"Keng lang lang", the chain flicked around and skillfully put it on Meng Fuyao's body.
The people hurriedly scattered in an uproar, sighing secretly that the owner of the shop was unlucky, and if such a thing happened on a good day of opening, it would most likely offend the governor.
Meng Fuyao weighed the chain with his hand, turned his head to look at Mr. Li, and asked curiously, "Bullying men and women? Which man did I bully? Which woman did I bully?"
"You bullied the weak in Yaocheng, and my son's road is not fair!" Mr. Li looked at her with a smirk, "You forced weak women to be homeless, and they worked hard all day long, just to pay back your huge sum of money." blackmail!"
Hussan
Meng Fuyao raised his eyebrows, this time he was really angry, that dead woman was so ignorant, and wanted to instigate someone to deal with her? Mr. Li is probably interested in Hu Sang's beauty, so he doesn't care about standing out for the beauty, he is really full!
This kid is also so stupid that he doesn't know the etiquette system. His father is the governor, so he is also the governor? Take yourself, a general of the third rank, in the street? Hu Sang, Hu Sang, you have really bad eyesight, and you can't choose the right place to find a backer.
She laughed sinisterly, and was thinking about how to deal with this bastard Mr. Li, when he suddenly heard him order the guards loudly, "Prepare me a pleading, I will report this guy on Miss Hu's behalf, and take him to the government prison first " He suddenly lowered his voice, leaned close to the leader of the class and whispered, "I'm locked up with that old guy surnamed Fang, isn't that guy who gets close to him and dies? Let this kid have a taste..."
He spoke in a very low voice, but Meng Fuyao heard it clearly, and suddenly withdrew his hand that was about to reach out to beat someone.
Surname Fang? old man? Who is close to who dies
Sounds like someone I'm looking for...
Although the place where it appears is a bit strange, it is normal for this kind of person to appear in the world like ghosts and games, and it is normal to act out of line. It may be possible to suddenly become interested in the prison, and it is possible to go in and play for a few days.
Meng Fuyao pondered, hey, how can you get a tiger cub if you don't enter the tiger's lair, go and have a look? Anyway, Fang Yimo doesn't know himself, so he won't be in danger, just take a look and he'll come out.
The interrogative sentence immediately turned into an affirmative sentence, and Meng Fuyao winked at Yao Xun who rushed over, signaling him to leave it alone, and obediently followed the clerks.
Mr. Li looked at it with a sneer, and felt that his body was shaken, and his arrogance burst out. The kid really obeyed obediently, and couldn't help being proud. He touched the top of his bald head, and suddenly became angry, and raised his hand to slap him. "You bastard, it's time for me to teach you a lesson!"
He swung his slap vigorously, using all his strength, and didn't want to slap halfway, when his palm suddenly folded back strangely.
There was a sound of bone cracking, Mr. Li jumped eight feet high, hugged his palms and howled, his hand turned a hundred and eighty degrees in an instant, and was bent parallel to his wrist.
Meng Fuyao looked at it with a smile, spat out the shell of the melon seeds in his mouth, and said, "The melon seeds of Chrysanthemum Road are good! Fragrant! Crisp! They are strong even when broken!"
She approached Li Gongzi whose face was distorted from the pain, and said in a low voice, "I am in a good mood today, and I am willing to give you face. Don't be shameless, obediently put me in prison quickly, just as you said, and That old Fang guy is in the cell—quick! Do you hear me?"
Mr. Li trembled in fright, and stared at Meng Fuyao in horror and pain. He really didn't understand that there was such a freak race in the world. Obviously, the people here couldn't trap her, so he just asked for trouble to go into the cell.
Meng Fuyao had already staggered straight to the government prison, singing happily, "Look for it, look for it, look for a friend, look for you and find it in the cell..."
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The cell in the government office and all the cells are almost gloomy and dark, but Meng Fuyao has seen the bloodiest and most horrific cells, so naturally it goes without saying, she is interested in that "old guy surnamed Fang."
This person is sitting three feet away from her. From head to toe, he is very abstract and incomprehensible. After observing him for a quarter of an hour, Meng Fuyao feels that this person is very deep and sharp, between a beggar and an expert. Sex each accounted for fifty percent.
