The villain took me crooked after wearing the book

Chapter 115 I Just Love My Brother

Feng Ming looked aggrieved: "You didn't listen to what he said seriously last night."

"..."

Yan Yuan waved his hand to interrupt him, "Okay, I'm not here to chat with you, just ask if you can do this!"

Feng Ming remained silent for about two seconds before replying without confidence: "Yes..."

Yanyuan was very satisfied with his sense of humor, "Don't worry, just find a way to stop it, and I will help you in the dark."

Hearing that Yan Yuan would help in secret, Feng Ming gained a bit more confidence.

So he got up quickly, because he was not sure who would send the letter, so he had to go to Zhaikou early to guard it.

As dusk approached, the sun radiated its last blaze.

Feng Ming pretended to be a normal person and wandered around the village.

The bandit who was in the same room with him saw him sharp-eyed, and teased, "Oh, you are finally willing to get up, I thought you would have to wrap yourself in a quilt for a day."

Feng Ming grinned when he heard the words, and was not angry because of his words. Instead, he walked up to his side, hooked his neck and slapped him sideways: "Brother, are you tired of staying here this afternoon?"

The bandit snorted, "You've only been here for a short time, so you won't be too tired after you get used to it. Someone has to guard you anyway."

Feng Ming nodded in agreement. He looked at the bandit with an obvious tired face, and said distressedly: "Brother, why don't you go and rest for a while? I'll help you guard for a while."

The bandit was stunned for a moment, "That's not good... Besides, you have to guard the mountain pass later."

Feng Ming said indifferently: "I'm fine. I just feel sorry for my brother who has been guarding for so long. I'm afraid that you will be tired. Since I joined the gang, you have taken care of me. What's wrong with helping you guard?"

The bandit was moved when he heard the words. He had already stood until his legs and feet were numb, so he gave up his seat, "My good brother, help me guard for a while, I will go to rest."

Feng Ming nodded and waved his hand, "Go, you can come later."

After seeing off the people, Feng Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and then he leaned against the gate of the village bored.

As the sky gradually darkened, lanterns were lit around Zhaikou.

He kept muttering in his heart, he hadn't seen many flies for so long, would someone really come to deliver the letter?

Just when Feng Ming was doubtful, he saw a figure approaching from far away.

It was a thin figure, Yuan Sixun, Yuan Feng's right-hand man.

Feng Ming saw that he was walking in a hurry, and a small section of white envelope was exposed from the front of his shirt.

Good guy, his elder brother is really good, and someone really came to deliver the letter.

So when he approached, Feng Ming greeted him, but accidentally stepped on a rock and sprained his foot, and the two of them rolled into a ball.

"Ouch, my old waist, Feng Ming, are you looking for death?"

Feng Ming fell onto him and was stunned. He swore he didn't think of this.

"I'm sorry Brother Sishun, I didn't mean it." Feng Ming apologized in a panic and was about to get up.

Naihe stepped on the smooth little stone that made him fall again, and one of them lost his balance and fell on Yuan Sishun's stomach again.

"Puff puff……"

There was a sound of farts, and the stench permeated the air. Feng Ming looked at Yuan Sishun, whose face was darkened by the pressure, and remained silent in fear.

Yuan Sishun's eyes were full of anger, he gritted his teeth and said, "Hurry up and get away from me!"

Feng Ming's eyes turned red again from his fierceness, and he stood obediently by the side waiting to be criticized.

And Yuan Sishun felt unlucky seeing him like this, and then felt the crotch carefully...

Oops, he seems to be crushed by this kid so that his excrement came out...

At this moment, he has the desire to kill someone, and he has already thought about whether this person will be stabbed first or directly skinned and then cut.

But time was running out and he was forced to stop imagining, the most urgent thing now was to deliver the letter, he wanted to go back and change his pants first, but the letter in his pocket was very urgent, but he couldn't just go see the second master in a shitty way, right?
Under Yuan Sishun's gradually murderous eyes, Feng Ming lowered his head lower and lower.

So Yuan Sishun took out the letter and handed it to Feng Ming, and warned: "I'll go back and change my pants first, and then I'll send this letter to the second leader right away, do you hear me?"

Eh?Is that how you get the letter? !

So Feng Ming hurriedly stuffed the letter into his jacket, and promised: "Brother Sishun, don't worry, I will definitely deliver it."

Yuan Sixhun was still a little worried, and reminded again, "Remember, it's for the second master."

Feng Ming nodded vigorously, and ran to Sun Yi's residence in front of Yuan Sishun.

Only then did Yuan Sishun go to the opposite place with a stinky face.

Feng Ming hid behind a fence, and only after Yuan Sishun left, he retreated and ran outside the gate of the village.

When he came under a dense tree, Feng Ming began to shout softly: "Brother, come out quickly, you've got it!"

Yanyuan jumped down from the tree in the next second. Yanyuan, who had witnessed the whole process, took the letter and was two steps away. He was also afraid of being crushed.

He took out a prepared letter from his pocket and handed it to Feng Ming, "Take it to your second master."

Feng Ming had a bitter face. In the whole village, he was most afraid of facing Sun Yi.

Yan Yuan seemed to see his worry, and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "Don't be afraid, think that if you show your feet, you will face the end of death without a whole body, you should be better."

Feng Ming's fat face was numb: "..."

Thank you, I have been comforted, he is really much better, his hands are not shaking and he is not out of breath!
Yan Yuan rushed down the mountain after receiving the letter, and Feng Ming went to Sun Yi's residence resignedly.

The place where Sun Yi lived was more literati. If he didn't know that this place was a den of bandits, people who entered by mistake might think it was a scholar's house.

I saw a lot of flowers in the courtyard, and there are stone pavilion steps for people to rest, which is a style of literati.

Feng Ming knocked on the door, and heard a soft "Come in" from inside.

Feng Ming pushed the door open, and Sun Yi sat behind the desk with a light on and read a book.

He lowered his head, and respectfully offered the letter with both hands, "Second Master, Brother Sishun has some urgent matters to send me to deliver this letter to you."

Sun Yi raised his eyebrows and reached out to take it, "Sent from the mountain?"

Feng Ming replied in a low voice: "It should be, anyway, it's quite urgent."

Sun Yi looked at the letter, then cast him another glance, and said softly, "You go out first."

"Yes."

Feng Ming withdrew as if he had received an amnesty, raised his head and felt the chill on his forehead when the night wind blew, and it was covered in cold sweat from being frightened.

Sun Yi in the room reached out to open the letter after Feng Ming had left, and there were a few simple words on it telling them not to act rashly.

Sun Yi frowned, looked at the letter carefully, and told them to wait?

If the opponent attacks their cottage again, they may not be able to withstand the pressure.

Sun Yi threw the letter on the table, his feminine face was expressionless, and his eyes stayed on the last word of the letter.

Laughing for a moment, murmured gloomyly in his eyes:
"Han Zhi, you are so stupid."

　Abbaabaabaaba...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)