I'm the villain in the book

Xuanjing Division Sanwei Sanwei, I don't know how many cases to be handled every year, how many people are killed, how can he remember all the top leaders.

"Why do you ask this? What does it have to do with Xiao Feng?"

"That family's surname is Xiao."

Wei Changtian paused, and replied in a deep voice in the surprised eyes of Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen: "When Hua Lingwei raided his house, Xiao Feng happened to be traveling abroad..."

Chapter 10 Falling flowers are intentional, flowing water is ruthless

After half an hour, Wei Changtian had made it clear the grievances between Xiao Feng and the Wei family.

Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, he finally asked the doubt that existed in his heart before.

"Changtian...how did you find out about these things?"

Wei Changtian had long expected to be asked this question, and he had also prepared his remarks long ago.

"Father, I actually set up a small-scale intelligence organization behind your back, and they found all the information."

"I didn't want to hide this from you, but it's always been a small fight before, and there was no suitable opportunity, so..."

Wei Changtian looked "ashamed", but Wei Xianzhi laughed after being stunned for a while.

"Hahaha! Good! Good!"

"I was worried about whether you would be able to take on the responsibility of the Xuanjing Division in the future, but now it seems that I am thinking too much!"

"Daddy has a bottom line about Xiao Feng's matter, you can rest assured! You can't run away from him!"

It can be seen that Wei Xianzhi's "suddenly becoming so high-spirited" for his son is the joy and relief from the bottom of his heart.

Not only did I learn to use my brain to deal with things, but now I even have a force loyal to myself.

Although Wei Xianzhi was curious about the intelligence organization in Wei Changtian's mouth, he didn't ask more.

As a spy chief, he is very clear about one thing -

Never reveal your cards to anyone, not even a father and son.

But since you have the power in your own hands, you can still offer some help.

"Changtian! If you need anything in the future, just talk to Dad!"

"If you want money and money, you want people and people!"

"Let me tell you that, other than killing the emperor, other fathers can do it for you!"

The more Wei Xianzhi spoke, the more excited he became, but Qin Caizhen, who was next to him, couldn't listen to it anymore. He gave him a blank look and interrupted, "You're almost there!"

"Son, don't listen to your father's bragging!"

"Mother doesn't want you to be scolded and hated by thousands of people like your father."

"It's better to be unpromising, as long as you don't have any trouble."

"Long hair and short knowledge!"

Hearing this, Wei Xianzhi was suddenly unhappy: "A man should make a career of himself, otherwise it would be a waste of time to come to this world!"

Qin Caizhen pouted and retorted, "You're the only one? Don't you know what those storytellers call you?"

"Humph! Sooner or later, I'll see if I don't cut their tongues off!"

"People are right to shout again."

"..."

The two soon started the "crosstalk" communication mode one by one.

Wei Changtian, who couldn't get in the words, had to sit aside, but a smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

Although it took less than two days to cross over.

Although Qin Caizhen and Wei Xianzhi's reputation in the court and the opposition is not as good as the other.

But people can feel the sincerity of others towards them.

At this moment, he suddenly recognized this pair of cheap parents.

……

Just when Wei Changtian's family was enjoying themselves, Xiao Feng fell headlong at the entrance of the ancestral hall in Houqiu Village.

Although he still has a faint breath, but if this continues, it will not take long for him to lose too much blood and die.

It's already midnight, let's not say whether there will be people who are free to go out for a walk in the middle of the night, even if Xiao Feng can be sent to the doctor in time, [-]% of the injuries cannot be saved.

Having just escaped from the Wei family's dead end and fell into another dead end, ordinary people could only close their eyes and legs and kick the whole village to prepare for dinner.

But since Xiao Feng is the son of luck favored by heaven, there is no reason to die as long as there is a trace of vitality.

Sure enough, not long after he passed out, a little girl with a bamboo basket happened to pass by.

It was the granddaughter of the white-haired old man who gave Xiao Fengyu the card.

"Huh? Why is there someone here?"

The little girl stopped in front of Xiao Feng, and said to herself, "Is Uncle Wang drunk again? Hee hee, he will be beaten by the aunt again later!"

"Uncle Wang, Uncle Wang, wake up..."

She bent down as she called out softly, but when she saw the face of the fallen man, her small mouth suddenly opened wide.

"Brother Xiao!"

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?!"

The little girl was anxious for a while, and hurriedly wanted to help Xiao Feng, but soon felt sticky on her hands.

"Um...ah!"

Taking a closer look through the moonlight, the bright red blood made her scream in an instant, and there was a cry in her voice.

"Brother Xiao, don't scare me!"

"What, what to do...Grandpa!"