She rolled her eyes, trying to find "the eyebrows of an expert" from the other party's messy hair, thinking about the opening line, "May I ask if you are Fang Yimo?" This is really a bit silly.
"May I ask-"
The other party suddenly fell down to sleep, and stretched a pair of big feet that were so dirty that the color could not be seen clearly to Meng Fuyao's nose.
Meng Fuyao stared at those black iron-colored feet, and felt that this shape really didn't match the beautiful and fashionable title of "Xinghui Holy Hand", but there was actually a big mole on the sole of the foot, with flowing hair growing on the mole. , is this the origin of "Xinghui"
After studying the soles of the feet for a long time, Meng Fuyao suddenly realized that something was wrong.
Why is Mao floating
wind
Why is there a sudden wind all around
This is a dense prison without even a window. Where does the wind come from
The wind comes from all sides.
"Shua!"
A gust of wind suddenly passed over her head, fast and sharp.
Meng Fuyao suddenly bounced up, and rolled around to avoid it. When he landed, a strand of black hair floated down like a black cloud.
She looked at the strand of broken hair in horror, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back. Before she had time to think, there was another ray of wind behind her!
This time, he aimed straight at her back, with such swift force, he could definitely stab her to death with a "wind"!
With no time to dodge, Meng Fuyao fell to the ground with a "bang", and the sound of the wind passed over his back, with a sound of "Hey!", a big slit was opened on the back of his clothes, and it was cold.
Just a hair's breadth away, she was about to have her back cut open!
The sound of the wind is as fast as thunder and lightning, turning into sharp blades, thin, transparent and silent, flying across the narrow space. In this small prison cell, the calm and gentle wind in nature suddenly becomes an invisible sharp weapon for killing people. The god-like power was silently manipulating, stabbing, slashing and stabbing, and the knife and knife wanted to put Meng Fuyao to death.
What's worse, every appearance of those "winds" is strange and mysterious, with tricky angles. It seems that the invisible hand of the gods summons this natural force and turns it into a set of magical sword skills. .
Meng Fuyao was forced to use all her abilities in front of such a mysterious and strange force. She kept rolling, dodging, moving and jumping, and the deep purple figure flew like lightning in the small space. In the end, it has surpassed perception and completely become instinct, and I saw that shadow whirling back and forth, transforming into faint overlapping shadows, and then drifting instantly in people's field of vision.
"Hey!"
Another gust of wind came towards her, this time between her eyebrows who were lying on the ground!
Meng Fuyao cursed, "Damn!" Without saying a word, he stretched out his hand and tugged at the dirty feet, "You're blocking it!"
With a pull on the foot, the motionless body of that person was so light that it was beyond people's imagination, and it was pulled up completely and stood upright in the air.
The wind stopped.
The wind knife all over the sky stopped, and the surroundings suddenly became silent again.
Meng Fuyao stared blankly at the foot he was holding, and cursed for a while, "Damn! If I knew it, I would have arrested you to block the knife!"
That foot suddenly kicked!
"Snapped!"
Meng Fuyao was kicked out mercilessly, and hit the fence so hard that his limbs felt like they were falling apart. Meng Fuyao struggled to get up, bursting into anger, "Damn, you dare to kick me." Jump over.
The man opened his eyes amidst his disheveled hair, and his eyes slammed over like a giant hammer. The eyes were deep and grand, like a bottomless black hole that constantly produced whirlpools. With powerful and mysterious power, it smashed Meng Fuyao's body. a meal.
It's a pity that Meng Fuyao has always been a fierce man, after a pause, he continued to pounce, punching the opponent's stomach fiercely, "I told you to plot against me! I told you to teach a shitty apprentice!"
She decided that this person was indeed Fang Yimo, who else could be so awesome except him, and the natural force of heaven and earth can also be used as a weapon. Since we really met here on a narrow road, and this person killed him from the very beginning, it means that he has already I recognized myself, so why hesitate? It's just a matter of life and death if you strike first to be strong and then to suffer disaster.
