If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

Leng Fengying tightly clutched the clothes on her lap with her left hand, almost unable to restrain the ecstasy in her heart.He tried his best to use a calm voice and said to Ge Yuhe's direction: "Isn't that cruel, to hurt an innocent person for my eyes..."

Ge Yuhe laughed and said, "Sixth Young Master, don't worry, you just need to find a newly deceased prisoner and take his eyes."

Nie Rujiu raised his brows with joy, and said to Leng Fengying: "Yes, Fengying, this is easy for me, I will go to the prison tomorrow to find a suitable death row prisoner." After he finished speaking, he turned to Ge Yu and said: "Since you have a way, why don't you just stay in Shengjing first, and you don't have to worry about the remuneration."

Now that the little prince had spoken, Ge Yuhe also responded, packed up the medicine box, and walked out.

Nie Rujiu knew that Leng Feng was happy, and after explaining to him a few words, he left.

Thinking of Leng Fengying being able to recover his eyesight, Nie Rujiu really wanted to tell the world about it.When he walked out of the gate of Lengfu, his mind calmed down when he was blown by the cold wind outside.

He wanted to step to the right, but he stood behind the threshold and thought about it for a while, but he turned to the left.

"Chi..." A sneer came from the high wall, Nie Rujiu heard the familiar tone, looked up, and saw Jing Yilan jumping off the high wall.

This man has a good appearance, but he is as cold as frost, no wonder not so many people like him.

Thinking of this, Nie Rujiu felt a little complacent.

Holding the sword in her arms, Jing Yilan raised her eyelids condescendingly to look at Nie Rujiu, and said straight to the point: "This is not the direction to go to the prison."

Nie Rujiu held the ring around his waist with his hand, and with a movement of his finger, the ring twirled in front of his hand and fell firmly into his palm.

When rivals in love meet, they are extremely jealous, the moment Nie Rujiu sees Jing Yilan, the hair all over his body will explode, and he will not let the slightest bit of thorns out of his mouth: "I want you to take care of it."

"You're not looking for a death row prisoner, who are you looking for?" Jing Yilan asked.

When Nie Rujiu was asked such a question, it was as if some secret had been revealed.The light in his beautiful phoenix eyes turned, which was very seductive.He thought of the living Fengxiu he had seen that day, and then looked at the cold-faced and cold-hearted swordsman in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

"Jing Yilan, oh Jing Yilan, they say that you have no survivors in front of the Remnant Ash Sword, and you can kill anyone who is vicious and evil, but your reputation is so powerful, how can you not even solve a small male prostitute?"

Jing Yilan's calm eyes showed a little strange color because of his words.

He asked, "What do you mean?"

"What I said, you don't understand? The Fengxiu in the Nanfeng Pavilion is still alive and well. Why didn't you kill him with a sword? It's not your style to procrastinate. "

Jing Yilan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and she lost her words for a moment.

He wanted to kill him quickly, so as to cut off Nie Rujiu's half-heartedness.Although he fell in love with Fengying, he could see that Fengying had some feelings for Nie Rujiu.If Nie Rujiu is friendly with Fengying, but at the same time has trouble with other people, then it will be a great shame to Fengying.

But he kept his hand because the young man had eyes similar to Fengying's.

"If you didn't kill it, you didn't kill it. I'll kill it again." Jing Yilan said.

"That's very good, then this trip to Kangzhuang, I will ask the hero Jing to do it for me." Seeing that he had fallen into the trap, Nie Rujiu laughed heartily.

Only then did Jing Yilan realize that she had been cheated, she was both shocked and angry, said "you", and couldn't say anything else.

Nie Rujiu was not as unforgiving as usual, he even explained to him kindly: "My mother wants to take me to Nanyue to worship the Buddha, it will take some time to come and go, I don't want Fengying to wait for a long time, so I will I might as well leave this errand to you. According to the ability of Hero Jing, it should not be difficult to bring a person back."

He laughed twice, and said again: "Those who want to live, those who don't want to die."

There was a little surprise in Jing Yilan's eyes, he was silent for a moment, and then he said leisurely, "Nie Rujiu, what kind of medicine are you selling in your gourd? If you want to heal Fengying as soon as possible, wouldn't it be better to find a prisoner on death row directly?" Come on, why bother to go to Kangzhuang to find someone? Besides, don’t you like that young man very much, you go to see him every month, no matter how I kill him, you still look the same, and let me catch him to take his eyes. Don't tell me you are a romantic person on the surface, but in fact you are a heartless and sexless person?"

