A gentleman is omnipotent [Quick Transmigration]

Wenxuan's original intention was to provoke Han Ze, but now that he got what he wanted and saw Lord Han's dark face, his smile became even brighter, "Song Luo has a photographic memory, and he will never touch anything after reading it. The solution to the roster It's in those few policy books, you can ask him to find it."

Han Ze was skeptical, so he gave an order to the dark guard in the dark hall, and the dark guard took the order and left.

"I will send someone to verify it. If it proves that what you said is true, then I will naturally keep my promise and let you die under the ruthless sword."

As Han Ze said, he walked up to Fang Muan and patted him on the shoulder, "Didn't you say that you gave him a knife yesterday so that he would die happily? Now that you have the knife, did your wish come true?"

His tone of voice was eerie and terrifying, and the reverberation reverberated in this gloomy Xing Hall, especially weird.

Wen Xuan looked at Fang Mu'an with a smile, and nodded his head to cheer him up, indicating that he was ready from the bottom of his heart to be stabbed to death by his sword.

Fang Muan didn't get angry when he saw that he looked death like home. In his last life, he made up a lie and said that he was infected by Yun Chen. It is better to die than to live in fear. The expression when he begged him to kill him was exactly the same as now.

A man who just put him to sleep said "I have AIDS" to him while putting on his pants. The emotions of being played with, used and betrayed were mixed together, and he was swayed by extreme anger to the point of losing his mind.

The moment Kang Shinian handed the gun to him, Fang Muan became the person who fell to the bottom of despair, and the memory after that was blurred in his mind, and he couldn't pull the trigger until today. remember the scene.

No matter how sorry he was for him, he couldn't do it if he asked him to kill him again.

Fang Mu'an bit his tongue and forced himself to calm down, success or failure is momentary, at worst, everything will be destroyed.

Han Ze raised his hand to touch Fang Muan's mask, but he pushed it away. In no time, he had rushed to the punishment pillar that trapped Wenxuan, and chopped off the iron chain three times and five times.

The moment Wenxuan regained his freedom, he snatched the sword from Fang Muan's hand with lightning speed, and took him as a hostage.

Everything happened too fast, and when Han Ze and the others reacted, Wenxuan had turned against the guest, "Master, Mr. Fang's life, should I stay or not?"

Han Zecai was staggered by Fang Muan's push, and managed to stand still, "He wants to save you, but you want to threaten me with his life. Is Wuqingjian such a treacherous villain?"

Wenxuan heard a trace of inaudible panic from Han Ze's deep voice, "If you only live and die for me, Wen will naturally not do anything to threaten your benefactor, but for His Royal Highness Ji, I don't mind being a treacherous person." little man."

He said this not without purpose. Only loyal ministers can understand the loyalty of loyal ministers. No one knows the so-called great righteousness and small righteousness better than people like Han Ze and Song Luo.

Han Ze watched Wenxuan draw a bloodstain on Fang Muan's neck, his heart was obviously extremely anxious, but his face remained calm, instead he sneered, "Ziqian, why do you think you are so kind... He, he turned around to kill you. Now that you are in his hands, it is your own fault."

Fang Mu'an's injured neck hurts enough, and the wound on his stomach has relapsed, "Yes, yes, it's my own fault. Why don't you let him out?"

How could Han Ze agree, "He is a criminal wanted by the imperial court. We spent so much effort to catch him. Today, it is absolutely impossible for him to get out of the cell alive."

Fang Muan felt a little guilty when he heard his righteous words, if Han Ze ignored his life and death, then Wenxuan would have no chance of survival.

Wenxuan hugged Fang Muan tightly, felt his body trembling, and grabbed his hand and said with a smile, "Didn't Master Han say to cut his fingers before? Then I will let you see for yourself how the ruthless sword does it." means."

Fang Mu'an never expected that Wenxuan would be so ruthless. By the time he felt the pain, his little finger had already separated from his hand.

This damn turtle bastard...

To actually take him under the knife, not counting opening his neck, but also cutting off his fingers, this is how much he does not treat his body as his body.

Fang Muan's howling changed, and the howling was full of accusations against Wenxuan.

Han Ze's heart was broken by Fang Muan's call, his blood rushed to his chest and he took several steps back, "Let him go..."

The criminal officer supported Han Ze, and confirmed with a trembling voice, "You can't let him go, my lord, otherwise how will you explain to the Holy One?"

Han Ze bit his cheeks to pieces, his face was as white as a ghost, "I will explain to the Holy One, you don't need to worry about it."

Fang Mu'an's hand was bleeding profusely, and he was about to pass out from the pain, so he could only use the other hand to force it down; Wen Xuan was no longer human or ghost, with his arm around Fang Mu'an's throat, he led him stumbling out of the Ming Dynasty. Judiciary Hall.

The people outside saw Wenxuan and Fang Mu'an appearing in such a tragic image, they were a little caught off guard, some unknown yamen guards rushed forward to fight Wenxuan desperately, and they all took care of it neatly.

