Quickly wear: Lord God is not restrained at all

The brother who went out to inquire about the news came back and said that an announcement had been issued in the city.

On the seventh day of August, the bandits of Anyun Village will be executed in public in the square to warn them of their determination to suppress the bandits.

The news was passed back to Anyun Village. In the not-so-big house, there were a dozen men sitting. Jiang Cha sat at the highest seat, wearing a soft tiger-skin cloak.

“I didn’t know those brothers were still alive. Now the government is threatening to issue a notice. It must be a trap.”

"I think what my second brother said is right. He is waiting for us to rescue people before taking action."

"Are you saying that you don't want to save our brothers?"

There was a lot of discussion in the room, and it was very intense with everyone talking back and forth.

Everyone felt a little depressed by the end of the conversation, and looked up at Jiang Cha unconsciously.

One of them stood facing her, with a serious look on his rough face: "Boss, you decide!"

Jiang Hai and Lin Xuan both looked at her. Jiang Cha rubbed his brows, and finally propped up his chin with a calm face: "The person must be saved."

The few people who had just agreed to save the man smiled.

Lin Xuan frowned and said nothing, waiting for her next words.

Jiang Hai sat at the door, wiping his beloved hammer. He just followed whatever the boss said and he didn't need to ask any more questions.

"But you can't be the first to stand out and be plotted against. I'll find a way to arrange this matter. You guys go ahead and get busy!"

With the final word, the others seemed to be convinced by her and stood up and walked out. The meeting was extremely brief.

One by one, they stepped over Jiang Hai's legs and walked out. Jiang Hai let out an "ah, ah, ah" and the others walked out as if it was a joke.

After the voice faded away, Lin Xuan spoke: "Boss, if the execution of our brother is a trap, the government officials will definitely make a big move. If we rescue him rashly, I'm afraid..."

Just stop there.

Jiang Cha tapped her lips with her finger and tilted her head to look ahead: "I know, so think of a way to save people without losing anything."

Jiang Cha looked back at Lin Xuan, her smile becoming even more intense, as if she had an idea. Lin Xuan pursed his lips and stood up.

Jiang Hai blew a breath at the hammer at the door, and the rag in his hand passed by: "Boss, as long as you say to fight, we will fight. Don't be afraid of their grandma."

Lin Xuan glanced at him, said nothing, and turned to walk towards the back hall.

Jiang Cha supported herself, her vision a little out of focus, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Just daydreaming.

night falls,

In the simple house, Feng Jin was lying on the bed, covering his face with one hand and looking at the ceiling.

There were footsteps outside the door. He propped himself up and just wanted to get up, but who knew that Tang Yuan, who was sitting in front of the stool, reacted faster.

He drew his sword and leaned against the newly repaired door and whispered, "Who?"

The person outside the door didn't say anything, but just knocked on the door. Feng Jin frowned and was about to speak.

The next second, Jiang Cha kicked the door open and walked in with his hands behind his back.

Tang Yuan's face turned pale when he saw her, and he gripped the sword even harder: "You bandit village girl, how long are you going to keep us locked up? How dare you come to our door!"

Feng Jin's eyes fell on the girl. She had her hair tied up today. Although he couldn't understand it, she looked capable and chic.

Jiang Cha raised an eyebrow: "I tolerate bandits, village girl?"

When Tang Yuan saw her glance, he felt a moment of panic for some reason.

This feeling disappeared as her gaze shifted, and Tang Yuan then realized that his body had been tense.

Isn't it just a village girl? Although he is just a guard, the girls he has seen around him are all gentle and humble.

This was the first time I had seen such a rude girl, and she was also a bandit! Tang Yuan felt that the more he looked at Jiang Cha, the more he disliked her.

I always feel that she has ill intentions towards my own son.

Completely ignoring Tang Yuan's defensive gaze, he glanced around the room and walked to the bed.

"Where's the other person?"

Tang Yuan was so angry that he was about to explode, and Jiang Cha ignored him, making him look like a clown.

No one answered her, and Jiang Cha didn't feel embarrassed. Tang Yuan was about to move forward aggressively.

Being stopped by Feng Jin's voice, Tang Yuan pursed his lips, stood by the bed with a constipated look on his face, in a protective posture.

"Boss, the things you want are delivered."

Jiang Hai disappeared in the yard, and his voice came into the house first. Soon he came in carrying a bathtub in one hand.

He put it directly on the ground with a bang, with a hearty smile on his face.

Feng Jin looked at the bathtub with a gloomy expression, wondering what she would do today.

Tang Yuan opened his mouth slightly in shock: "What...what are you doing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Hai stepped forward, grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him out in a familiar manner: "Come on, come on, you look in good shape, help me carry some water!"

Tang Yuan pulled all the way, not wanting to leave, but was helplessly defeated by Jiang Hai's strength. When he left the house, his angry voice could still be heard in his ears.

There were only the two of them in the room. Thinking of yesterday, Feng Jin felt a little restrained. He propped himself up and looked at the girl who was calm and composed in front of the table.

"How will you treat it today?"

Jiang Cha raised her eyes to look at him, and met his eyes. She said nothing, but there was a sweet smile on her face.

Feng Jin paused, a blush appeared on the tips of his ears, and he turned his face away and stopped looking at her.

Soon the bathtub was filled with hot water by Jiang Hai and Tang Yuan, and steam rose.

Before Jiang Cha opened his mouth to chase the person away, Jiang Hai had already pulled him out.

When Tang Yuan saw that the two were alone again, he realized belatedly that he had joined the group that was persecuting the young master.

The door closed and Tang Yuan's voice came from outside: "Sir, I'm sorry for you!"

Jiang Cha had already stood up. Hearing this, he curled his smile, walked to the bedside and looked down at Feng Jin: "Your subordinate is quite interesting."

He is a real acting genius, comparable to Jiang Hai.

Feng Jin raised his eyebrows and looked up at her face: "Today..."

Before he could finish his words, Jiang Cha attacked directly. Feng Jin seemed to be on guard and grabbed the quilt tightly.

A pair of beautiful eyes were filled with deep vigilance and embarrassment.

After a while, he finally managed to say, "I can do it myself."

Jiang Cha didn't force it. He turned his back to him. He still had to protect his self-esteem as a man.

There was a rustling sound behind him. Jiang Cha hugged his chest with a smile on his face.

Soon, Feng Jin's somewhat muffled voice sounded: "Okay."

Jiang Cha turned around upon hearing that. His long white legs were covered in the right places by the quilt, and there was still a blush on his ears.

At this moment, there was a hint of embarrassment on that handsome face.

A smile flashed in Jiang Cha's eyes, and then he bent down, but his face suddenly paused.

He was close to her, and Feng Jin could see the expression on her face clearly. He was moved. She was so badly injured. He was about to speak.

Jiang Cha has regained his composure and doesn't care at all about the incident that just happened.

The place where she was injured just now hurt for a moment, but fortunately it was not a serious problem and she could bear it. After all, she was an iron man!

After a few injections, Feng Jin's forehead was covered with sweat again, and there was a hint of pain on his face. He clenched his hands tightly, and did not let go even when his nails dug into the skin.

Jiang Cha bent his waist slightly and focused his attention on the silver needles in his hand. He had to concentrate every time he gave acupuncture.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when Jiang Cha pulled out a needle from his leg, Feng Jin could no longer suppress his voice and let out a muffled groan.

When it was over, Jiang Cha's face was covered with sweat. Just as he was about to get up, his vision went dark.