She pounced on him, not giving him any chance to use the damned wind knife again, "Eighteen Styles of the Shrew", head-butting hands, grabbing legs, kicking and biting, and at the same time using Po Jiuxiao's skills and moves insidiously, the head-butting Going out is an iron head, the hand is ready to dig out the heart when it is grabbed, the kick with the leg will kick the baby's egg, and the bite will only bite the throat.
She swooped murderously like a tiger out of its guard, the man just closed his eyes and let out a breath.
Meng Fuyao felt his eyes go dark again, as if he had been hit in the heart by a hammer, and flew out like a kite with a broken string, and slammed into the iron fence again, in exactly the same position as before.
Damn... the gap is so big... isn't Lao Tzu already a top-notch master in mainland China? How can someone blow me to death with one breath
Meng Fuyao spit out a mouthful of blood in a "bah", viciously brushed back her disheveled hair, got up again, and pounced again!
"boom!"
Crashed back to the exact same position again.
Climb again, jump again!
"boom!"
There was a puddle of blood on the ground, Meng Fuyao crawled slower and weaker each time, but she didn't seem to feel it, and continued to stand up staggeringly.
She moved her legs and moved over step by step.
I choose to die in battle, and I will never commit suicide again in this life!
Pounce again!
"boom!"
"boom!"
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For the tenth time, Meng Fuyao wiped the blood from her mouth, stood up little by little, staggered and panted for a while, leaned on the wall and swayed slowly step by step, her eyes were a little loose, her legs and hands were too weak to lift When she got up, the blood dripped from her mouth while walking, she tilted her head, rubbed the blood off the clothes on her shoulders, and continued to grin at the other party.
The old man suddenly sighed.
Meng Fuyao's eyes darkened, subconsciously waiting for the sharp pain of being hit by the iron fence for the first time, but there was no movement, the old man suddenly sat up cross-legged, he looked at Meng Fuyao deeply, with strange eyes, and said for a long while, "You finally came."
He looked skinny, but his voice was astonishingly loud. The few words made Meng Fuyao's ears ring. She opened her eyes in astonishment, and gasped, "Ah? You knew I was coming?"
"I have been waiting for you for thirteen years."
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao was so surprised that his saliva flew out. Didn't he? Fang Yimo foresaw the festivities between himself and his apprentice thirteen years ago, foresaw that he was going to find him for the antidote, and foresaw that he would be raped. Go to prison and meet him here
So fucking amazing, right
"Thirteen years ago, I asked that old guy, where is my disciple from another life? What if I die if he doesn't come again? The old guy pointed me here and said that as long as I wait here, I will meet him sooner or later, but I didn't expect it. Sooner or later, it was actually thirteen years too late."
... What does this say? Why can't you understand a word
"Last night, I thought, if you don't come, I will have to kill people," the old man said lightly. "I only have one day left. If you don't come, I will have no successor. I will kill the emperor of this country."
"Ah...why?" Meng Fuyao stammered and asked, if I don't come, why did you kill Changsun Wuji's father
"Who told his prison not to arrest those who should be arrested." The old man answered naturally.
Meng Fuyao drew a black line, and asked cautiously for a while, "You... aren't Fang Yimo?"
"Fang Yimo?" The old man's voice suddenly recalled, as if it was a name buried in a long memory, evoking his past days of strong winds and tsunami, he said lightly, "The battle thirty years ago , is he still dead?"
"I'm not dead, I'm not dead..." Meng Fuyao cried bitterly, and immediately rushed forward and hugged the old man's thigh, "Master... I'm your disciple, right? A master should support his disciple, right? Fang Yi Mo instigated his disciples to bully me..."
Damn, cheap master, don't use it for nothing, don't use it after the expiration date, I didn't hear that there is only one day left in the shelf life.
The old man lowered his head, looked at Meng Gouzai's crying face, and for a while showed confusion, and said, "This is my very brave, rare iron-boned disciple?"
Meng Fuyao let out an eh, and said embarrassingly, "You must see the essence through the appearance..."
"Anyway, it's too late..." The old man closed his eyes, and put his fingers on the top of Meng Fu's head, "Your bones are rare... It's probably right, if it's wrong, I'll come back and kill you..."
Meng Fuyao snorted again, feeling that life is so fucking full of drama and danger.
