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Feng Pingping ran amok all the way in the mansion, the servants saw it, and passed by a corner door in front of the corridor, two familiar Jianghu figures walked towards each other, looking with their heads, they seemed to be suspicious of the identity of this black-faced person.

Zhang Zhuying flew to the front of Feng Pingping, and without bothering to greet those two, she closed the corner door, turned her head and shouted at Feng Pingping: "Stop shouting! Everyone knows that the young master of the Three Corpses Gate is still here, you It’s because I don’t want An Sheng anymore. After leaving and coming back, isn’t it just to find him? I didn’t agree with keeping it from you, so I just took you to see him!”

Feng Pingping put his hands on the handle of the knife, trying to drive her away with the knife, but when he heard her say that, he let go, and followed her back without saying a word.

Nan Lanqing chased behind slowly, bumping into the two people who turned back, Zhang Zhuying sighed with him, and said: "It's wasted all the hard work of Nanchang Master, let me say a word, there is no other way, let's take it with you." Let him go."

"This..." Nan Lanqing frowned in embarrassment, and said, "It's not right."

"I'll talk to them, I'll take this idea." Zhang Zhuying turned to look at Feng Pingping's black face after speaking, and said with a wry smile: "We worked together to tell a big lie to our comrades in the rivers and lakes, and we have already done both good and bad things. , it will be more difficult to let this dead man continue to make trouble, do you think he can let it go?"

"That's reasonable." Nan Lanqing nodded and stepped aside to get out of the way.

"Thank you, Master Nan." Zhang Zhuying saluted slightly, and walked over with Feng Pingping.

The two of them retreated back to the wing room and then walked out towards the gate. Feng Pingping became more and more strange as he walked, and couldn't help asking: "Where is it?" Are you going to come out?" Zhang Zhuying turned her head to look at him, and wondered: "Why are you so dark, where are you rolling around... the fire scene? You have been in the fire scene where the Xiong Mansion burned down for the past two days?"

Feng Pingping remained silent.

Zhang Zhuying sighed slightly, and said: "You man, if he is really dead, will you still be alive?" "What does he have to do with me?" I just hate him lying to me!"

"He is also thinking about you..."

"No need!"

Zhang Zhuying heard him yelling furiously, but it was a little funny, and said: "Your brother is quite good, and you are not bad. Everyone says that you want to be the master of the Three Corpses Sect. I don't believe it. Your brother said that he killed your master." Uncle, I don’t believe that you will kill him for revenge. Even though you are always fighting, I can see how you are. Although your brother’s idea is a bad idea, I agree with half of it. He shouldn’t pretend, you You have to pretend, otherwise the Sanshi sect will not let you go easily, once you are involved, not to mention other sects, even our Qingcheng sect will be wary of you, and then we will not be able to be friends."

Feng Pingping glanced at her and snorted softly, but he didn't refute her.

"So if you can't be angry, just be angry. It's fine to be angry with him, and it's fine to beat him. You still have to listen to what he says." Zhang Zhuying laughed.

The two had already reached the opposite street, walked in along a narrow alley with high walls on both sides, and reached a small side door. They knocked three times with their fingers, once again, twice, and the door opened in response to a sound. Saw the person who opened the door.Inside the high wall is a more secluded garden, with many trees, gurgling water, fresh green everywhere, and birdsong.Turning the winding path and climbing up the steps, there is a small hill in the garden. Several houses are built according to the hill, shaded by trees, carved beams and painted buildings, and Nanfu across the street can be seen through the windows.

Zhang Zhuying walked to the door, but the footsteps following behind her all the way did not keep up, and she looked back strangely.

Feng Pingping stood a few steps away with a dark face, clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't know if his heart was agitated or a move was brewing.

One could vaguely hear the voices of people in the door, and one voice was louder, with an old-fashioned tone in his laughter, but it was the fake Nanchang owner Feng Pingping had met before. He laughed and said, "Do you know it hurts now? You deserve it, Who told you not to bring me here to make a fuss! Break your arm!"

