Cannon Fodder: Forced Counterattack

If there is one thing Jing Wenshan regrets the most in his life, it is definitely that he did this competition. He could feel that Jing Fengguo was as gloomy as the thick dark clouds accumulated before the storm, which would burst a piece of sky at any time, and standing The one under the lightning and thunder is definitely him, Jing Wenshan.

If it weren't for the fact that there are a lot of things that he needs to solve now, forcing him to hold his breath, he really wants to get over it first.

If the Chen and Wang families are not forgiving, then the Jing family will definitely be pushed to the cusp. At any time, a group of wolves, tigers and leopards will take advantage of the situation and bite them hard, and he will become the eternal sinner of the Jing family without even thinking about it!

and!The Chen and Wang families will definitely not let it go!

The crowd hurried to the hot spring from Jing's house halfway up the mountain. Compared with Wang Huailei's death, everyone was surprised to find that Chen Benqi died much more decently - his angry eyes were wide open, his seven orifices were bleeding, and his gray pupils looked like But he was still expressing his fear, not knowing what frightening thing he had encountered before he died. There was a hot girl lying next to him, who also looked like him. Fortunately, Wang Huailei's servant was sensible, so he took the shirt to cover the two of them.

But even through the clothes, everyone can see the twisted posture of Wang Huailei and the girl, which is unsightly.

Two meters away from Wang Huailei and Wang Huailei lay two of his guards——Wang Li and Wang Jin. The former, Ao Ran, and the others had all seen each other. The other was a complete stranger. Presumably, he should be hiding deeper, protecting Wang Huailei without a trace. This man looked very old, his beard was not long, but it was gray and gray, and his sparse hair was combed neatly.

The two Wang and Jin did not look like Wang Huailei with wide-eyed eyes and unrepentant death, but the horror and disbelief on their dilapidated faces did not disappear because of the death, on the contrary, they appeared more creepy.

This time, without waiting for Jing Fengguo's crumbling face to hold back his anger and heart trembling, many disciples of the aristocratic family had already erupted.

A young man's expression was uneasy, and his tone was strongly questioning: "Master Jing, two people died this night, don't tell me it was all an accident!"

Jing Wenshan saw that Jing Fengguo's face was getting darker and darker, and the flesh on his face trembled, and hurriedly took a step forward, "Everyone, the matter of Mrs. Chen and Wang has surprised you all. To be honest, my Jing family also I won't be able to accept it for a while, not to mention Mr. Chen, Mr. Wang Huailei is my nephew, how could my Jing family attack my own nephew."

The young man sneered immediately, "So Wang Huailei was not killed by your Jing family, but Chen Benqi is not necessarily the one, is it?"

Jing Wenshan was at a loss for words, wishing he could slap himself.

The young man didn't wait for him to say anything, and continued: "The Jing family is rarely born, and hardly participates in the affairs of the mainland, but this time they suddenly summoned the children of the mainland family to learn martial arts. To be born, gradually approaching the eyes of the mainland, hum! Now it seems that there are ulterior motives!"

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and many children of the aristocratic family began to whisper and discuss. Many people even took a few steps back and gathered into a group, away from the Jing family, with an attitude of being ready to attack and make trouble at any time.

Everyone in the Jing family was stunned by the scene in front of them, their expressions were full of uneasiness and fear, and they were not even much better than other families.

Looking at the two distinct groups of forces, Jing Wenshan felt his eyes darken. If this continues, the Jing family will not only have to be enemies with the Chen and Wang families, but the entire continent will stand on the opposite side of the Jing family.

Jing Wenshan hurriedly stepped forward, "Everyone..."

"It has nothing to do with us who killed the two young masters, Prince Chen, and we dare not hand over our wealth and life to the Jing family," the young man who was suspicious at first interrupted Jing Wenshan, standing in front of a group of aristocratic children. , not brilliant, but quite airy, "I also ask the old gentlemen of the Jing family to forgive me for this competition. I'm afraid I won't be able to participate, so I'll say goodbye today."

As soon as he finished speaking, many people behind him responded one after another.

"I don't want to compare anymore."

"Anyway, I lost yesterday, so it's meaningless to stay here. It's better to go home and be safe."

"Is there anyone with a family in the south? Can you join me as a companion, I'm a little scared?"

"Me too……"

"I'm from the South!"

"..."

Seeing the increasingly chaotic scene, Ao Ran felt a little anxious. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Jing Fan's sleeve and asked, "Are you sure you can find out who the murderer is? Didn't the night patrol find anything?"

Jing Fan was a little absent-minded, and was suddenly interrupted by Ao Ran. He couldn't help but look down at the white hand by the sleeve—the fingers were long and beautiful, and the two colors of red and white flashed alternately in Jing Fan's mind. Each has its own unique beauty. Looking up at the owner of this finger, there is endless worry on his face, his brows are slightly frowned, and his dark eyes are full of deep thought and anxiety, "What are you worried about?"

Ao Ran only felt that his head was full of black lines, so he didn't have to worry. If this continues, the Jing family will become the target of public criticism. However, "Do you know who the murderer is?"

Otherwise, it doesn't matter how you look at it.

Jing Fan shook his head, "I don't know."

Ao Ran: ...

Ao Ran: "Then do you have an idea? Or someone to suspect?"