"When did I say I liked him?" Nie Rujiu smiled, his eyes full of sarcasm.

Facing the stunned Jing Yilan, Nie Rujiu said, "Forget it, since I entrusted you with it, it's okay to tell you about it. I don't know if you noticed when you killed him. Somewhat similar."

Jing Yilan nodded and said, "That's true."

"Naturally they are similar, after all, there is still a bit of blood relationship between him and Fengying."

Jing Yilan thought of Leng Qiangrong, who was known for his passion, and understood, and said, "Is he Fengying's younger brother?"

"No, no, although it grows from one tree, one is a good branch and the other is a crooked branch." Nie Rujiu moved closer and said to him, "The wind sleeve is the concubine of his prostitute and Master Leng. My brother gave birth to such a big green hat."

When Jing Yilan heard the words, all kinds of colors appeared on his face, and he couldn't tell what kind of expression it was.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. The son of a prostitute is also very dirty in his bones. In the twelfth lunar month of that year, Fengying played with me, and that bitch Fengxiu also wanted to play with us. How did I know that he played for fun? It is false, but the harm is true. Taking advantage of Fengying's unpreparedness, I pushed him into the frozen lake. I jumped into the lake to save Fengying, but I almost drowned because of the impeded water. Fengying was even worse. He was not in good health, and suffered such a catastrophe that he almost died. The little bitch killed both of us, so he ran away without a trace."

As Nie Rujiu spoke, disgust appeared on his face: "If Fengying's father hadn't been kind enough to sell that little bitch to Nanfeng House as a prostitute, I would have skinned him and smoked him. His tendons."

Jing Yilan was shocked by the content of his words and was stunned.

Nie Rujiu didn't care what he thought, and continued to explain: "He owes Fengying his life, so I'll let him give Fengying his eyes, there's nothing wrong with that. Otherwise, with his dirty habits, I'm afraid it's an honor to be a prostitute, it's very shameless to sell yourself with a smile."

Jing Yilan understood after listening.He has always been very emotionally indifferent, which has a lot to do with the martial arts he has practiced.For a long time, Fengying was the only one who could affect his thoughts, and whether the others were dead or alive had nothing to do with him.

"If what you said is true, then I have wronged you." Jing Yilan said to him, "Since you have something to do, then I will go there for you, catch that prostitute, and let you use it. "

Seeing Jing Yilan's willingness to agree so readily, Nie Rujiu felt like he was in the same boat.He bowed to Jing Yilan and said, "Then thank you, Hero Jing."

The two reached a consensus, one returned to the palace, the other went to Kangzhuang, and parted ways.

Fengxiu, who is in the Nanfeng Pavilion, still doesn't know that the disaster is approaching.The handymen in the Nanfeng Pavilion are also very snobbish, and they don't have a good look at prostitutes like Fengxiu.

Fengxiu went a little late at night, and there was not a single pickle left in the dining hall.

He managed to break through the encirclement and snatched half a steamed bun, chewing it with cold water, it was really unpalatable.

He was born to be humble, but he also knew that he could not treat himself badly.

So he went around to the back of the dining room, dug out some wild vegetables near the wall, washed them, and, without frying or cooking them, cut half of the steamed bun into two again, and ate them with the wild vegetables .

Like a rabbit, he finished what little food he had, scooped up half a scoop of cold water and gulped it down, only then did he feel a little full.

He threw away the water ladle and tore open his clothes to look at the wound on his chest.Although the doctor didn't prescribe any good medicine, but at least the wound started to scab, and it was lucky that he didn't kill him all at once like a cold.

However, I don't know if it's good luck or bad luck to keep him in this miserable world.

Feng Xiu rubbed his stomach, thinking that he didn't know how much money the doctor had collected, if this continues, even if he is not stabbed to death with a knife, he will starve to death in all likelihood.

Thinking of this, he scolded Nie Rujiu, Leng Qiangrong and others all over the place, even the unknown swordsman who came to kill him that day.

He scolded every day, every year, hated it, and half of them never came.

He used to always think that if Leng Qiangrong showed mercy and came to take a look at him, maybe he could see how miserable he was living now, and if he cried in front of that person, maybe he was in a good mood, so he I took it out by myself.