Another person said something in a low voice, although the words could not be heard clearly, the tone was very familiar, smiling, coaxing people to talk.

"Okay, okay, I know you have a baby brother, and his safety is the most important thing! Now I have coaxed him away, and no one has harmed him. What do you want to do? Go back with me! Qinghui is so noisy, don't you When she goes back, she will have to burn half of the Hou's mansion." The fake Nanchang owner said again, but he was a member of the Hou's mansion.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhuying also seemed to see Feng Pingping's face became more ugly through a layer of black charcoal, and his fists were clenched slightly.

Zhang Zhuying silently confessed a crime to Ye Weiliao, asking him to ask for blessings, knocked on the door, and the voice of the fake Nanchang owner came from the door lazily and with a smile: "Miss Zhang, please come in."

Zhang Zhuying pushed the door, and pretended to be the owner of Nanchang with a smile: "I guess it's Miss Zhang, reluctant to leave? Let's take another look at Ah Liao? Or stay..."

"Cough." Zhang Zhuying coughed, her face getting hot.

The voice of the fake Nanchang master also stopped abruptly, seeing the black-faced man behind Zhang Zhuying, the two people in the room were stunned.

One was sitting on the edge of the bed, one arm was wrapped tightly around the shoulder, and the other hand was also wrapped in a lot of gauze. He was only wearing a middle coat, and his bare feet were stepping on shoes. He seemed to have just sat up from the quilt. .There were also a few wounds on his face, scabs formed, his smile disappeared in shock, and his eyes blinked.The other one was kneeling on the bed behind him, neatly dressed, pinching his tightly wrapped shoulders, rolling up his sleeves with his palms, fingers digging at the edge of the gauze, as if to tickle him.The fake Nanchang master Wan Wan also opened his eyes wide, looked down at the people sitting, and then looked up at the people standing at the door.

The two people outside the room were also stunned for a moment, and then a black shadow flashed past Zhang Zhuying, but she couldn't catch it with her hand.Feng Pingping rushed to the bed, grabbed Ye Weiliao's clothes with both hands and lifted him up. The fake Nanchang owner hurriedly let go of Ye Weiliao's arms and stepped aside, Feng Pingping lifted his legs and jumped onto the bed. Kneeling on one leg, he pushed him against the wall behind the bed curtain.

"First, sixth!" Ye Weiliao couldn't catch his breath, twisting his face in pain.

"Feng Pingping! Let go!" shouted the fake Nanchang master.

"Don't really hit him, he was seriously injured!" Zhang Zhuying shouted.

He rushed to the left and right, fearing that Feng Pingping would knock Ye Weiliao to death.It's just that Ye Weiliao was still in Feng Pingping's hands, and he was afraid of angering him even more, so he couldn't take it seriously.He was so anxious that he scolded and coaxed, but Feng Pingping ignored them and turned a deaf ear.

"You..." Feng Pingping just stared at a face that was close at hand. It would hurt, laugh, and pant. An hour ago, he thought he would never see him again, and he was just looking for a hand. Dao, now a big living person is in front of him, and he was tricked to death.Feng Pingping's face was covered with black charcoal, his head turned purple, and he wanted to scold him viciously from his chest, but he shouted again: "You..."

"The sixth day," Ye Weiliao blinked, managed to force a smile, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few days, you've grown dark, have you grown taller again?"

Feng Pingping let go of one hand and punched him in the face, causing him to tilt his face.

He was indeed full of injuries, and he didn't know where to start.Feng Pingping still clenched his fists tightly, looked him up and down, and wanted to find another place to fight.

Ye Weiliao stretched out his hand and wiped a line of blood from the corner of his mouth. Such a heavy hand seemed really angry. He looked up at Feng Pingping and smiled with his mouth crooked. You can beat me, scold me, kill me to avenge your master. Yuyu, Miss Zhang, you go out, don't stop him, don't fight with him, don't make things difficult for him in the slightest."