The top of the head suddenly trembled, and a warm current poured down the top, rushing in, like a strong wind blowing in the body, moving ups and downs, sweeping away the stagnant blood, foam, residual poison and dregs in the body, and then cushioning the meridians of the body little by little. The air was gradually smoothed out, and then gradually surged like a tide.
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, shit, did the dog blood adventure in the martial arts novel really fall on me? A certain master who was waiting for me in a strange place taught me the skills of his whole life. Since then, my martial arts have greatly improved, and I am unrivaled in the world. I want to kill whoever I want to kill, and whoever I want to cut down...
She was drooling intoxicated in her dream, but she didn't realize that the gust-like air flow in her body gradually surpassed the dams of true energy and meridians in her body, impacting her inner organs bit by bit...
"stop!"
It turned out to be Zong Yue's voice. Meng Fuyao opened his eyes in astonishment, and wanted to look back, but found that he could not move at all, nor could he make any sound. Regardless of whether she can bear it or not, Meng Fuyao is like a balloon that is constantly being blown up, gradually inflating, making her blood throbbing, dizzy, and her temples throbbing. She feels that she just needs to open her mouth and spit it out. It must not be the language, but all the internal organs of oneself.
It turns out that giving you things for no reason may not be a good thing...
"Senior, please stop!" Zong Yue's voice rang above his head, this man with a calm tongue was full of urgency at this moment, Meng Fuyao only caught a glimpse of his snow-white clothes fluttering from the corner of his eyes, as if he had rushed to the prison door, "Senior Stop! Her skill is in conflict with yours, and she cannot accept your real power!"
"What does that matter?" The old man quacked with a smile, "I just abolished her old kung fu."
Meng Fuyao was about to faint when he heard that his eyes were dark, and he was going to abolish my "Broken Nine Heavens"? That is the miraculous skill that I have endured countless hardships and practiced for thirteen years, and now you are going to abolish it? You just kill me.
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"Senior, please be merciful!" Zong Yue said urgently, "There is no need to abolish it, but even though her meridians have been strengthened, it is still not enough to bear the strength of senior, please slow down!"
"Slow down? What should I use to slow down? I only have one day to live, and my wish must be fulfilled by her, and it must be her." The old man said slowly, "Who told her to come late, I will give her a good deal."
The cell door was kicked open with a bang, and the corners of snow-colored clothes floated in. Zong Yue entered the door without saying a word, and stretched out his palm to press Meng Fuyao's head.
"Younger is arrogant!" The old man snorted, flicked his sleeves, Zong Yue raised his arms, and there was a clang like gold and iron clashing. Zong Yue's face flushed, then turned pale, and gradually turned transparent, so transparent that it turned blue .
"You have a chronic illness, and if you use your true power, you will shorten your lifespan. Young people still have a lot of good years, so why seek death." The old man said indifferently, "Get out of the way, what I want to do, no one in this world can stop it."
Meng Fuyao raised his eyes, looked at Zong Yue gratefully, and signaled him to get out of the way with his eyes, hey, I'm just an unlucky guy anyway, so I can do as much as I like, there's no need to delay you.
Zong Yue stood there in a daze, not looking at Meng Fuyao, his upright figure suddenly became slightly hunched, and he stood like a pine tree covered with snow. The air was extremely still, and there was an atmosphere of hesitation and uneasiness flowing slowly.
After a long time, he took a step back, another step.
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes and didn't look at him, she was afraid that he would be embarrassed.
He is definitely not the old man's opponent, and leaving is completely the right choice.
"The apprentice of the Immortal Medicine Master has seen Senior!" Suddenly, someone's knees fell heavily behind him, "Please Senior see the kindness of my teacher who saved my life thirty years ago, and let her go!"
Meng Fuyao was shocked, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the snow-colored robe corners spread out on the ground, Zong Yue knelt down? Kneel for her
He backed away, just didn't want her to see him kneeling for her
This incomparably proud, vicious-tongued man with a serious cleanliness obsession with snow-like temperament and words, knelt down and pleaded with strangers for her? Kneeling for her on the muddy and dirty prison floor
Meng Fuyao's heart constricted one after another, and her blood surged to her dizziness. She would rather explode and die at this moment than see Zong Yue back down to this point for her. The man has gold under his knees, and this gold is not worth it for a fool like her. waste.
