Those years when I was a tool person

In the middle of the night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The gate of Toad Palace City is pitch black, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear many breathing sounds.

Because there are people hiding in the dark, there are a lot of them.

Scattered shouts of killing could be heard in the distance, Rong Ying was sitting in a gorgeous sedan chair with one hand at the window, counting the mottled tree shadows on the ground in boredom.

He was waiting for someone, someone who was destined to escape here tonight.

Suddenly, a shadow shook violently, and a guard beside him shouted loudly: "Here, grab him quickly, and don't let him go to the son!"

Shouts of killing began to ring in my ears.

Rong Ying followed the sound and looked over. Under the moonlight, a young man fell into an ambush that had been set up long ago. He was charging left and right with a longbow, trying to escape from the tight encirclement.

This man's face was covered in blood. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, his eyes were very bright, like a beast, with a bloodthirsty brilliance.

When Rong Ying looked over, he happened to meet the young man's eyes, and he couldn't help shivering.

What a murder.

The young man was seriously injured, his left leg was limping, and blood was flowing out, staining a large area of ​​ground under his feet red, and the knife wound on his waist and abdomen was simply wrapped twice with his clothes. Oozing blood.

Rong Ying looked at it, and couldn't help asking in his heart: "If this goes on, he will die."

A cold mechanical voice appeared in his mind: "No."

Rong Ying tried to discuss with this voice: "Why don't we just stop here? He's already in a miserable state."

The owner of the voice is Wei Shang, who is also the person in charge of bringing Rongying to do the task.

Rong Ying was telling the truth, he really felt that the young man in front of him was miserable, his family was ruined and he was hunted down by the enemy... But he couldn't see injustice, because he was the source of all the suffering of the young man, and will be in the future Continue to torment him for some time.

After Wei Shang was silent for a while, several more wounds appeared on the young man's body. The arrow basket on his back was empty, and he only held a short dagger, surrounded by dozens of masters.

"Almost..."

As soon as Wei Shang's voice sounded, Rong Ying stopped the servant who was about to step on the young man's face: "Okay, stop."

The servants were very obedient, they stopped in response, put away their weapons and stood with their hands behind their backs, neatly standing aside.

Rong Ying got down from the sedan chair, he walked up to the young man and knelt down, patted his cheek, and wiped the blood on his hands on the clean place on his body in distaste, and told Wei Shang that he had already prepared it for him. Good lines: "Aren't you majestic? Why are you lying down like a dog now, come on, get up and fight with your grandpa again."

The young man's aura was weak, but the hatred in his eyes was so strong that it seemed to burn people. Blood gushed out when he opened his mouth. After coughing for a long time, he suddenly laughed softly: "Feng Ling, kill me!" , otherwise I will definitely make you regret it."

Rong Ying's complexion changed slightly, he snorted, stood up and kicked the wound on the young man's waist, and when he heard the sound of the young man gasping for air, he grinned like a bad-tempered child: " The more you say that, I will not kill you."

He squinted his eyes and signaled a servant to come forward: "Take him back to the mansion, ask the doctor to show him the wound, don't let him die."

With that said, Rong Ying slowly got on the sedan chair with her hands behind her back: "If you die, you won't have anything to play with."

He completely ignored the cold eyes that seemed to be poisoned behind him.

As soon as the car curtain was lowered, Rong Ying spread out on the soft couch. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "I was scared to death."

Should it be said that it is the hero?Now that he has not reached the pinnacle of his life, his aura is already so strong.

Rong Ying lay half down, closed her eyes and went through the storyline of this world again, still couldn't help sighing: "Do I have to be such a perverted character?"

There was no sympathy in Wei Shang's tone, just like the frozen and stern face of the young man in black when we first met: "This is the result obtained after big data analysis, and it turns out that it has the deepest influence on the male lead, causing him to kill all directions in the later stage , The one who unified the Jian Kingdom was Feng Ling."

Rong Ying couldn't say it out of pain: "They killed the whole family, so it doesn't affect them deeply?"

The power of hatred is enormous, what Rongying needs to do is to be a stumbling block before the rise of the male lead, the more he stumbles, the more motivated the male lead will be to take off.

This errand looks like nothing on the surface, anyway, I am not the one who is miserable, but the most difficult thing is the later stage, after all, the final outcome of every stumbling block is not very happy.