"You don't need to be a good person! You don't need to control me!" Feng Pingping shouted.

"Sixth day..."

"Who is this person? Why did he want to help you lie to me!" Feng Pingping pointed at the fake Nanchang owner and asked aggressively.

"I'm Wei Xingyu, Xingsan, known as Wei Sanshao, why don't you know good and bad, kid? Do you think I'm willing to lie to you? The young master changed his name and surname, and it's not to save your life, or he insisted on it I will keep you safe for the rest of your life..." Before Wei Xingyu, the owner of the fake south field, could finish speaking, Ye Weiliao turned his head from Feng Pingping's side and shouted at him: "What are you complaining about? It's nothing to do with you. If you have to pretend to be Lan Qing to lie to him, let's do it!"

"I made a slip of the tongue on this matter, and I accidentally called brother Feng overheard it when I was saying goodbye to the owner of Nanchang." Zhang Zhuying said.

"Ah Liao, do you have a conscience! I didn't fight because of you, I escaped from the Chen Manor and traveled all the way to come here..." Wei Xingyu couldn't finish his sentence, Ye Weiliao retorted righteously: "You heard that the Three Corpses Gate is here, and you want to fight a bigger fight, and even tricked Master Lu here."

"How can you say that about me!" Wei Xingyu jumped up angrily, and shouted: "You also beat away all the three corpses and left none of them for me! I also want to see Luo Fufo's indestructible King Kong!" body!"

"Come here and I'll break your arm, as if you've seen it before." Ye Weiliao said.

"Who are you hitting? You are still being carried." Wei Xingyu said.

"Brother Feng, why don't you let go first?" Zhang Zhuying asked.

"Shut up, all of you!" Feng Pingping yelled loudly, causing Ye Weiliao in his hand to tremble. He held him in one hand, and still raised his fist in the other, and asked, "Say! Why are you not dead?"

"At that time, I couldn't hold down Luo Fufo, I was overturned and knocked down by him. I happened to be blown up and covered by him. I was so dead that I almost died, but his invulnerable armor saved my life. .Also, the can of gunpowder closest to us is also dumb, and two cans of four cans are not enough. It's [-]-[-], and I'm still not as good at blowing up people as Liu Yatou." Ye Weiliao laughed.

"Don't mention her! You taught her in the first place, it's better if you don't teach her!" Wei Xingyu said.

"Yuyu, stop interrupting." Ye Weiliao said.

"Shut up! I told you to shut up!" Feng Pingping turned his head to stare at Wei Xingyu, raised his head at him and Zhang Zhuying, and shouted viciously: "You all go out!"

Ye Weiliao tilted his head and nodded at the two, followed by a smile.

Wei Xingyu poked his arms in place and refused to move, Zhang Zhuying stretched out his hand to invite, and said softly: "Let's go, I'm fine."

Wei Xingyu twisted his nose and snorted, and followed Zhang Zhuying, retreating step by step.Zhang Zhuying closed the door, silently begging Ye Weiliao to ask for more blessings.

"Sixth day of the lunar new year," Ye Weiliao asked, holding his hand tightly clenched on the collar with two fat white hands wrapped in gauze, "I'm not dead, I told you that I killed your uncle, Are you going to kill me?"

"I said I won't kill you." Feng Pingping said.

"Then do you still want to hit me?" Ye Weiliao asked with a smile.

Feng Pingping took a look at the bloodstains and bruises at the corner of his mouth, and slowly swung his raised fist down, but it leaned from the side of his neck to the back, and hugged him tightly, and he also leaned forward, hanging on his neck on top of him.

Ye Weiliao was struggling a bit under his pressure, several wounds were torn, he patted his back with his palm, and said in a low voice, "Okay, I'm not dead."

"Hmph..." Feng Pingping let out a long and soft snort.

"The sixth day?" Ye Weiliao turned his head and found that he had just fallen asleep like this. He held him in one hand, hugged him in the other, and fell asleep in a very awkward position half lying down and half hugging, and he didn't feel uncomfortable.