Slag to the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

--Snapped!

Shen Dingwen slapped the other half of Yan Tong's face very symmetrically.

Yan Tong slowly leaned her head back on the back of the chair, and then laughed.

His poor scholar was finally in Nagano on this mountain, and dared to stab him in the back.

"You have endured me for two years, thank you for your hard work." Yan Tong looked at Shen Dingwen like this, and said with a smile.

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Shen Dingwen was calm at the beginning, but when he was provoked by Yan Tong's words, years of resentment and jealousy surged up, panting, he stared fiercely at Yan Tong who was tied behind his back on the chair, his expression seemed to be that of someone who was beaten just now is himself.

He took a deep breath and said, "...does it count? Do you still have the guts to ask me? Luo Hongmei, do you still have the fucking guts to ask me if that counts?!"

Yan Tong smiled and said, "Didn't you just slap me in the face? If I don't have a face, where did you slap me?"

Shen Dingwen raised his eyebrows sharply, sneered, stretched out his hand to lift his chin, clamped it hard, and raised his hand to slap him again.

Yan Tong looked at him without saying a word, a trail of blood slowly slid down from the hole in his left ear, and flowed down his neck into his collar.

"I didn't intend to torture you." Shen Dingwen looked at Yan Tong's dim eyes and said, "I originally planned to kill you—"

"—Give me a good time." Yan Tong continued, and then, under Shen Dingwen's slightly astonished eyes, he looked at him and laughed:

"But I can't be happy, Dingwen. You plan to dedicate Qipanzhai to the imperial court to ask for credit. Then everyone will be happy. After a few years, the people below will be tricked to death on the battlefield. You will be tricked to death in the officialdom. You let me How are you happy?"

His mind is not slow, and he can quickly deduce what Shen Dingwen wants to do - if he just handed over the living Luo Hongmei to the court, the value is just being dragged to the entrance of the vegetable market with a knife, Shen Dingwen can do it at any time, there is no need to pick The day he returned from going out.

In other words, Shen Dingwen needed the few days when he was not in Qipanzhai.What's more, Jin He also said that Shen Dingwen and Wu Dangjia were too close.

... It's really more and more off-road.

Shen Dingwen's eyes suddenly became fierce.

"Don't think it's just you." He gasped and stared at Yan Tong, "If you hadn't tricked me into Qipanzhai, how could I have a bright future like this—"

"I can't." Yan Tong looked at him and laughed again, "If I could, why did I go to Qingzhou—"

Snapped!

Shen Dingwen interrupted his speech with a slap in the face.

Yan Tong now feels that when he looks up, he can see the entire Milky Way spinning on his forehead.

"Luo Hongmei." Shen Dingwen bent down, put his face in front of Yan Tong, lowered his voice, but his tone was as fierce as a beast biting, "If you hadn't brought me to Qipanzhai, how could I not even dare to go home?! Well, you are happy, have you ever thought about me? Have you ever thought that if I hadn’t fallen into the name of this rebel, I might have been admitted to the Imperial Academy by now?! Have you ever thought about it because of my son? , My parents can’t hold their heads up in the clan?!”

He straightened up abruptly, and because of clenched teeth, there was an obvious horizontal line on the side of his cheek.

"Okay! You are happy to fight against the imperial court, you are a hero, you are capable! But who gave you the face to force us all to become thieves with you?! Luo Hongmei, think about it for yourself, you just ran out of the frontier army At the time, didn’t we only bring out three or four people?”

His tone suddenly increased, "Open your eyes and see for yourself, five years, five years, have you rehabilitated more than 800 soldiers who died in vain?!"

He grabbed Yan Tong by the collar: "Is it rehabilitated? Is it useful?! You said it yourself!!"

Yan Tong: "Who the hell cares about what the court gave—"

Shen Dingwen gave another slap in the face, "I'm fucking rare! Everyone in my family from old to young, from 80 years old to three years old is rare! You are born rebellious, so don't come to harm us normal people!"

"Calamity?" Yan Tong looked at Shen Dingwen with deep eyes, like a cold fire burning in hell, "Those who can go up this mountain either violated the king's law or couldn't survive. Farmers down the mountain, I will collect their rent Keep them safe, who have I harmed?"