The day when the male protagonist kills the Quartet, his nightmare will also come, and he doesn't know how the male protagonist will retaliate against himself.

Wei Shang added: "You still have to torture him to get enough hatred."

"...I remember, but thanks for the reminder."

Back at Feng's house, Rongying heard Feng's father's roar as soon as he entered the gate: "Tell him to get out, look at what he looks like, murdering the whole family for a woman, and making a mess of the house, who is used to it?" Follow him!"

No one in the Feng family dared to speak when Father Feng was angry, except for one person.

"Father, do you want to think about it carefully? You are really used to it." This person's voice was gentle and soft, but it could choke Feng's father speechless, and it would not cause his life to be in danger. She was Rong Ying. Now her biological sister, Feng Qing.

Father Feng held a high position in the Wenyuan of Jian Guo. Countless dignitaries and dignitaries in today's dynasty had studied in the Wenyuan when they were young.

But Feng Fu taught many proud disciples, but he couldn't manage his own son well.

Feng's mother was poor, and died of illness early on, leaving only a pair of young children. The affectionate and dedicated Feng's father did not consider a sequel, and chose to raise the children alone.

But after all, he only knows how to read and doesn't know how to discipline children, so when he finds that Yuxue's cute little son who is loved by him is gradually growing crooked, he doesn't know how to straighten him.

"What are you arguing about?" As soon as Rong Ying stepped into the front hall, a porcelain cup flew towards him suddenly, and he turned around to avoid it, without looking at the blooming broken porcelain behind him: "Oh ,What's going on here?"

Rong Ying asked knowingly: "Who is making you angry again? Tell the boy, and the boy will take his legs off!"

Father Feng was furious: "That's just right, you can break your own legs with a stick, and save me trouble."

Rong Ying leaned forward with a smile: "Father~"

While hugging Feng's father's arm and acting like a spoiled child, he winked at Feng Qing: "What a big deal you are going to break my son's leg. If my mother who died early knew about it, she would definitely come back in the middle of the night to complain that you didn't take her away!" Take care of your baby boy."

Father Feng was shocked when he heard it, and pointed at Rong Ying's nose and scolded: "You bastard, you dare to threaten your father!"

Feng Qing also took a step forward at this time, and said: "Ling'er has done everything, it's useless for you to punish him now, why don't you find a way to settle this matter first, otherwise it will be bad for Ling'er's reputation."

"What reputation does he want?" Feng's father trembled even more when he mentioned this: "His reputation, together with my Feng family's reputation, has long been ruined by him."

He pointed at Rong Ying's nose and cursed: "Tell me about you, you are causing trouble everywhere! Follow your master to study hard, and you must go to some spring hunting. Such a reckless behavior, fighting fiercely, and even getting involved in a life lawsuit, really A child cannot be taught!"

Rong Ying muttered in a low voice: "Then who made the person surnamed Qi dare to beat me in front of the Zhao family girl? Before departure, I clearly arranged for them to make me show off in front of the Zhao family girl... ·”

"So you called people to your house to kill them, and when you escaped, you went to their house to arrest them, and you killed the whole family along the way?"

Rong Ying explained: "It was just an accident. I was so angry when Qi Yan fled back home. When I was chasing after him, I said that I killed that person surnamed Qi outside Qi's yard when I was chasing him... Who let the whole family get away with it?" Everyone in the courtyard is surnamed Qi, and the servants listen to me so much, that's why this situation has come to this."

"Are you still wronged?" Feng's father took a deep breath, pushed Feng Ling aside and was about to go out: "Roll, why did I give birth to a son like you? Fortunately, that Qi family is just a The little archer family, otherwise, even if your father and I put down our face and beg everywhere, you will inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood."

Rong Ying was sitting on the chair, looking out of shape. He looked at Feng's father who was walking outside, and shouted loudly: "I'm sorry, Dad, I'm going to run!"

Feng Qing looked at his behavior and shook his head: "You, you can't make people worry. When Dad came back, he was shocked when he saw so much blood in the backyard. That Qi Yan is just a little archer, you have to be so fussy ?"

