Heartthrob collapsed today 2

It seemed that neither Fu Zhenhong nor Linghu Chong cared about Yang Yi who came over.At this moment, Yang Yi was like an uninformed meddler.

Yang Yi's thin lips were suddenly closed into a cold straight line. He looked at the two people who were no one else there, lowered his eyes, and kept silent, but lightly stroked the fingers hanging by his side a few times.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't look at Yang Yi, she still caught sight of him out of the corner of her eye. This time-travel version of Yang Lianting was more calm than he thought.

Fu Zhenhong put down the pen in her hand, turned her head sideways, supported her temple with one hand, and looked at Yang Yi who was standing quietly by the side, "What's the matter?" With a careless laziness.

Yang Yi stared at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, and then said calmly: "The subordinates are here to serve the leader." When he mentioned the word "serve", Yang Yi deliberately dragged his tone, and let it go Slow down the pronunciation.

The voice of Yang Yi's current body is that kind of soft and deep rhyme. After deliberately lowering the voice, the voice is a little more magnetic and intoxicating to the eardrums.

After this kind of sound poured into the eardrums of people, it seemed to be more ambiguous and tender.

When Fu Zhenhong heard this, there was no change in expression on his face, but Linghu Chong who was beside him put down his ink and frowned slightly.

It wasn't that Linghu Chong was thinking too much, the relationship between this guard and Dongfang didn't seem to be as simple as that of ordinary subordinates.Thinking in Linghu Chong's heart, he looked at Yang Yi with a hint of thought, and Yang Yi met Linghu Chong's gaze, and a bit of sharp scrutiny also flashed in the depths of his pupils.

The gazes of the two clashed in the air. Obviously there was no clash of weapons, but there was an atmosphere of tension permeating the sword.

As the person who caused the two people to appear in this situation, Fu Zhenhong was in a state of idleness. His fingers gently stroked the dried scroll painting, and his fingertips slowly traced the outline of the ink painting on the painting. .

His fingers are delicate and smooth, compared with these pen and ink paintings, they are more attractive to the eyes.After a while, Fu Zhenhong said unhurriedly: "Your injury hasn't healed yet, go back to the hospital to recuperate."

Fu Zhenhong's melodious and slow voice reached the eardrums of Linghu Chong and Yang Yi, breaking their gaze.

Yang Yi replied: "It doesn't matter, the subordinates can still serve the leader as well as that night."

that night?Linghu Chong on the side raised his eyebrows when he heard Yang Yi say these two words, and he also said, "I will serve the leader well, so I won't bother guard Yang."

The corners of Yang Yi's lips curled slightly, and the smile he showed to Linghu Chong couldn't be said to be ironic or something else: "I think I will do it more smoothly than you who just came to the leader's side from Zi Sha Tang."

Linghu Chong also laughed: "I heard that you were just mentioned."

Yang Yi's lips moved, wanting to say something more.

"Okay." Fu Zhenhong waved her hands indifferently, and said, "You all go down." He told them both to leave.

Although both Linghu Chong and Yang Yi were somewhat unwilling, because Fu Zhenhong had already spoken, they had no choice but to retreat obediently.

In the end, Fu Zhenhong was the only one left in the courtyard.

He sat quietly for a while, then stood up and walked towards the bedroom where he was resting.After taking a bath, Fu Zhenhong changed into a light shirt. He looked at the jug on the table, and after thinking of something, he walked over to pick up the jug.

The door of the secret passage in the dark room was slowly opened, and Fu Zhenhong took the wine jug and walked step by step to the stairs leading to the second floor of the underground cell.

The light on the entire staircase is very weak, but this will not affect the sight of martial arts practitioners.Ren Woxing has been imprisoned on the second basement floor for some days. In the past, Chen Yu was responsible for delivering meals to Ren Woxing.

But because Chen Yu was sent out by Fu Zhenhong to deal with some matters in the past few days, the task of delivering food to Ren Woxing was naturally terminated.

However, even though Ren Woxing was imprisoned, he still had some skills. At his level of martial arts, even if he did not eat for a few days, he would not be greatly affected.

Fu Zhenhong's walking speed was neither too fast nor too slow. His feet stepped on the steps, and the slight sound of walking was very clear in this secret passageway.

After reaching the second basement floor, Fu Zhenhong stopped in his tracks. He stood outside the iron gate and looked at Ren Woxing who was still sitting cross-legged with his back to the iron gate.

It was only a few days since he came last time, but Ren Woxing looked even more embarrassed than what Fu Zhenhong saw last time.

In this dark dungeon, perhaps for someone like Ren Woxing who is used to being self-respecting, he is imprisoned as a prisoner, his limbs are chained like a poor dog, and every minute and every second of this situation It is a double torture both mentally and physically.

Ren Woxing felt Fu Zhenhong's presence, he turned around and looked at Fu Zhenhong who was standing outside the iron gate, compared to the meeting with Chen Yu, this time, Ren Woxing saw Fu Zhenhong After the red, the mood restrained a lot.

