open with a knife, showing no mercy, urgent and flustered, blood gushing out gorgeous flowers.There was blood everywhere, and he fell into a pool of blood, still smiling gently at her.

The girl approached him, condescending, stepped on his blood, smiled sarcastically, and told me to stay, do you deserve it?

Even so, it was so beautiful that it drove him crazy.

When the knife cut through the fragile artery in the neck, the blood "swelled", the girl was satisfied, but she still left without hesitating.

Pei Ji woke up.

He propped himself up, unable to distinguish dream from reality for a moment, his eyes drooping, there was no blood.

For several days, he kept repeating this dream.

"My lord, please forgive me!" A panicked voice broke his thoughts.

"For the sake of following you for many years, please forgive me, I will never dare again! Never again!"

A Jinwu guard dragged in a man covered in injuries. He knelt down in front of Pei Ji expectantly, begging for mercy without dignity.

Pei Ji looked at the man in the leader's clothes, with a smile that was not a smile, but his tone was so cold that he was like a ghost in hell: "Do you know why I can climb to this position?"

The man shook his head subconsciously.

Pei Ji slowly moved closer to his ear, and murmured darkly, "Because I've never been soft on traitors."

Seeing that man, he immediately fell limply like a deflated ball, his eyes widened in astonishment, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he was lifeless.

No one saw clearly how Pei Ji did it, but everyone trembled subconsciously, facing this handsome ghost in front of them, there was only boundless fear left.

Li Yi hurried in and whispered something to him.

Pei Ji immediately got up and walked out of the accordion of the teahouse. The place below was full of fighting competitions. In fact, it was just the boring hobby of these dignitaries.

Under the cheers of the crowd, a Kunlun slave raised his arms and knocked down his opponent with a punch, which attracted countless applause.

The cover letter in the audience seemed to be very interesting. This is the Kunlun slave he bought with a lot of money. If he can really defeat the Kunlun slave opposite He Zheng, it will be too much for himself.

The Kunlun slave who was knocked down took a long time to get up. Sure enough, his opponent relaxed and had already raised his arms to cheer for victory.

But in the blink of an eye, an arrow-like shadow rushed over, extremely agile, and extremely vicious, kicked backside, and the tall and burly Kunlun slave fell down straight, without any response.

Feng Wen stood up abruptly, yelling, "Trash!"

He Zheng on the side smiled: "Lord Feng, it's just for fun, why bother to get so angry?"

Among the people present, no one dared to speak, and no one knew about the open and secret struggle between these two men.

Both of them are the most important right-hand men of Lord Shoufu. Three days ago, Feng Wenxian was promoted to Privy Council Envoy because of his contribution to disaster relief.

And Youweiwei General He Zheng is his old opponent. The two obviously belong to the same camp, but Feng Wenxian has always been arrogant and arrogant, and he has to be compared with He Zheng both openly and secretly.

That's right, both of them hold military and political power, so it can be said that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers.

Feng Wenxian glanced at the thin follower standing behind him, and said sharply: "Go!"

Everyone was surprised, this man looked so thin, how could he be the opponent of those Kunlun slaves specially raised to fight wild beasts, he was slapped to death without a single palm!

Pei Ji watched it very interestingly: "When did Feng Wenxian return to Beijing?"

"Three days ago." Li Yi replied.

"Okay." Pei Ji stared at Feng Wenxian downstairs, and suddenly smiled with emotion.

He didn't come to the capital to ask for instructions when he returned to Beijing. It seems that Feng Wenxian's ambition and courage are indeed getting bigger and bigger. Maybe it's because he has given him too many benefits, which made him lost.

"Who is that person?"

What Pei Ji asked was the thin follower beside Feng Wenxian, and Li Yi glanced at him: "This man was originally Lord Feng's horse slave, because he was very good at raising horses and taming animals, he was promoted to train those Kunlun slaves, There is no particular background."

No wonder Feng Wenxian would vent his anger on that person.

This time, that follower had already entered the field, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes, he even clasped his fists to salute his opponent.

The next moment, he dashed over swiftly, catching the Kunlun slave, who had been dismissive at first, by surprise. He shook his arms vigorously, trying to throw him off with strength.

But that thin young man was like a vicious poisonous snake, he would not let go when he strangled his prey, and he moved fiercely, hitting the snake on the seven-inch mark.

Pei Ji sneered, interesting.

After one round, the tall and burly Kunlun slave was a little overwhelmed. At the same time, everyone clapped their hands and applauded, and looked at the young man with implied admiration.

Feng Wenxian stared at the young man on the stage, when did he have such a person in his house?
He tapped the handle of the wooden chair with his fingers, half-closed his eyes, and rolled over with different emotions. He would never stay with someone who was too strong.

But in the second round, the situation was completely reversed. The boy had no fighting spirit at all, and was beaten miserably, which seemed to have annoyed the Kunlun slave.

The emotions in Feng Wenxian's eyes gradually calmed down. Perhaps, it was just a coincidence just now. He was just a slave. Even if he won the first round, it would be a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. He was nervous.

Pei Ji glanced at the young man with admiration, he was a smart man.

"Arrange a new Kunlun slave to win the battle for Feng Wenxian. Also, we must save that follower."

In the evening, a group of nobles dispersed, and everyone was still talking about how today's Kunlun slave named Wenxian turned defeat into victory.

No one noticed that a lame boy with injuries all over his body escaped the Feng family's eyesight, walked forward with great effort, and finally saw the luxurious carriage not far away.

On the carriage, the signboard of the capital and auxiliary government office was unusually obvious, shining golden light in the setting sun.

He was sure that the man was waiting for him.

(End of this chapter)