Rong Ying huddled on the chair with one leg, and made a perfect portrayal of the original owner's foolishness: "Sister, you didn't see that when the kid surnamed Qi hit all ten shots, Zhao Fuqian's eyeballs would stick to him." If I don’t teach him a lesson, he will forget who is his master, who dares to ignore my orders, who gave him the courage?”

Feng Qingting was puzzled: "Zhao Fuqian, she has already made a marriage contract with the eldest son of Yunyang Palace, how could she fall in love with a young archer?"

Rong Ying: "She must be looking at people's good looks, just for fun, understand?"

Feng Qing frowned: "Since you know Zhao Fuqian's true intention, that archer..."

"If you know it, you know it, the rules can't be broken! Who let that Qi Yan show off in front of a few girls, delusional to climb the dragon and become the phoenix, and ignore my words, how can I care about other servants if I don't punish him?"

"He is an archer, not a servant."

"Now it is."

Feng Qing was a little worried: "In this case, do you still want to keep him?"

Feng Qing's worries were not without reason. If we cut the weeds and don't get rid of the roots, we will plant hidden dangers.

And Qi Yan is indeed a huge hidden danger.

But Rong Ying can't say that he wants to eliminate this hidden danger. His task is to let this hidden danger multiply.

"I keep him to make an example to others, so that those people below can see how miserable the end will be if they don't listen to my words."

Rong Ying was a little numb when he said this. People in this era have problems with the three views. He was born in a modern society where everyone is equal. If it weren't for an accident, he would not have come to this world, so he couldn't understand the Feng family. He took a cold look at what happened to the Qi family.

Even in Rong Ying's eyes, Feng Fu, who was elegant and dignified, and Feng Qing, who was gentle and quiet, only criticized Feng Ling's behavior of ordering the killing of Qi's family.

It seems that in their eyes, the lives of dozens of members of the Qi family are not human lives, but low-priced commodities that can be settled with a few words and a few people, and they can be manipulated however they want.

Although he doesn't understand, Rongying is not a moralist. He sympathizes with the Qi family, but he also knows that just sympathizing cannot change the status quo.In this era where literature is the most important thing and the lives of warriors are not taken seriously, stronger measures are needed to bring it back from the historical track that has gone astray.

Qi Yan is the person who can change an era.

Rong Ying thought, he was in the sedan chair beside the city gate when he came through, the Qi family was already dead at that time, it was the original owner's order and had nothing to do with him.

He can only comfort himself like this.

He came here for a mission. Although he is not sure whether these worlds really exist, he still cannot turn a blind eye to those who can see and touch them.

Even if everything is fictitious, he cannot owe a life debt.

In the evening, Rong Ying went to see how the Qi Yan was going.Because he was afraid that Qi Yan would be seriously injured, he secretly brought all kinds of precious medicinal materials prepared for him at home.

The original owner has a delicate body, and a little cold can cause disturbances to the entire Fengfu.

Pushing open the door, Rong Ying sent the boy behind him to stay outside. The boy was not at ease, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Rong Ying suddenly said: "It's okay, he is almost useless, how can he hurt me again?"

The little servant was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect the young master to explain to himself, he came back to his senses, bent over again and again to answer, and closed the door very obediently.

The door was closed, and Rong Ying noticed that the eyelashes of the person lying on the bed moved: "Since you are awake, don't pretend."

Qi Yan opened his eyes, staring blankly at the curtain on the top of the bed, as if he had lost his three souls and seven souls, without saying a word.

Rong Ying sat on the edge of the bed and pulled the quilt for Qi Yan. Just when he was near the neck, he grabbed the wrist suddenly.

The force was so great that it didn't look like someone who almost died just once. Rong Ying's wrist bones were about to be crushed. With one hand, Qi Yan's hand was separated.

"The condition is very good. I thought it would take at least a few days to recover to what it is now. Martial arts are different from ordinary people. They are resistant to fighting."

Qi Yan's eyelids trembled, and he was finally willing to speak. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like sand in his mouth: "What exactly do you want?"

Originally going to kill him, but saved him in the end, moody, erratic, like two people.

"Kill me, Feng Ling, or I will make you regret it."

Rong Ying couldn't help curling her lips, saying the same rhetoric as before, not one word more, one word not less.He thought about how he was back then, and repeated: "The more you say that, I will not kill you."

"I don't have anything to play when you're dead."