He said word by word: "Not everyone regards Wang's law as the law of heaven like you, Dingwen."

--Snapped!

Yan Tong's internal injuries caused by the forceful attack before hadn't healed yet, and Shen Dingwen slapped him several times. The pain caused his eyes to turn black, and he could only lean on the back of the chair, looking at Shen Dingwen and sighing. tone.

This expression of his angered Shen Dingwen even more than what he said before. Shen Dingwen heaved his front heaved several times, and squeezed out three good words from his throat: "Okay, okay, okay, even if what you said is right, Luo Hongmei——"

He grabbed Yan Tong's collar: "Then what do you think of me? I'm not allowed to touch anything about the cottage, even you can use someone like Li Xiucai, but you don't need me! Except that Li Xiucai has more money than me!" How can I be better than me after being a scholar? Since you brought me back, you didn’t give me anything, and I didn’t even have the right to be an official!”

Yan Tong looked at the agitated Shen Dingwen, and slowly raised his eyebrows, showing some sarcasm for the first time.

"From what happened today, it's the right decision for me not to use you." He said to Shen Dingwen.

When Shen Dingwen heard this, he didn't get angry on the spot uncharacteristically. He just stared at him with a gloomy face, and then looked down at his right hand.

——His palm was covered with blood.

He noticed that Yan Tong's eyes also fell on his hands, so he raised his eyes and looked at him: "... How long do you think your face can withstand?"

As Shen Dingwen said, he stretched out his blood-stained right hand, and gently traced along Yan Tong's swollen cheek, "You don't regret such a pretty face, I feel sorry for you."

Yan Tong said with a smile: "These two sentences finally have the demeanor of a careerist."

Shen Dingwen felt that he had never been so angry in his life, so before he returned to his senses, he had already vented all his anger: a slap in the face knocked Yan Tonglian and his chair to the ground.

Yan Tong turned his head with difficulty, spitting out the blood in his mouth.

Shen Dingwen walked up to him, wearing a pair of soap-colored boots, and the hem of his long gown dangled gently in front of Yan Tong's eyes. It was obviously washed white, but it was more dazzling than the candlelight in the room.

After Yan Tong vomited blood, he felt that his articulate words became clearer, so he said to Shen Dingwen: "Even if you sell that ancestral shop, it is only enough to go to Beijing to take the Jinshi exam once, and make friends with the same class and make connections. How little is there?" Silver? Although I won’t let you interfere in the matter of the cottage, I didn’t hide it from you on purpose, don’t you know where the silver is kept in the village? Don’t you know that even if you take the silver and run to Xijing, I won’t stop you?”

Shen Dingwen's expression froze suddenly.

"From the beginning to the end," Yan Tong looked at him and shook his head slightly, "You never believed that I was sincere to you."

He raised his head from the ground, found Shen Dingwen's eyes, and said:

"Who can you blame?"

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Shen Dingwen couldn't say a word, so he rushed forward and kicked Yan Tong in the stomach.

He didn't use his kick at all, and finally someone outside the door couldn't stand it anymore, kicked the door open with a slam, and shouted: "Shen Dingwen!"

Shen Dingwen turned his head and glanced in the direction of the person passing by.

Yan Tong was kicked by Shen Dingwen and slid off the ground, and the back of the chair hit the bookshelf in the bedroom.

The person who broke in glanced in his direction—this person was indeed Yan Ningjun, the fifth master—then lowered his voice and said to Shen Dingwenji: "I don't care about the quarrel between your husband and wife, but you are doing it What? Want to recruit Jin He?"

Yan Tong interjected at this moment and asked, "Where's Jin He?"

Yan Ningjun didn't even look in Yan Tong's direction, he just regarded him as a dead person, "I will let him go down to accompany you soon."

Yan Tong replied: "It's very good."

The two people in the room were stunned, and at this moment Yan Tong suddenly reached out and took out three books from the bookshelf, and then pressed his fingers to the place where the books were originally placed——

A piece of the floor in front of the bookshelf collapsed directly!

