Evil disciple, let go of the back of your teacher's neck!

In Canglang's dream, the sharp blade was handed out by his hand, and the heart was cut open, already ruining the back road and the life of the wolf cub.

Ask yourself, Canglang is painful but not regretful.Because he knows that when the moon sets in the west and the waves break the tide, it is like losing life and love, and they cannot return to the original point.

But now, Feng Lin was still standing in front of him, his downcast eyes were too deep, so that people ignored the almost sickly paleness on that face.

"Are you planning to run away from this king?"

He tilted his head to ask questions, like a child who is ignorant of the world, but the fire smoke blurred his sharp body, and even the looming red agate became a playful symbol.But no one should forget that untimely innocence is, to put it bluntly, insensitive and cold-blooded.

Cang Lang knows this better than anyone else.

"It was you who ordered the fire to be set."

In order to build momentum for An Liben's top seven, almost half of Minzhou official circles came.After the fire, even the most difficult bones were burned to ashes, and when the wind blew, there was no residue left.Just thinking about this matter, Cang Lang felt a chill in his teeth.

Huo Huancloth covered his head, Feng Lin grabbed Cang Lang's arms, and while helping him up, he held him tightly against his chest.

"Yes," Feng Lin was very honest, "But I didn't block the gate of An's family, nor did I push Grandpa An's family into flames."

Cang Lang knew that what he said was true, he couldn't help but tighten his lips, and took a deep breath.

"Help me, save people."

In the dark and cramped space, Feng Lin seemed to laugh, with steam in his mouth, and asked stubbornly, "Mister, are you planning to leave today?"

Cang Lang was driven crazy by him, thinking that the last blood of An's family was still trapped in the fire, he could only shake his head confusedly: "I won't go, I won't go, help me get that child out, okay? "

Feng Lin raised the cloth a little, thick smoke poured in, it didn't hurt people's lives, but it incited fear appropriately.

"Even a grandfather doesn't feel sorry for him, so why does this king risk his life?"

"That's a human life, too."

"The lives of people other than Mr. are nothing to me."

Cang Lang was about to fall into despair, and he suddenly understood at this moment that the wolf cub had already grown green, and the fangs that gnawed on the back of the neck three years ago were still sharp.

"How are you going?"

Feng Lin didn't say a word, the kiss fell on the tear mole at the corner of the eye, the bridge of the nose, and the lips.After prying it open, the attack was stronger than the offensive of the thick smoke outside the curtain, and Cang Lang was gradually kissed so hard that he couldn't breathe.As the feeling of suffocation intensified, the refusing fingers quickly became clenched, like a drowning person, at this moment he regarded Feng Lin as the last straw.

"Don't stay here... I will give you whatever you want, as long as you save him..."

An indistinct begging sound came into his ears, Feng Lin let go of his hand suddenly, paused, and still smiled: "Sir, you are worrying too much, how can this king live in the place of life and death. This king is just thinking, since the wolf teeth can't keep you , then I have no choice but to ask sir, allow me to plant a love gu for you."

The calloused palm slowly appeared in front of his eyes, and Cang Lang suddenly changed his color: "You madman!"

Feng Lin's brows were calm: "If Mister could be more ruthless that day, and watched the king go through six punishments, and die from unbearable pain, I wouldn't have the chance to go crazy today."

Cang Lang froze for a moment, his blood surged up in an instant, and he slapped his face with a firm force.He raised this little bastard for three years, but he never imagined that he would develop such a cunning and treacherous temperament. When it came time to respond to the saying "If you don't raise it, it's the fault of the teacher", all the retribution is on him.

"The villain!"

Blood oozes from the corner of Feng Lin's lips, and he smiles softly: "Mr. finally admitted it."

More than admitting that as a master, he even carved the tablet for him.

However, Cang Lang didn't want to talk about this with the little beast right now.

After a while, after a slender moan, Huo Huanbu was pulled away, and Feng Lin was exposed to the flames needlessly.

"Crack, crack, crack—"

The hundred-foot beacons were nailed to the wall step by step in rows, and he immediately shouted "Go", Huaying jumped up like a wolf when he heard the order, hooked the silver dart with his sharp claws, stepped on the ground with his hind legs, and the ten-foot-tall As soon as the courtyard wall went up, the majestic Xuanmao Zhanyan merged with the thick fog.

After arranging everything, Feng Lin stood still for a long time, raising his hand to press his chest—there was surging like a shock wave.

Even though Liao Wuji's Pill Gu is powerful, no one has a body made of copper and iron. Only gods have the ability to walk on the ground within three days of serious injuries.He Feng Lin is only an ordinary person, after a long time of hard work, Liao Wuji is willing to lend him the Fengsheng Gu to support him for a few days.

The majestic Prince Yan Qizhu, in order to keep his beloved, no matter how despicable the tricks are, he must let go, and no matter how difficult the disease is, he must fight to the death.

After all, he was just a poor wretch, desperate and desperate.

The fire in Anzhai burned for half a day, until the nearby guard station sent [-] soldiers to fight the fire, and it was barely time to extinguish the fire at dusk, but the loss was still heavy.

The county government dispatched people overnight to check the scene, and 27 people were killed and injured in the fire, most of them were Minzhou officials who participated in the public sacrifice.In addition to the old house in the middle of the fire, [-] houses near Huiguan Street were damaged to varying degrees.Anzhai's only way of life was blocked due to the collapse of the door beam, and it became a place like purgatory on earth.