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"Are you Gu Yidie's disciple?" The old man was also a little surprised, and turned to look at Zong Yue, "No wonder you see that she and I are not in harmony—"
"Kneel him ass!" The loud shout suddenly exploded, the voice and people were like a cannonball, the black line shot straight at it, the momentum was astonishing, and the wind blew up everywhere it passed, blowing everything up. Staggering to and fro, the door of the prison had been knocked apart by the strong wind before the person arrived, "Eat me with a pestle!"
Zhan Beiye has arrived.
The old man raised his messy eyebrows, flicked his empty hand in the air, and the air was suddenly blown by wind knives, cold air radiated, and Zhan Beiye's hair was immediately cut into sections like a dog gnawing Scattering around, countless holes appeared on the black clothes, he did not dodge, let the blood splatter from those holes, the attack did not diminish at all, the old man frowned, his eyes were surprised, his fingers kept flicking, and every time he hit Kitano's body, he felt as if he had been caught. The gigantic log hit him hard, three times in a row, but he couldn't stop his charge by a single point. He laughed and rushed forward, and the vajra rod was swung behind him, making a violent sound of wind.
"Smash you to death!"
The old man's expression of astonishment became stronger, and he laughed loudly, "Are all the younger generation so clueless?" He stretched out his hand abruptly.
Zong Yue, who had been kneeling in front of him, suddenly raised his head and said with a smile, "Yes!"
When he stretched out his hand, there was a round black bead between his fingers. He knelt very close, and when he flicked his finger, the black bead flew towards the old man's laughing mouth.
The old man hastily shut up, but the black bead shattered and exploded in mid-air, turning into powdered smoke, some fell on the lapel of the old man's clothes, and some floated into his nose.
"What... choo!" The old man sneezed suddenly and let go of his hand.
Purple shadow fluttered.
It's just a very faint shadow, so pale that it doesn't seem like a human shadow, so pale that it seems to be a light shadow melted from the oil lamp on the wall, but as soon as the shadow appeared, it covered all the light, and the fingers were like jade. Zhuo, with a hand gesture like a flower, handed it between the eyebrows of the old man.
But with a light finger, it's like dark clouds covering the moon, the wind blowing through the clouds, elusive and ubiquitous, and instantly the room is filled with that extremely faint and bright gesture.
The old man's eyes finally changed.
Zong Yue was so poisonous that he didn't dare to open his mouth to spit out the wind knife; Zhan Beiye's vajra was so fierce that he had to draw out one hand to deal with it; The only cover on him.
He had to let go of the hand on top of Meng Fuyao's head.
The moment the release was made, the eyes of the three people all lit up. Zong Yue flew up, and the black beads bounced repeatedly. Zhan Beiye Vajra danced a light curtain that could not be pierced by a knife, and approached the old man. Changsun Wuji's move was originally With a false move, he copied Meng Fuyao extremely quickly.
The old man realized that he had been fooled, he suddenly turned his head and flicked his finger.
There was a slight cracking sound.
Meng Fuyao suddenly turned her head back, but Changsun Wuji floated out without realizing it, he still couldn't forget to lower his head and smile at her, saying, "Troubleshooter."
Meng Fuyao wanted to laugh, but when he didn't laugh, he made a bitter face, it looked really funny.
Putting Meng Fuyao behind him, the eldest grandson Wuji said to the old man with anger in his eyes, "Senior, why bother to wait for me?"
"It's a lot of capital, but are the juniors in Wuzhou Continent so arrogant now?" The old man said coldly, "I haven't set foot in the world of mortals for many years, so I don't know that the world is so upside down now!"
He looked at these people coldly, with appreciation and surprise hidden in his dissatisfied eyes. At their age, he has not yet reached this level of cultivation. The old man who has lived his whole life felt a slight chill in his heart, but he didn't know that the few people in front of him , who was originally a top figure among the younger generation of Wuzhou Continent, a product of probability rather than popularization.