Although there was still a sharp and piercing killing intent in his eyes, at least the distorted and ferocious anger no longer appeared on his face.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, just looked at Ren Woxing quietly, Ren Woxing didn't take the initiative to speak, but stared at Fu Zhenhong closely with the sharp eyes under the messy hair.

This iron gate separated Fu Zhenhong and Ren Woxing, as if it also separated the gorgeous and the down-and-out, dividing the boundary between the superior and the prisoner.

Fu Zhenhong was out of place with the damp and dark environment around her.He was dressed in red, dignified and clean, in Ren Woxing's eyes, he was a kind of provocation, bright and dazzling.

Fu Zhenhong opened the cell and walked in.

This time, he didn't just stand there and watch the desperate Ren Woxing like the last time, but he didn't mind being dirty, and sat directly on the haystack.

Ren Woxing paused, thinking flashed across his eyes.

He originally thought that Dongfang Bubai was here to mock him again, but looking at the other party like this, it didn't seem quite like it.But Ren Woxing didn't dare to be careless, no one knew Dongfang Bubai's ruthlessness better than him.

When he was the chief leader of the Sun Moon God Sect, people in the world said he was a lunatic, but Ren Woxing knew very well that Dongfang Bubai was more like a lunatic than himself.

In other words, on this Blackwood Cliff, there is no one in the entire Sun Moon God Sect who is truly normal. The higher the position, the crazier they are.

Thinking about it carefully, perhaps only Xiang Wentian, Qu Yang and the others are relatively normal.

Qu Yang is not on his side, but Xiang Wentian...

Thinking of Xiang Wentian, Ren Woxing's eyes darkened, and he didn't know if he was working with Yingying now, and now that he was trapped in the dungeon, Dongfang Bubai must have said that Ren Woxing was dead.

"Eastern Invincible..." Ren Woxing looked at Fu Zhenhong who was sitting on the ground, the haze and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "I still say the same thing, if one day you fall into my hands, I will definitely kill you All sorts of torture."

Fu Zhenhong sneered indifferently. He didn't look at Ren Woxing, but lowered his eyes slightly, shook the jug in his hand, and said slowly: "Do you know what you look like now, like a mourning dog? .”

"You!" Ren Woxing wanted to attack, but was restrained by iron chains. Compared with the last time, Ren Woxing had two more iron chains on his body. Obviously, Chen Yu heard Fu Zhenhong's words , added after that date.

Fu Zhenhong shook her head lightly, and said with a bit of pity, "I'm still so impatient." After saying that, Fu Zhenhong opened the wine cork, raised her head and took a sip of the wine.

He is good-looking and domineering, so every move reveals a wanton and free and easy beauty.But in Ren Woxing's eyes, these things are dazzling, making Ren Woxing want to pounce on him and bite off his throat immediately.

"This look is really fierce." Fu Zhenhong lay down on his side while talking, propped his head on one hand, and looked at Ren Woxing, "I'm bored today, so I can appreciate your embarrassed appearance."

"East! Fang! No! Defeat!" Ren Woxing almost gritted his teeth and shouted Fu Zhenhong's name, his initial calmness was broken by Fu Zhenhong's words.

Fu Zhenhong ignored the murderous intent in Ren Woxing's eyes, but said calmly: "Yesterday was your precious daughter's birthday, but it's a pity that you, a father, can't participate."

When Ren Yingying was mentioned, Ren Woxing had some reason in his eyes. He stared at Fu Zhenhong closely, and said in a cold voice, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong did not immediately answer Ren Woxing's words, but took another sip of wine, and then said slowly, "I want to say, if this Ren Yingying is a little better, she will still be a good girl." The honorable holy lady in the Moon God Sect, but if she is restless, it is not impossible to imprison another person in this dungeon."

When Ren Woxing heard it, he was a little panicked: "Dongfang Bubai, Yingying really likes you, you have always treated you like a family member, you can't hurt her!"

Fu Zhenhong was overjoyed, "Dear one?" He thought it was ridiculous.

"Since your father and daughter are deeply affectionate, wouldn't it be good for me to let you get together here?" Fu Zhenhong asked back.

"The East is undefeated, and if you do many injustices, you will die." Ren Woxing said in a cold voice, with a dry and hoarse voice.

Fu Zhenhong laughed, raised her eyebrows and said, "Are you talking about you who are in the current situation?"

Ren Woxing said he couldn't beat Fu Zhenhong, so he just kept silent.

Fu Zhenhong sat up and walked in front of Ren Woxing.

Ren Woxing was taller than Fu Zhenhong, and the distance between the two was so close that Fu Zhenhong had to lift his chin to meet Ren Woxing's eyes.

Fu Zhenhong didn't like this, so in the next second, he kicked Ren Woxing directly on the knee, causing Ren Woxing to kneel down passively.In this way, Fu Zhenhong changed from looking up to looking down.

He grabbed Ren Woxing's hair, forced Ren Woxing to raise his head, and then poured the jug in his other hand onto Ren Woxing's face bit by bit.

The wine flowed onto Ren Woxing's face, wet his eyebrows, and smoked his eyes, obviously these cold liquids had the unique mellow aroma of wine, but at this moment, Ren Woxing felt something An unprecedented sense of humiliation.