Shen Dingwen didn't expect that there was such a secret passage in his bedroom, and he froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning; Yan Ningjun was much more experienced than Shen Shusheng, so he took out a throwing knife from his coat and pointed it at him. Yan Tong's position was thrown over.

Yan Tong picked up the chair and moved in front of him indiscriminately, and even shouted in the mood: "Farewell!"

The flying knife broke the back of the chair, and half of the wood was thrown high; followed by Yan Tong's whole body fell into the tunnel, and with a bang, the floor closed again.

Smoke rose.

Then the half of the severed back of the chair fell down and bounced on the ground, splashing a few streams of fine dust.

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Yan Tong climbed the rope with one hand, and pushed half of the chair against the wall with the other hand. Only then did he slow down the speed of descent with great difficulty, and did not fall directly to death when he landed.

He quickly rolled on the ground to slow down the momentum, pulled out the throwing knife nailed to his left shoulder by Mr. Yan Ning with his backhand, and threw it upwards forcefully.

The flying knife swirled at a height of three or four feet and cut the rope.

Yan Tong turned over and got up, took out the torch from his body and lit it, and quickly found water, Jinchuang medicine, ordinary detoxification|pills and a long knife in several boxes on the ground, and then staggered holding these things rushed forward.

This secret passage was built by his predecessor when he was still king on Qipan Mountain. After he came, he killed the original mountain king, occupied his house, and then rearranged the secret passage together with Jin He.

The entrance to the secret passage is only blocked by a layer of wooden boards, and people behind may chase in at any time.

Yan Tong ran forward for a while, guessing that the distance was about the same, so he groped around for a while, and soon found a lead wire, squatted down and lit it with a torch.

After lighting it, he immediately turned and ran.

——In this world, although gun|powder has been developed for a long time, the blasting technology is not very good. According to the terrain here, he might be forced to return to the original world before seeing Xu Jiezhi.

After he ran forty to fifty feet, he finally heard a bang behind him.

The dark passage was cut off.

The tunnel was too dark, Yan Tong couldn't see the situation behind him clearly, but hearing the voice, the road should be blocked to the point that it couldn't be dead anymore, so he found a clean place and sat down slowly against the wall.

Exhaustion, pain, the aftershocks of ups and downs, and the joy of survival after the catastrophe all surged up.

Yan Tong swallowed the detoxification pill first, then washed the wound on his left shoulder with clean water and wrapped it with medicine, and finally began to rub the medicine on his face indiscriminately.

He stopped suddenly, stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and wiped a handful of blood, which looked especially beautiful under the firelight.

Yan Tong stared at the blood in his hand, and for a long while, cursed angrily:

"Shen Dingwen's grandson!"

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When Yan Tong came out from the other end of the tunnel with a knife, it was already dawn.While lamenting that he was even more unlucky than Xu Jiezhi's grandson, he was full of thoughts about what to do next. He thought about seven or eight plans, but all of them were rejected by him. The hearing in his left ear was also not normal, buzzing continuously.

He looked up, only to feel dizzy from the sunlight.

Yan Ningjun will definitely send people to search in this area. None of Yan Tong's injuries have been healed. In this case, he dare not stay in one place for a long time, so he followed his previous memory and walked to the stream.

There should be a stream here, and the stream water can wash away the smell and blood.

When Yan Tong walked to the stream, he really didn't have much strength left, so he simply hugged the knife in his arms and rolled into the water.

He lay unconsciously in the water for a while, then felt his body lighten, as if he was being hugged.

The man stared at his face for a long time, and finally said: "Why is this child rubbing medicine indiscriminately?"

Yan Tong: "..." You're just fucking messing with medicine.

He didn't have time to say this, his head tilted, and he passed out completely.

The author has something to say: Yesterday, my teammate was unwell and spent a long time with her, and I didn’t have time to type

Then I have a competition from the 9th to the 13th. After the 13th, I may have to catch up on sleep and the signal on the train is not very good.

So

Don't have expectations for the update, it is unlikely that I will finish it ahead of time_(:з」∠)_

I have to compete on my birthday Jingil is sad