"Senior Dafeng is all over the world, there is no room for me to talk in front of you." The eldest grandson Wuji remained humble, "It's just that if there is a better solution, why must it hurt people's lives?"
Gale!
Meng Fuyao stared at the old man in amazement. She thought it was Xinghui, but she didn't want it to be Dafeng. The top existence in Wuzhou Continent, ranked among the top five among the top ten, has long been a legendary figure who has not been involved in the world for many years. He waited for her in a prison for thirteen years.
"What better way?" Gale sneered, "I'm about to die. Is the agreement between me and the Holy Spirit going to be brought into the loess? I've been defeated by him all my life, so I still have to lose? Impossible !"
"You have agreed with Lord Holy Spirit that whoever dies first will lose. If there is a disciple who inherits all the mantle, it can also be regarded as the continuation of life. Lord Holy Spirit already has disciples, but you have never found a suitable disciple. Next, you want to pour your whole life's strength into the 'undead body', don't you?"
"How do you know this? How do you know my plan?" The gaze in the gale's messy hair was really like the wind blowing and blowing, attacking Changsun Wuji.
The eldest grandson Wuji smiled but did not answer, just said, "The immortal body creates a diamond body that is unmatched by the world, but it will destroy a person's entire spiritual will from now on. Senior, this method is too harmful to the harmony of nature, and it is really not advisable."
"I just want to win as long as I can." Dafeng sneered, "Unless the Holy Spirit is willing to turn his disciples into undead bodies, I will definitely win."
"You have no chance to win." The eldest grandson Wuji was still smiling, and flicked his sleeves in a leisurely manner, "The junior just read it, and you probably only have half an hour to live, so I have been dragging you to talk, now half an hour It's about the same time, for the rest of the time, if the three of us want to stop you, it's probably fine."
Zhan Beiye laughed triumphantly, "There is no such thing as a 'better way', I'm lying to you."
"Junior is looking for death!" Dafeng roared, and jumped up, and when he got up together, his thin and bulky body was immediately light and agile, the room was filled with true energy, withered grass fluttered, and everyone's hair and clothes flew up, really elegant like the wind, Fierce as the wind.
However, when he stood up, he found that he was indeed at the end of his strength. Although he floated nimbly, his agility was like a rootless duckweed. A junior, Yuan Tingyue Zhi, strange, fierce, and elegant, the power of the combination even in his heyday had to be scruples, and the one who had just received part of his strength was almost killed by him, full of resentment. It is already impossible for Meng Fuyao to gain the upper hand.
After three moves, Dafeng suddenly stopped.
"What's the point of killing you..." He aged a lot in an instant, and sighed slightly, "The last hour has come..." He reached out and took out a book from his arms, and threw it at Meng Fuyao's feet.
"I don't want your cheat book..." Meng Fuyao shouted righteously, and Dafeng said coldly, "It's a good idea, what kind of cheat book, this is a road map, if you go to Fufeng in the future, under the sea area of Luocha Island in Fufeng Ehai, Some of the things I dropped, you go and pick them up for me."
"I'll take your ass, you almost killed me..."
"Anyway, you were not killed by me. Your true power has already increased due to a blessing in disguise. If you use it well, you will benefit endlessly in your life." Dafeng sat down cross-legged, not looking at her, "If you think you are really a debtor If you return the villain, you don't need to pay attention to the last wish of me, a dead man."
"I must fucking ignore it, I'm a fucking villain, you think well..." Meng Fuyao scolded for a long while, then turned his head to look at Dafeng who closed his eyes, stretched out his hand to try to breathe, and said, " Huh? Dead?"
The three looked at her with half-smiles.
Meng Fuyao snorted and said, "Let's go!"
The three people still smiled, stood still, watching her stride out a few steps, stopped at the door, dawdled for a while as if her whole body was itchy, and then turned back.
"Hey... maybe it's a good thing, I picked it up..." The three of them watched someone pick up the booklet talking to themselves.
Meng Fuyao picked up the booklet, put it in her arms, rolled her eyes, looked at the faces of the three people, and instinctively wanted to run, but when she turned her eyes on the three of them, she couldn't move her leg.
Three people... all injured.