Wen Xuan waved his hand and cut off the rope that harnessed the horse, led Fang Muan onto the horse's back, and rushed all the way.

Fang Mu'an was hugged and placed on the horse's back. He ran all the way and almost lost half his life. The blood on his hand had already stained a large piece of horse hair red, and he could only breathe out but not breathe in.

After Wenxuan tightened the reins and called to stop, he regained his sanity a little bit, "Where is this?"

Wen Xuan took him off the horse and rushed straight into Yinuo Medical Hall.

"Doctor Yuan, save someone."

Yuan Xin was seeing a doctor at first, when he saw a bloody man running in with another bleeding man in his arms, he had no other thoughts in his mind except to save the man.

The other people in the hospital were not so calm, the people who saw the doctor were all scared away, and the few remaining bold ones just watched the excitement.

Several doctors in the same hall saw Wenxuan's distressed appearance, and avoided them one by one, for fear of causing trouble to the upper body, only Yuan Xin didn't realize it, and after quickly stopping Fang Mu'an's bleeding, he asked Wenxuan to take off his clothes and apply medicine for him .

Wenxuan was grateful to Yuan Xin's doctor for his benevolence, and felt even more guilty, "Brother Yuan, I'm sorry for you."

Only then did Yuan Xin recognize that the person he saved was Wen Xuan, and quickly saluted him politely, "Brother Wen, why did you say that, you are injured, I will heal the injury, that's all."

He only applied half of the medicine, but Wenxuan held his hand to prevent him from moving, "Time is running out, I can't stay for long." After speaking, he knelt on the ground and bowed to Yuan Xin, got up and picked up Fang Muan, He rode on a horse and galloped away.

Yuan Xin was bewildered by the obeisance, he was stunned for a long time before he went to wash the blood on his hands, his mind was still in a daze, and he couldn't figure out the cause and effect, the man with the severed finger, he had clearly met that day in the Han Mansion.

Fang Muan was woken up by the onset of drug addiction. When he opened his eyes, there was no light around him, and there was only one person beside him breathing heavily and rapidly.

Fang Mu'an endured his dizziness and got up, and went to touch the people around him. As soon as his hand lightly put on Wen Xuan's arm, he woke up.

"It's so dark, let's light a lamp."

Wen Xuan couldn't laugh or cry, "We just got out of prison, where can I find a light for you?"

He was full of energy, and it seemed that the injuries on his body were all right.

Fang Muan touched Wenxuan's forehead in the dark, and the temperature on the little turtle's body was enough to cook a poached egg.

There is no doubt that the wound is infected, and his aura just now is most likely due to hard work.

It was only when Fang Muan stopped that he remembered that he was missing a finger on his left hand. Fortunately, the wound had been well bandaged at some point, and besides a little pain, it seemed that the bleeding had been stopped.

"Where are we?"

"A deserted earth temple outside the city."

Fang Mu'an smelled the surroundings, and there was indeed a long-abandoned stale smell and the smell of incense ash mixed with earth in the temple.

"No, we'll light the lamp. I want to see your wound."

How could Wenxuan agree, "I have dealt with it during the day, what do you see?"

"How did you handle it?"

"I took you to Mr. Yuan San's clinic to bandage your wounds, and my wounds were also treated by the way."

Fang Mu'an sneered, "You think I'm a fool? You still have the disgusting smell of filthy water from a prison."

As soon as he finished saying this sentence, Wen Xuan lifted his mask and kissed him lightly, weakly but persistently pried open his lips, and slipped in.

Fang Mu'an didn't know how to react to being kissed by him, and he still wanted to make trouble at such a time.

In the past, he would have resisted by hand, but today he has not resisted at all.

The little tortoise had been hungry for half a month, and half his life was whipped off again, so he could do whatever he wanted, as he pleased.

Seeing that Fang Muan didn't object, Wenxuan felt encouraged, hugged him endlessly, and didn't stop until he was out of breath. He laughed and said, "Do you know why I don't like turning on the lights? If If I don't turn on the light, I know it's you I'm hugging and I'm kissing you, but when I turn on the light..."

"Do you think my current body is ugly?"

"No, no...It doesn't matter if you're ugly or pretty, I still like your original face, Fang Muan's face, I want to hug Fang Muan and give her a good kiss in my dreams."

Fang Mu'an knew what he meant, and couldn't help blushing at the moment. They only kissed that night in their last life, and he always believed that that kiss was the result of him being slept by the little turtle.

Later, in the middle of the process, Kang Shinian also tried to kiss him, but he dodged it in disgust, and then... there was no more...

"Don't talk about kissing, I don't want to hear it."

Wenxuan laughed until his wound hurt, hugged Fang Muan and kissed the corner of his mouth, "You don't want to listen to me, but I have to say, the first kiss between me and you was when we were 15 years old, and I was like this at the time , to the corner of your mouth. Whether you like it or not, I stole your first kiss."