The little girl dropped the bamboo basket and ran away crying. She probably knew she couldn't handle it, so she went back to find someone.

"Grandpa, come quickly! Grandpa..."

The shouts in the night were getting smaller and smaller, and the surroundings of the ancestral hall soon returned to silence and darkness.

But at this moment, he was thrown into the bamboo basket full of herbs, but suddenly made a squeaking sound, and then a large centipede with the length of the forearm emerged.

In addition to being larger than ordinary centipedes, this centipede also looks very evil.

In particular, its dense small feet far exceed the number of "hundred feet" that people often say.

At this time, this weird thing seemed to be attracted by something, and the target was very clear. After coming out of the bamboo basket, it crawled straight towards Xiao Feng.

It quickly crawled over the bloody broken arm, chest, and neck, and finally got into Xiao Feng's mouth a little bit, tightly coiled up and stopped moving.

Xiao Feng, who had fainted, seemed to feel something, his teeth lifted and fell.

"crunch, crunch..."

……

"crunch~"

The moment the door hung with the red cloth was pushed open, Lu Jingyao stood up instantly, looking at the person who came with red eyes.

"Are you waiting for me?"

Wei Changtian walked over to the table and poured a cup of herbal tea, and asked casually, "What? Did you cry again?"

"Xiao Feng is not dead, I thought you would be very happy."

"..."

Knowing that Wei Changtian was teasing her, Lu Jingyao bit her mouth and did not speak.

The expression on her face was indescribable, and she felt a little heartless.

"okay."

Wei Changtian sat down and drank the herbal tea in one gulp: "You don't need to be too sad, after all, Xiao Feng just made a very normal choice."

"I would choose to do the same."

"Is it……"

Lu Jingyao let out a miserable laugh, the scattered blue silk covered half of her eyes, and there was no trace of brilliance in the originally captivating eyes.

But even so desolate, it is still beautiful.

Wei Changtian glanced at her and sighed in his heart that it's really hard to "give up" on a natural beauty, and for a while, a desire for protection arose in his heart.

However, we are now at a critical juncture in attacking Lu Jingyao, so we must not be lenient!

Thinking of this, he continued to maintain a calm tone and said lightly:

"People are always the most rational in the face of life and death decisions."

"Xiao Feng chose to let you die because he felt that your life was not as valuable as his."

"So don't think too much about yourself. If you think you are deeply in love, you are just touching yourself."

Wei Changtian sentenced Xiao Feng to death in Lu Jingyao's heart in a few words.

Looking at the latter's shaky appearance, he knew that this was a good time for him to "take advantage of the emptiness".

"By the way, I said before that you and Xiao Feng can only survive tonight."

"Since Xiao Feng chose him to live and die...he did survive, then you shouldn't live through tonight."

"I always do what I say, so...are you ready?"

"..."

Lu Jingyao never thought that Wei Changtian would actually kill herself, and after a moment of stunned, she closed her eyes softly in despair.

She originally thought that there was no point in living anyway, and she would die if she died.

But as time passed, the fear of losing his life came back to his mind.

The long eyelashes trembled a few times, Lu Jingyao closed her eyes tightly, and suddenly asked in a slightly inaudible voice trembling: "I, can I not die?"

At this moment, she even looked down on herself a little.

I thought that Wei Changtian would take the opportunity to ridicule his weakness and hypocrisy, but only two simple words echoed in his ears.

"can."

Wei Changtian looked directly at Lu Jingyao's suddenly opened eyes, and said lightly, "I can make an exception for you."

"But you have to remember that you owe me your life."

"When I need you to pay it back in the future, you will pay it back."

This sentence is actually a bit unreasonable, but Lu Jingyao didn't feel any resentment in her heart.

She wanted to say something, but Wei Changtian waved to stop her.

"Okay, I'm tired."

"You can sleep here tonight, I'll go to another room."

After speaking, Wei Changtian turned around and walked towards the door, but soon turned around under Lu Jingyao's complicated eyes, stretched out his hand and took out a folded piece of rice paper from his arms.

"Almost forgot about this."

"Well, I don't know how to write poetry, and I don't know how to write a poem, so you can just make do with it."

"……it is good."

Lu Jingyao was a little puzzled, but she still obediently took the rice paper, and after Wei Changtian left, she slowly unfolded it and held it in her hands.

There are four lines of horrific small print on the paper, like an anonymous little poem.

Although the characters are ugly, they are neatly arranged, and it can be seen that the writers are still working hard to write better.

Lu Jingyao looked down, and then froze for a second.

She bit her lip tightly, and read over and over again this little poem that was just like Wei Changtian's words, which were out of rhythm and inconsistency, and a teardrop the size of a bean slipped quietly.