Zong Yue's face was as white as frost and snow, Zhan Beiye was bloodstained by the wind knife, and Changsun Wuji... the sound of bone cracking, was it his
This is the top ten, at the end of the crossbow, still amazingly powerful. She has traveled to the Wuzhou Continent so far, and the three strongest masters she has met have teamed up. In front of the dying old man, they all died together and took her life.
Meng Fuyao looked sadly at the sky, and felt that he was indeed a bad guy, he would cause trouble wherever he went, and he was always top-notch.
Walking back resentfully, she squatted in front of the three of them.
Zhan Beiye glanced at her and said, "Why? Wait for us to carry you?"
"You're wrong," Meng Fuyao said weakly, "I'm going to carry you out as a token of atonement. Of you three guessing punches, who will recite first?"
"Come on you," Zhan Beiye strode forward, picked her up, turned his head and smiled at the two, and said triumphantly, "One of you has internal injuries, and the other has a broken hand, so I'm the only one left to beat her up." , do you two have any objections?"
"You're welcome, please do as you please." The two replied.
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One night, in a certain manor, in a certain room, someone howled like a pig, and through the hazy window paper, one could vaguely see someone being pressed on the bed...
Don't get me wrong, it's just that Meng Fuyao is healing his wounds.
Although when she received the power of the wind, the internal injury that hit the fence before was healed, but the green and red on her face would not disappear out of thin air. Zhan Beiye pressed her on the bed and applied a little plaster. Meng Fuyao hoped in her heart that she was the eldest grandson. Wuji came to Tu, because someone is the most magnanimous, and the other two are either vicious or clumsy, and they may take the opportunity to retaliate. Unfortunately, the eldest grandson Wuji has a tacit understanding with those two this time. It hurt so much, I turned around and went to sleep.
Meng Fuyao had no choice but to accept the torture of Lord Zhan with a mournful face until she was painted into a pig's head. After the painting, she couldn't get rid of the viciousness in her heart, so she walked to the gate of the manor with a resentful smile, where Mr. Li was kneeling.
When Meng Fuyao was escorted out of the government prison earlier, he saw Mr. Li bringing a group of murderous people over, carrying whips, buckets, salt, etc. in his hands, it seemed that he was about to torture himself to extract a confession. .
When Meng Fuyao saw this guy, he was furious. Damn, if he hadn't made trouble for her, would she have almost been beaten to death? Are the three Qi Qi injured? Why was she escorted back to her home because of this, and faced endless torture again
She giggled and went up to him, and was about to toss that silly bird down, but Changsun Wuji had already seen through her plan, and slapped down a jade token at Mr. Li who was coming up to him viciously.
The word "Eldest Grandson" on the card was shining brightly, which shocked Mr. Li to be stupefied at that time. Governor Li rushed over and knelt on the ground and kowtowed like garlic. The eldest grandson Wuji only said indifferently, "Your Excellency is strict in his official duties, and he is very serious if he doesn't want to teach his son." Well done."
Governor Li turned pale, and slapped his son with a wave of his hand. Young Master Li covered his face and wanted to defend himself before he found out the identity of the eldest grandson Wuji.
Poor Mr. Li immediately peed his pants in fright, he was full of grievances for the beauty, he thought he was famous as a teacher, but he didn't want to provoke someone he couldn't offend. Hurry up and take it away.
Governor Li was worried, and he drove Mr. Li to apologize outside the gate of the manor. Kneeling from morning to afternoon, how could the pampered Mr. Governor bear this? It was not so much kneeling as lying down, almost falling asleep there.
Unexpectedly, Hulala's head felt cold, and a torrential rain poured down on his head. Mr. Li jumped up in shock, and looked up at the moon and stars. Where did the rain come from? Turning his head again, Meng Fuyao, a pig-headed man with a malicious smile, was squatting on the wall, smiling slyly with a toothpick in his mouth, "My lord, isn't it too comfortable to kneel? I'll artificially rain for you."
Mr. Li didn't dare to get angry when he saw her now, he shook his wet clothes and kowtowed, "Forgive me, general, forgive me, general..."
