Chapter 219

The spies pointed at the private room next to Yang Jinfan, threw the girl in his arms down, and listened to the voice next door.

Yang Jinfan hugged left and right into the room, patiently teased with the two women for a while, flicked his fingers twice, and watched them drink the wine in their glasses before cooling down.

Two smiling women leaned softly beside the wine table, and Yang Jinfan entered the space, changed into a night suit, and jumped out of the window.

The spies listened for a long time, frowning enough to kill flies.

There was still the sound of drinking and having fun just now, why did it stop all of a sudden?

He put his ears closer to the wall, but he didn't notice a black figure standing behind him.

Yang Jinfan chuckled: "What are you listening to? I'm here."

The spy was startled by the sudden voice behind him, almost shaking the furnishings in the room.

He turned around and saw Yang Jinfan staring at him playfully, almost frightened him out of his wits.

"You... who are you?!"

Yang Jinfan showed a mentally handicapped look, and raised a sword to the scout's neck, and the scout's legs went limp from fright.

"I don't know who I am, and you followed me all the way. What kind of mentality do you have?"

"I... I didn't follow you!"

"A dead duck has a tough mouth."

Yang Jinfan's eyes turned cold, and he moved the sword a little closer.

"Say, who sent you here?"

The spy did not speak, but stared at Yang Jinfan in horror, and shouted: "The hero, spare your life, the hero, spare your life!"

The corner of Yang Jinfan's mouth twitched, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Should I say it or not, the mastermind behind this scene is a bit contemptuous!
Find someone who can't kung fu to be a spy, do you look down on her?

Yang Jinfan put away his long sword, and the man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the threat on his neck was withdrawn.

Yang Jinfan, however, provoked a vicious smile, reached out and grabbed his neck, slowly increasing his strength, the spy's eyes widened, and the feeling of suffocation suddenly came up, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover Yang Jinfan's hand, trying to squeeze him Split your hands.

However, this man looked small, but he was quite strong. The spy tried his best to feed him, but he didn't move Yang Jinfan's hand a little bit.

Yang Jinfan admired his blushing face indifferently, and said: "I'll give you one last chance, if you don't tell the truth, you will suffer a lot."

The spy pretended he didn't hear him at all, he was still grabbing Yang Jinfan's hand that was strangling his neck, his feet kept thrashing, trying to break free.

Yang Jinfan took out a pill from his waist and stuffed it into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth without giving the spy any time to react.

Yang Jinfan let go of his hand, the spy let out a sigh of relief, feeling that he was alive again, frantically trying to spit out the pill, and even put his finger in to stir it, but the result was retching, but he couldn't spit it out .

Yang Jinfan yawned impatiently, and kindly reminded: "Don't waste your energy, tell me quickly, or you will die in an ugly way."

The spy had tears in his eyes, and looked up at Yang Jinfan with anger on his face.

"You, at such a young age, are so vicious-hearted!"

After finishing speaking, there were bursts of piercing pain in his bones, and he was so painful that his body curled up like a shrimp, and he rolled on the ground.

Yang Jinfan squatted down and looked at him: "You and I are strangers, but you followed me all the way, you planned something wrong first, but you bit me instead, you think I have a good temper?"

"Quickly tell the truth, who sent you here?"

The spy was in so much pain that tears flowed down his face, and his lip was bitten. After holding on for a long time, he finally couldn't hold it anymore.

"I... I said! It's... Pinyi Pavilion..."

Pinyige?
Yang Jinfan asked again: "But the Pinyi Pavilion in this town?"

The man covered his stomach: "Yes, they gave...a portrait...three years ago...started to search around...said it was someone similar to the portrait...everything..."

"What are you talking about?"

"Everything... shoot to kill."

Yang Jinfan was puzzled, she did not pose any threat to Pinyige!

"Have you seen that portrait?"

The spy was on the verge of fainting at this moment, and he just gritted his teeth unconsciously.

Yang Jinfan took another pill from his waist and fed it to him.

After a while, the man regained consciousness a little, and felt that most of the pain in his body had been relieved.

"Answer me, have you seen that portrait?"

That person suffered such a crime, knowing that this person in front of him is not easy to mess with, so regretful in his heart!
He shouldn't have put himself in it for a little profit.

It's strange to say that the man in front of him looks like a harmless young man, but in fact he is a vicious little devil with three faces.

Now he didn't dare to hide any more, and said everything in one go.

"I saw it at the shopkeeper of the inn. In the portrait is a very beautiful little boy. Judging from the clothes in the portrait, he should be a nobleman. The little boy is about three or four years old, and his smile is very cute. "

"Oh! The most attractive thing is that the boy has a cinnabar mole at the end of his left eyelid. I have never seen such a beautiful little boy. Just from the portrait, I know that real people must not be simple."

Yang Jinfan was slightly startled by the news that the spies just released flashed through his mind.

There is a cinnabar mole at the end of the left eyelid, isn't that brother Yao!

She also discovered very early on that she and Feng Yiyao are somewhat similar, but Feng Yiyao's appearance is more elegant, while her own appearance is more cold.

"Are you sure the person in the portrait is only three or four years old?"

The man recalled it for a while, then nodded with certainty: "That's right, it's three or four years old."

Yang Jinfan was puzzled again. Brother Yao was five years older than her, and now he is 16 years old. Before he went to Return to Soul Valley, he was also 12 years old, and he wore a mask all the year round, which he took off later.

Eh, no!

The behind-the-scenes owner of Pinyi Pavilion is from Shangjing. I heard that Feng Yiyao is also from Shangjing. Could it be that that person knew Feng Yiyao a long time ago?
Feng Yiyao, Feng, surnamed Feng...

Yang Jinfan's eyes widened suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something extraordinary!

Feng is the surname of the country, and Feng Yiyao happens to be from Shangjing, and the master has intentionally or unintentionally revealed that brother Yao is a noble man.

Could it be...Feng Yiyao is a relative of the emperor?
Thinking of this, Yang Jinfan suddenly came back to his senses, met the man's frightened eyes, raised his hand and knocked him unconscious, and then flashed back from the window.

She just gave him a pill that would cause pain in his body but would not have any after-effects, so he was so frightened, it seemed that he was just a passer-by who was being used as a gun, and didn't care too much about him.

Returning to the private room just now, Yang Jinfan took out some broken silver and put it on the table, tapped with his toe through the window, and disappeared into the night.

Before returning to the inn, Yang Jinfan changed back into the men's outfit, and went back to his room as if nothing had happened.

The shop waiter warmly greeted him again: "The guest officer is back, and the waiter has prepared some hot water for you in the back kitchen. The guest officer has been tiring all day, do you want to take a hot bath and relax?"

Yang Jinfan only replied "no need" lightly, and Shi Shiran went back to his room.

 Four thousand today~
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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