But he waited for five years, and he didn't expect a single mouse, let alone a human.

At first he also made a fuss and cried, but it didn't help.

As soon as he made a fuss, the madam called the evil servants around, caught him and beat him until he was too weak to resist, then threw him into the room, collected the money, and let him in.

Countless nights under the pressure of different men, he also learned to greet people with a smile, learned to flatter, and learned to be obedient.

It's just that he may be rebellious by nature, no matter how obedient he is on the bed, once he finishes his work, he will definitely greet the eighteen generations of the clients' ancestors one by one.

He played this duplicitous kung fu very well. After so many years of unknowingly playing it, although it has no practical use, it still has some psychological comfort after all.

At night, someone must come to prostitute.When he picked up the most customers, he came five or six times a day, but he had no choice but to lie down like a dead fish.It happened that those prostitutes didn't like dead fish, so he could only pretend to call out twice, thinking it was a good sell, or if they told the madam, he might get beaten again.

Feng Xiu rubbed his chest, new flesh grew on the injured part, it was numb and itchy, and it was uncomfortably tight.Thinking of this, he scolded the swordsman from that day again.

"Little boy with a poor face, a stinky chess player with no children and grandchildren..." He has come into contact with a lot of people on weekdays. He has seen a lot of people of all religions and ranks, and he has learned a lot of curse words. There are so many that people really can't hear clearly.

He opened the door and went in, waiting for customers to invite prostitutes, but when the door opened, he saw a cold face lying in front of him, it was the stinky swordsman Lord Yan who killed people that day.

Feng Xiu was terrified, fearing that this master would stab another hole with his sword.As soon as his brain became hot, he opened his mouth to call someone.

Jing Yilan's eyes darkened, and she quickly covered his mouth, blocking all his cries for help.

Feng Xiu looked over his shoulder, and saw that the client who was going to serve today had been knocked unconscious by him, tied up with a belt and thrown on the corner of the bed.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and in the blink of an eye, he had already thought of robbery, theft, murder, and throwing corpses, etc. He was out of breath immediately, and his hands and feet were shaking constantly, for fear that this master would find him in a wilderness and bury him on the spot. up.

Jing Yilan moved her feet and closed the door in front of her.

Feng Xiu caught a glimpse of the sword hanging on his waist, and remembered the time when he was almost stabbed by it, and suddenly he was more afraid of the sword than he was of the swordsman.

Jing Yilan acted resolutely, never procrastinating, he was about to tie the young man's hands behind his back, lead him through the window and throw him on the horse's back, but he was caught in vain.

Although Feng Xiu is not as strong as him in martial arts, nor is he as strong as him, but there is only one thing that surpasses him-thick skin.

Although he couldn't yell, his hands were still empty, so he didn't do anything else, holding down the swordsman's lifeline through layers of clothes.

Jing Yilan was taken aback by his dirty tricks, subconsciously backed away.

Feng Xiu found the gap, and jumped out of his arms like a fish, jumped to the corner, picked up the scissors that were lying idle on the table, and pointed at the swordsman.

The swordsman was touched by him, although his face didn't change much, his ears were quietly red.

When Feng Xiu saw him like this, it was like seeing a bamboo tree blooming on a sow, let alone how happy it was.He has seen hundreds if not thousands of men in his life, and this is the first time he has seen such a young man.

Just touched it like this, then last time he was naked, why didn't he blink his eyes.Or was it that the candlelight was too dim that day, so he couldn't see clearly?

Feng Xiu was holding scissors, as if he was holding a chicken feather as an arrow. With the weapon in his hand, he was able to breathe without breathing, and he was almost yelling for help.

"Let me tell you, young master, I was killed by you once, and I will definitely not be killed by you a second time. You'd better be honest and throw away the sword in your hand, otherwise if I call someone over, I'll see you go Where are you going?" Feng Xiu was very proud of playing such a trick.

But as the saying goes, extreme joy begets sorrow, it is talking about his current situation.

He didn't even see how the man made the move, he felt a white shadow flicker in front of his eyes, and then he couldn't move.

Jing Yilan fixed his body, and was going to carry him on his body, but when he thought that this man made a living by laughing, he felt that his whole body and hair were dirty, and he was a bit nasty. Can't do it.

Feng Xiu froze for a moment, and was about to call for help, but his mouth seemed to be stuck with glue, and he couldn't even open it.