A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Judging by Han Ze's expression, what he was thinking in his heart was slowly judging, it was clearly playing slowly.

Fang Muan walked up to Wenxuan, raised his chin, and tried his best not to shake his hands.

Wenxuan's face could no longer tell what was water and what was sweat, even Fang Muan didn't wake up when he patted him.

Han Ze stepped forward to lead Fang Muan back to the case table, and shouted, "Come here."

The criminal officer took a bucket of ice water and poured it on Wen Xuan's head.

Wenxuan shivered, slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw Fang Muan behind the desk, and smiled naturally.

You can still laugh at this time!

The point is that his smile is uglier than crying.

Fang Mu'an almost bit his tongue to pieces, and he didn't dare to be aggressive in front of Han Ze, "He's already fainted, if he beats him again, he might be killed, why don't we interrogate him while he's weak."

Han Ze just sneered, "Ten lashes first."

Is this a heart attack?If the fight continues, let alone Nan Yu's number one assassin, even Wolverine will have his skin broken.

Fang Mu'an yelled "Stop" loudly, restraining the criminal officer who was holding up his whip and preparing to execute, "Ask him first whether he will recruit or not. Why do you beat him if he recruits?"

Han Ze reached out to hold Fang Muan's hand, "Why are you protecting him so much?"

Fang Muan didn't dare to move his hand even though he was holding him, "When will I protect him?"

"Over and over again, you still say that you didn't protect him? Since you woke up, your temperament has changed a lot. Ziqian, what's wrong with you?"

Fang Mu'an has been in a state of confusion ever since he entered the execution hall, and now he was questioned repeatedly, and he was speechless.

Seeing his silence, Han Ze thought he was guilty, and in the midst of his anger, he yelled at the criminal officer, "Hit."

Before Fang Muan could react, the criminal officer's whip had already hit Wen Xuan.

In the empty execution hall, only the frightening cracking of whips could be heard.

Wen Xuan didn't make a sound from the beginning to the end.

Han Ze squinted at Wenxuan, and circled the middle finger with the thumb of his right hand, "He barked a lot when you weren't there just now, why didn't he even bark when you came."

Fang Mu'an's face was covered with cold sweat, and his mask was so sticky.

After ten whips were beaten, Wenxuan's lips were bitten with blood.

This little tortoise is out of his mind. Why didn't he choose an ordinary person when he chose his identity? He foolishly chose such a sensitive and dangerous identity. If he made a mistake, he is not the one who suffers now.

Fang Mu'an stood up from behind the desk, walked up to Wenxuan and persuaded, "You should recruit, or you will have to suffer if you don't."

Wenxuan's eyes were already a little lax, and when he looked at Fang Muan, he still forced a smile, "Do you really want me to recruit?"

"What do you want to do if you don't recruit? Hold on? It's good to be whipped. What are you going to do if your limbs are broken later?"

"I can't fail in my mission... If I fail, I won't have a chance..."

"There is no chance. You did good things in your previous life. Are you afraid that you will have nowhere to reincarnate? I stabbed you, okay? If you die, you don't have to suffer. Just go to reincarnation."

Wenxuan looked at Fang Muan, his eyes were blurred by tears, "I don't want to leave you... Even if it's suffering, it's worth being with you."

Fang Mu'an's heart seemed to be torn by someone, his internal organs were burned instantly, and even the wound on his stomach began to hurt.

Han Ze rushed down and grabbed his right hand, "Don't try to repeat the old trick. Even if I leave, the criminal officers below will continue to beat him until he moves."

Fang Mu'an really had no other choice, he didn't want Wenxuan to be tortured by a mission that was so ridiculous that it was incomprehensible, "You recruit it, what kind of roster is that, just recite it to them and forget it."

Wen Xuan looked at him sadly, and after a while, he struggled to utter two words.

"I recruit."

Han Ze immediately asked the criminal officer to bring a pen and paper.

Wen Xuan shook his head feebly, "The roster is in my bedroom in the east wing of the former Song Mansion's small house. There is a hollow part of the south-facing wall. You can find it if you look carefully."

Doesn't it mean that such an important thing will not fall on paper?

It turned out that the little turtle was bluffing in the past.

As soon as Wenxuan finished speaking, Han Ze summoned the secret guards to go to the Song Mansion to conduct a closer investigation, and looked at Wenxuan with a sneer, "The ruthless sword known as the best in the world is nothing more than that. You'd better not play tricks , otherwise, it would not be as simple as whipping."

Fang Mu'an swallowed, "He did it, take him down for treatment."

Han Ze pretended he didn't hear it, and gave a cold snort to the criminal officer, "Put him back in the dungeon."

Fang Mu'an scolded Han Ze in his heart. He beat everyone with wounds all over their bodies and threw them into dirty water to soak. It's no wonder the wounds didn't get infected.

"It's better to go back to the previous cell, otherwise he..."

He was interrupted by Han Ze impatiently waving his hand before he finished speaking, "Okay, I don't want to listen to you, it's getting late, let's go home."

