God-level Consort of the Tang Dynasty

Du He stepped forward and patted Zhang Jian's head with a fan: "Don't hide, my young master has recognized you long ago. Tsk tsk, the mysterious person who was majestic last time is now in such a state of despair. It's embarrassing, if I remember correctly, I gave you five hundred Wen, which is supposed to be enough for you to live frugally for half a year, how did you come to this point?"

Zhang Jian raised his head and glanced at Du He: "So it's Mr. Du, thank you for your charity that day, but I have already repaid this kindness, if you still want to tease me, you should give up this idea as soon as possible. "

Du He was taken aback: "You returned my favor? When?"

Zhang Jian didn't hide anything, and said, "Did you get a note that day, telling you that Chang Sun Chong was going to copy "The Romance of the Sui and Tang Dynasties" and sell it?"

Du He suddenly realized.

"So it's you? You can find this young master easily. During that time, I was still guessing who was so kind. From this point of view, you are Chang Sun Chong's man. However, Chang Sun Chong is now in a good mood. Why? You will come to this point?" Du He was somewhat puzzled.

Zhang Jian turned his head away and didn't speak.

This guy has a bad temper.

Du He suddenly remembered: "Hahaha, you were the one who poached Wang Erniu back then, right?"

The reason why Wang Erniu was able to be poached by Changsun Chong was deliberately arranged by Du He, and this matter was naturally hidden from Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian nodded.

The truth is clear at once.

In the past month, Zhang Jian was not only kicked out by Shuquge, but Changsun Chong sent people to beat him every now and then.This was the darkest period in Zhang Jian's life.

Mentioning Changsun Chong, Zhang Jian clenched his fists, and his eyes showed a fierce light.

Seeing this, Du He asked: "You are also considered a man. I admire you very much. My staff happens to have an organization that wants to invite you to join. I wonder if you are interested?"

Zhang Jian asked, "What institution?"

"Poison Fang!"

Du He only said two words.

Back then, when Zhang Jian poached Wang Erniu away, Du He knew about this guy's methods, and he was really good at doing such secret things.

"What does Fang Fang do?" Zhang Jian was a little confused.

Du He simply explained: "The fang is a fang that this young master hides in the dark. Everything is done in secret. It is mainly responsible for information collection, assassination and other things. How about it? Are you interested?"

Zhang Jian's eyes lit up, and he nodded hurriedly: "I am willing, but I have one condition."

"Say!"

"I also have an old mother in her 70s. I hope she can spend her old age in peace."

"No problem," Du He waved his hand, "Lu Bu, send him to the best doctor in the city, heal his leg injury first, and then immediately send someone to take his mother to the original furniture factory, and let the old man arrange someone Take good care of him, and when he recovers from his injuries, he will meet me by the Bahe River."

Swish.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jian stood up immediately, his legs were healthy, and he didn't look like his legs had been discounted by someone.

In his hand, there was actually a gleaming dagger.

Du He hurriedly took a step back, and Lu Bu stepped forward to block Du He.

Zhang Jian hurriedly said: "Master, don't get me wrong, I have no malicious intentions. In fact, my leg injury has healed a long time ago. I pretended all of this. This dagger of mine was prepared for Chang Sun Chong. When he appears, I will take his life and flee Chang'an with my mother, but, for more than half a month, I haven't found a chance..."

When Du He heard it, it felt like listening to a legendary story.

"I'll go, talent, it seems that this young master made the right bet this time!"

He suddenly realized that he had found the right person by recruiting Zhang Jian.

"Since that's the case, you should hurry back and pick up your mother to the furniture factory, and report to me!" Du He arranged.

Zhang Jian nodded, suddenly picked up the dagger, and drew a line on his right cheek.

Blood flowed out immediately, the wound was half a finger deep, but he didn't even blink his eyes.

Du He pointed to Zhang Jian and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Jian said: "Young master, this is my oath. From now on, I, Zhang Jian, will follow the young master wholeheartedly, but if I have two hearts, I will die!"

pat.

He threw the dagger, turned around and strode forward.

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Chapter 142 Poison Fang

Du He looked at the back of Zhang Jian leaving in a cool way, turned around, and asked Lu Bu, "Lv Bu, do you dare to touch your face?"

Lu Bu looked at the bloody dagger on the ground and shook his head: "Master, I'm not stupid!"

Du He shook his head: "No, you're wrong, it's not stupid, it's really fierce, it's interesting, I haven't seen such a fierce person for a long time. Interesting, hahaha... This is the fang that this young master wants !"

When Du He returned to the construction site, the first thing he did was to find Cheng Yiyue.

Cheng Yiyue stared at Du He without blinking, and finally said a word: "You've turned black!"

Du He: "..."

What does this girl mean?

However, Cheng Yiyue remained expressionless, and found a place to sit down on her own.

Only then did Du He speak: "Yiyue, I'm looking for you specifically because I want to discuss something with you."

Cheng Yiyue asked: "What's the matter?"

Du He didn't answer, but asked instead: "Are you feeling bored during this time?"

Cheng Yiyue has nothing to do every day, so it is impossible for this young lady to help out on the construction site.

But she had no place to go, so she practiced swords by the river every day. Whenever a craftsman wanted to peek, she would be beaten up on the spot. A few days passed, and no craftsman dared to approach her again.

Sure enough, Cheng Yiyue said: "It's been a long time since I killed anyone, it's really boring."

Du He was a little speechless: "Miss, how many people have you killed before?"

"Not many, just hundreds of people. In the past, I killed all the bandits within fifty miles below the mountain." Cheng Yiyue said calmly. In her opinion, killing people is no different from killing chickens.

"Could it be that the purpose of practicing martial arts is to kill people?" Du He asked.