Jing Fan's expression was indifferent: "No."

"However——Chen Benqi should be made by the Jing family. After all, such a neat technique is difficult for outsiders who only learn superficially. As for whether someone ordered it, I don't know." Seeing Ao Ran's expression became more anxious, Jing Fan finally It was a kind addition, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at Wang Huailei again, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and a blush seemed to flash in those bottomless eyes, which disappeared quickly, "Wang Huailei, I can't even guess."

Ao Ran was not at all relieved when he heard the words, "If it's just Chen Benqi, it's fine, but now there's Wang Huailei, I'm afraid it's hard to fight, I hope the murderer is someone else, and the Wang family can see that the two are in-laws. Take the opportunity to attack."

Jing Fan suddenly wanted to laugh, but he didn't intend to go too far, so he only curled his lips slightly, "Don't worry."

Don't worry, that ambitious person like Wang Chuan will never let it go. As for his aunt, she already belongs to someone else's family.

Jing Xiang was also a little timid when she heard it, "Brother, is there someone who intends to frame us, they won't unite to bully us, will they?"

Jing Fan looked at her comfortingly, and only said, "It's okay."

Received comfort and reassurance, Jing Xiang let go of his hanging heart a little, looked at the tall brother, his figure almost completely covered himself, like an indestructible barrier, so safe that people would not think otherwise, Jing Xiang finally Yes nodded, "Yeah!"

The warm spring water is gurgling, and the steaming heat makes the surface of the spring, including the surrounding flowers and trees, add some hazy beauty, but the blood on the ground is really unpleasant. Wang Huailei and others have been arrested by Jingfeng State. It was arranged to carry it down for an autopsy. It was obviously not caused by the Jing family's technique, and they still need to study it for a while.

The quarrels between the children of the aristocratic family became more and more out of control.

Jing Fengguo's eyebrows and hair seemed to be dyed with a layer of hoarfrost. It took only half a day, as if he had aged ten years. Swallowing a mouthful of blood, Jing Fengguo stepped forward, "Everyone!"

He used all his internal energy for this sound, and his voice went straight through the dense trees in the distance. The children of the family who had been clamoring and questioning for a moment before suddenly fell silent, and Jing Fengguo said slowly in the silence: "Today's matter No matter whether the murderer is my Jing family or not, we cannot escape the responsibility, and we cannot escape the blame. The purpose of calling you to participate in this competition is to let the children of the clan see the young talents outside, and to exchange and make friends with each other. It was unexpected for my Jing family to have such a thing happen. If you want to leave or stay, my Jing family will definitely not stop you. I will prepare carriages, silver taels, and food, and personally send you down the mountain. This competition I, Jing Fengguo, would like to apologize to all of you here, and I have worked so hard for you to travel thousands of miles to this place and still be so frightened, I am really sorry!"

Jing Fengguo glanced at everyone present: "However--the injury of Mr. Wang is obviously not the fault of my Jing family. Besides, my Jing family and Wang family have long been friends with Qin and Jin. He and we are connected by blood." My family, he came earlier than you, and there was no grudge in the Jing family in the past few days. Now that his death is unclear, who is the murderer? justice!"

Ao Ran couldn't help silently applauding Jing Fengguo. These few words were addressed not only to those present, but also to the Wang family, including Wang Huailei's servant, just waiting for these words to reach the ears of Wang Chuan and Jing Wenyue , In this way, the relationship between King Jing and his family was brought closer, and it could be regarded as unscrupulously dumping the blame on others.

However, he also offended other people present, as soon as Jing Fengguo finished speaking, someone jumped out and said, "Master Jing, does this mean that the murderer is one of us?"

Jing Fengguo's expression remained unchanged, "Of course not all of them, there are probably not many people present who can kill Wang Jin."

While everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they were also a little angry. These words really hurt people.

Tang Deluo looked at Jing Fengguo, and suddenly said: "What does Mr. Jing Lao mean by this? Is there someone who already has a murderer in mind?"

Jing Fengguo looked back, his heavy eyelids couldn't stop the sharp light from his eyes, "I don't know what Mr. Tang thinks?"

Tang Deluo's expression was light, and his tone was calm: "No."

Ao Ran suddenly turned his head to look at Jing Fan, his gaze was heavy, as if feeling the strong gaze, Jing Fan lowered his head and looked at the eyes that seemed to be filled with the night sky, they were black and bright—with doubts and a depth that did not match his age , Jing Fan hooked his lips, and smiled as if it didn't exist, "What?"

Ao Ran just stared like this for a long while before his eyes narrowed a lot, but he was still full of doubts, "I was wondering if Tang Deluo did it to Wang Huailei?"

The light in Jing Fan's pupils was so profound and unpredictable, "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Ao Ran paused, "However, he probably won't do useless work, right?"

Jing Fan suddenly reached out to caress those eyes, Ao Ran couldn't help but took a step back, Jing Fan didn't stop him, "What are you hiding?"

Ao Ran blackly asked, "Why are you blocking my eyes?"

Jing Fan smiled slightly: "Your eyes are bigger than mine."

Ao Ran: ...

Jing Fan's eyes are deep, narrow and long, deep and mysterious, and his eyes are like torches, but Ao Ran's eyes are a bit round, the corners of the eyes are more open, and his gaze shines brightly.