Fang Mu'an was stunned, watching helplessly as Wen Xuan was untied from the shelf and dragged away.

What's even more frightening is Han Ze's attitude towards him. He has changed from being obedient and masochistic at the beginning to being one of one and only one, crushing with all his strength.

Fang Mu'an faintly felt uneasy, whether he had a sixth sense or nervousness, although he couldn't explain it clearly, the feeling was real.

Han Ze helped Fang Muan get into the car expressionlessly, and even though he was still holding his hand on the way back home, he didn't say a word.

Fang Muan's wound was already in unbearable pain, but he didn't dare to ouch, for fear of self-defeating.

After entering the yard, the housekeeper greeted Han Ze from a distance, and said with a smile to Han Ze, "When Madam comes back, she will ask people to buy fish and meat, and fix a large table of meals, and wait for the master."

Fang Mu'an really wanted to kneel down, the dominatrix got the money, and she helped the Han family improve their life without saying a word, it can be seen that the saying that a good woman can't live without rice is right, with money, an ugly wife can become virtuous.

Han Ze helped Fang Mu'an into the middle hall, and saw large plates and bowls on the table from a distance, chicken, duck and fish, he felt a little unhappy, and his brows were so wrinkled that they could kill flies. , and it’s not a festival, why is it so extravagant?”

Fang Mu'an didn't know what to say, but adding a few more dishes was called extravagance and waste. Did the Han family always eat green vegetables and radishes without oily smell?

"Your Excellency and Madam, please eat. My current body can't digest these things, so I'll go back to my room first."

Fang Muan just wanted to throw Han Ze to Mrs. Han to escape, but Mrs. Han stopped him, "I also made soup for you, you can go back after drinking it."

Fang Mu'an walked over and saw that there was a pot of soybean pork knuckle soup in the middle of the table.

Needless to say, he was speechless in his heart, this is not a soup for him, it is clearly a dish added by Mrs. Han to improve the quality of her skin.

Han Ze let out a snort from his nose, and Lafang Muan sat down at the table and poured a bowl of soup for him with his own hands, "Drink some at least, it's nourishing."

Mrs. Han saw Han Ze squeeze Fang Muan's hand, pursed her lips, blinked her eyelids several times, and sat back at the table to eat with her head down.

Fang Mu'an was so infatuated by her little daughter-in-law. When did this hag become so weak in combat effectiveness? It really wasted his expectations of her.

Han Ze kept a straight face throughout the meal, and when he was done, he called the housekeeper and sternly taught him that housekeeping was bad and he didn't want to be frugal.

The housekeeper felt aggrieved, and didn't dare to answer back; Mrs. Han knew that Han Ze was slapping her sideways, but she just blushed and didn't dare to say a word.

Fang Mu'an was stunned. Is this the same tigress who swears at everyone?How could you turn into a gentle little cat after eating a good meal in the blink of an eye?

After Han Zexun finished speaking, he told his family members to eat what they could eat, and save what they didn't eat for the next meal, and never waste it. While rambling, he dragged Fang Muan back to his room.

Fang Muan changed his clothes and reapplied the wound. The pain of the wound was gradually replaced by the pain of drug addiction. While beating his painful head, he asked Han Ze to give him Luoying blood.

Han Ze stood by the bed and looked at him with a sneer, "Before in the Ming Division's torture hall, you actually exchanged heart-to-hearts with that traitor... What is your relationship with him?"

Fang Mu'an seemed to have been slapped on the head. It turns out that Han Ze didn't respond to the sensational words Wen Xuan said to him before, but just held back.

Now is this counting as a post-autumn reckoning?

"It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do with him... Each is his own master, and the situation is irreconcilable."

Han Ze only had ice in his eyes, "Then what does he mean by 'I don't want to leave you'? What is your intention to kill him with a knife?"

Fang Mu'an has been tormented by drug addiction and is delirious, all he can think about is Luo Yingxue, "Did you take me as a prisoner for interrogation? If I knew you would treat me like this, I really shouldn't have blocked that attack for you back then." sword."

He also had no choice but to use this tactic of mourning soldiers, but unfortunately Han Ze did not waver at all, "Ziqian, the last thing I want to see is you betraying the emperor and me."

It's over, this shaking S doesn't think he's colluding with King Ji, right?

Fang Muan rolled around on the bed, feeling so sad that he just wanted to die. Han Ze climbed onto the bed and restrained him with hands and feet, looking straight into his eyes, "The last time you quit addiction, you used Do you remember what method? Let's try again, shall we?"

Fang Muan let him press him down weakly, everything in front of him was distorted.

Han Ze unhurriedly helped Fang Muan wipe off the sweat from his face, and then started to untie his belt, "When you finished changing your medicine just now, you shouldn't be asked to wear clothes."

After finishing speaking, he got up from Fang Muan, opened the closet, found a special small whip, and walked back to the bed, "When I beat him today, all I could think about was you, that traitor's appearance and voice Excellent, the sound of being beaten is especially moving, no wonder you fell in love with him."