"Let me ask you," Meng Fuyao threw the toothpick, and slammed it into the guy's crotch, causing the guy to stare at the toothpick with sweat all over his face, and said, "How do you know that you came to find trouble with me?" from Hu Sang?"
"Ah... yes, no, it's me..."
"Um?"
"I was passing by Yaocheng, and I saw Miss Hu Sang selling needles and threads on the street. I, a lady from Zhongzhou, seldom show up to do business in public. I asked for a moment of pity. She didn't answer anything. She cried and packed up the stall and left. I asked the people around her. Only then did I know... she offended you... "
"What is pity for a while, coveting the beauty of others, right? There are many ladies who sell thread in the street, you can handle it?" Meng Fuyao sneered, but she understood in her heart that it turned out that it was not the girl who was playing tricks, otherwise she really couldn't stay.
"Yes, yes, I am greedy for beauty, I am meddling in my own business..." Mr. Li nodded his head, and carefully went to get the pile of things behind him, "It's just a small gift, just a little bit of apology, I hope the general will show respect..."
Meng Fuyao raised his eyelids, looked at the pile of tonic silk, satin, bird's nest and ginseng, and waved his hand in disgust. Mr. Li's face turned pale, but Meng Fuyao said thoughtfully, "Hey, prepare three catties for me." Pork bones should be of the best quality, plus one liang of fresh rehmannia, two liang each of red bean and barley, angelica, codonopsis, medlar, gastrodia elata, astragalus, yam, eucommia, cistanche, beef brisket, hawthorn... the quality must be top-notch, so prepare well Well, I forgive you."
"Yes, yes!" Pork bone rehmannia and so on, it's easy, as long as it's not human bones.
Meng Fuyao waved his hand, Mr. Li picked up his things and wanted to leave as if he had been amnestied, but Meng Fuyao said again, "Wait a minute."
Mr. Li turned around with a pale face, and then he heard Meng Fuyao say brazenly, "Since you brought these things here, it would be too shameful for you to send them back. How about... take them and sell them, and give me the money later."
"yes… "
"Remember to resell it in the store that marks Yunzaijiuxiao, if you sell another account, I will break your leg." Meng Fuyao blinked, the store marked Yunzaijiuxiao belongs to her, remember to tell Yao later Xun, tell the shopkeepers that when Mr. Li comes to sell things, the price must be kept low. When the price of the things Mr. Li sells is not enough, he will naturally have to pay the difference from his own pocket and return it to her. You can also make a fortune here, haha.
"Also," Meng Fuyao looked at Mr. Li, thinking that this guy is a governor with a backing, and his personality is quite flexible, so he nodded in satisfaction, "After I went to the Human Club that day, I will hand it over to you, and you will be responsible for the loss. We win 20/80, I get 8 and you get 2."
"… yes."
Meng Fuyao finally waved his claws, Mr. Li ran away scrambling, and not long after, he sent someone to deliver the things she wanted, Meng Fuyao looked at them with satisfaction, and carried the things into the kitchen.
That night she slashed and killed in the kitchen, and refused anyone to enter. Zhan Beiye heard about it, moved a bench and sat at the door of the kitchen, and said that she was afraid that she would blow up the kitchen, so he had to be on guard. Master Yuan Bao slipped through the kitchen window Back and forth, constantly reporting the latest developments in the kitchen to the master, the eldest grandson Wuji listened and smiled.
He leaned on the head of the bed, looking in the direction of the kitchen in a trance, the moonlight was slanting across the spring night, and a branch of winter jasmine trailed on the light green window paper, making his eyes dim. It's good to be wrong."
Master Yuan Bao was angry. I have seen eccentric ones, but I have never seen such eccentric ones!
The dinner was held at the "Qingbo Pavilion" in the manor. Before that, Meng Fuyao sent a letter to everyone with flying knives. On a piece of rotten paper was written her running script that was worse than paper, "The Qingbo Pavilion banquet may be poisonous, it may be difficult Eat, it may contain any substance of unknown meaning, eat at the right time, don't wait when it's out of date, come when you like it, don't stop it if you don't come."
Niu Chahong's invitation failed to scare the same Niu Chahong's guests, and there were quite a few of them before the deadline.
Chef Meng