According to the report of the witness who went to the autopsy, the Liuzhou nanmu coffin where An Liben's body was parked turned into a pile of black charcoal in the fire.Poor his father, Mr. An, was trapped alone in the wing room because of his legs and feet. He was burnt to death. He could only vaguely tell from the direction where the corpse fell. That's all.

"Where are Sang Ji, He Weizhang and others?" After listening to the report, Cang Lang was silent for a while and asked with a slight frown.

Yang Dazhi looked at Feng Lin's eyes intentionally, but he knew that there was no disturbance under His Highness, and he didn't give a single look: "Whatever you ask, sir, just answer it."

"Yes, one maimed and one wounded are all guarded by Jin Yiwei," Yang Dazhi said, "there is no danger of life."

"...What is the saint going to do next?"

"The fire started because of the public sacrifice, and Sangji was responsible for the accident. The saint has an order, and when he recovers from his injuries, he will be escorted back to Beijing and handed over to the three courts for interrogation. As for the sea merchant with the surname He, the saint said, he will follow According to Huang Deyong's mansion newspaper, leave it to the prince."

Feng Lin grudgingly said "Yes", waved Yang Dazhi away, and continued to hold a wooden stick to do bite training for Huaiying.

Jieyousan had already been replaced with a real soothing bait, Wen Canglang didn't reply for a long time, Feng Lin put down the log in his hand, and stared at him through the light smoke: "What are you thinking, sir?"

Cang Lang said: "The minister of Dali Temple and the imperial censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are all disciples of Gao Wujiu. Giving the mulberry records to them is tantamount to letting the tiger go back to the mountain. In the fire of Anjia, you only took down one He Weizhang, but you broke into it. How many innocent people, buying and selling like the prince does, I am afraid that Jiangshan Sheji will lose their ground."

Feng Lin heard the sarcasm in his words, and smiled meaningfully: "As early as the time when the master thought of using the method of discounting the salary to attract the king and Gao Wujiu to fight, he should have known that winning or losing is not absolute. The party’s ruling foundation is deep, and Gao Wujiu not only has the title of uncle of the country, but also has a century-old ancestral shadow. In contrast, what does this king have? If there is no fire to solve my predicament, sir, it will cost a lot Zhou Zhe only won one Feng Lin, wouldn't it be more uneconomical?"

Cang Lang was repelled by the army, he felt angry, and his hands were not accurate. The first batch of imperial concubine balm this autumn was picked up on his fingertips, the pearls burst, and the light rouge scented juice shot Huaiying's face.It snorted and shook the earth, blowing away the sand table on the case.

Seeing this, Feng Lin sighed and walked over.

"This fire didn't just bring down one He Weizhang. Don't you see how many of the 27 people who were either dead or injured were the mainstays of Fujian's officialdom?" He took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped off his fingers for Cang Lang. "As the saying goes, if you can't break a law, you can't stand it. For example, if the deduction sand table is empty, only later people will have the opportunity to build a new tree."

Cang Lang couldn't break free from his crotch, and was at his mercy. He only asked in a low voice: "Is this a sage's order, or is it the prince's arrogance?"

"The matter of Haiphong has been a concern of the new emperor since the early years of Longkang. He wanted to adopt Hu Jingzhai's strategy of "Golden Ou", but in Beijing there was an uncle of the country who opposed him, and on the side he had his gangsters. It's soaked, and turned into a solid gourd that can't be splashed with water. Yang Dayong touched this iron plate three years ago, and he didn't even leave a whole body; ? He was forced to be helpless by internal and external difficulties, so he wanted to seek skins from tigers, dig out a little bit from the mouths of those corrupt officials. Although I did not have Feng Cong's instructions, it was what he thought in his heart."

This is the first time in the three years since Cang Lang woke up, Feng Lin talked to him about the general situation of the court.He ignored King Yan's disrespect for calling the saint's name directly, and thought to himself.

"So, your trip to investigate and deal with corruption is just a gimmick, and your real intention is to find out the way forward for the best strategy?"

Feng Lin didn't answer, he took the trouble to put his fair and slender fingers together one by one, and the silk handkerchief was inserted and pulled away, all of which showed indescribable love and affection.

In such movements, Cang Lang felt strangely hot.

He had no choice but to hold back: "There are many ways to remove obstacles..."

"It's the most direct and straightforward when it's set on fire." Feng Lin engraved the words "demented and insane" on his forehead, "The way to simplicity is the first truth that Mr. taught me."

Cang Lang felt annoyed in his heart, but he had to admit that what the little bastard said had some truth.

The chest became hotter and hotter, and a little tingling itchiness leaked out, like an ant bite, but it caused another kind of unbearable.

Feng Lin turned a blind eye to the strangeness in front of him, "Speaking of which, it is also the credit of the master to use the pepper and sapphire to arouse public anger. Otherwise, the king is really worried. What method must be used to get those rats hiding in the dark together?" What about getting together?"

Cang Lang was still in confusion, and had no time to ponder whether this remark was a thank you or a sarcasm.

A piece of ropa could not finish wiping three or five points of juice, the person holding the handkerchief thought of making a fuss, bent down his face unhurriedly, and slowly put the fingers stained with juice between his lips.

The fingers are wrapped in warmth, and the wetness slips past the fingertips like a dragonfly, and then slides into the narrow place, or rubs or sucks, the spine of Cang Lang trembles, and he falls backwards involuntarily.

Of course, he didn't fall anywhere.

Feng Lin supported him.

"Sir," Feng Lin's breath pressed closer, "The Gu poison has exploded."