The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

Although Zhao Rin is regarded as a model of a family son, in fact, his real side is not as gentle as he shows.

In fact, his indifference has already penetrated into his bones, and his gentleness and elegance are just appearances.Therefore, Zhao Rin, who is used to disguising his true character, is cold and indifferent in the presence of no one else.

I don't like to meddle in other people's business.

However, when he heard from the servant that the besieged person was a man wearing a mask, he subconsciously thought of some news he had learned not long ago.

Out of a very delicate heart.

Zhao Rin changed his original intention of ignoring it, and asked the boy to go with him to see what was going on.

In today's world, although Bianjing City is located at the foot of the government, it is a prosperous and rich imperial capital, but this does not mean that the streets and alleys of Bianjing are completely safe and peaceful.

In some alleys away from the center, there are occasional desperadoes who take their lives to gamble, doing some shady things like gambling.

The position he was in right now was the location where this type of people appeared relatively frequently.

Zhao Rin's own martial arts are good, and he is not afraid of those people.

In the past, he didn't care, so that's all.

But at this moment, since he has chosen to take the step, he will definitely punish these people well.

In just a few seconds, Zhao Rin had already made these people angry.

However, when he came to this dead end with the boy, Zhao Rin realized that the situation in front of him was one-sided, and he didn't need to take action.

In the depths of the dead end, five burly men fell to the ground like stacked arhats, begging for mercy with ferocious wailing faces.

There were very clear shoe prints on their faces, their eyes were narrowed from the beatings, and their bruised and purple faces were swollen like pigs' heads.

It looked like he was in pain.

The servant next to Zhao Rin couldn't help laughing: "Pfft——"

Looking at this scene, Zhao Rin raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Afterwards, his eyes moved slowly, from the faces of several people to the man in white who stood not far from the five people.

The man was wearing a mask covering most of his face.

But the exposed jaw line is very graceful.

The shape of the lips is also very beautiful, the kind of beauty that easily makes people feel the urge to kiss.

Leaving aside his face for the time being, the other party was tall and slender, with an outstanding figure, like a green bamboo standing quietly.

If before coming to this dead end, Zhao Rin was just guessing, but now, after seeing this man, the guessing in his heart has been directly confirmed.

Even if the man in white was wearing a mask, he couldn't conceal the attractive aura on his body.According to him, not long ago, Lou Yan, the eldest son of the Lou family who accidentally fell into the water, was thrown from the river by a man wearing a mask.

Everyone present at the time said that the man took off the mask later, and his face was unbelievably beautiful.Later, someone said that the man was the beautiful husband of the doctor Wu from the pharmacy.

Because there were too many people onlookers that day, even though Lou Yan deliberately suppressed the matter, the story of what happened still spread among the family's circle.

Zhao Rin was curious about the person Xie Lingge cared about the day before at the pharmacy, but was interrupted by Zhou Yu halfway, so he couldn't see the other person's true face.

Zhao Rin hadn't expected that he would meet the other party under such circumstances this time.

Zhao Lin didn't doubt at all that the young man in white was not the handsome husband.Because it was obvious that the other party completely agreed with the description of that beautiful husband.

Zhao Rin thought a lot in his mind, but in fact, only two seconds passed.He took two steps forward, looked at the man who was one meter away from him, the man who had beaten someone, but the white clothes were not stained with a speck of dust, and smiled slightly: "Young master is good at movement."

His voice was magnetic and deep, and in his slowly approaching tone, there was a kind of gentleness that was easy to make people feel good about.

Fu Zhenhong looked at this man indifferently. He was dressed in green, with a handsome face and an ink folding fan pinned to his waist. At first glance, he looked like an easy-going and gentle nobleman.

The man Fu Zhenhong matched up with the one who brought his servant to the pharmacy to buy medicine not long ago.

Behind the screen that day, Fu Zhenhong heard Zhou Yu call him Zhao Rin.

Look at his warm smile, which is completely opposite to the smile on his face—the coldness deep in his eyes.

Obviously, this is a man who is habitual in disguise.

Hot outside and cold inside.

Fu Zhenhong withdrew her gaze, thought indifferently, then took steps, preparing to bypass this man and leave here.

However, just as Fu Zhenhong was about to pass by this man, the man suddenly stretched out his hand holding a folding fan, and blocked Fu Zhenhong's path with his arm: "My lord, please wait a moment, next..."

Before Zhao Rin finished speaking, he felt his wrist tighten, followed by a whirlwind.When he reacted, the folding fan in his hand had already fallen into the opponent's hand, and he himself was pushed against the wall.

Behind is a hard and cold stone wall, and in front of him is a man wearing a mask.

His shoulder was pressed by the opponent's palm, and an invisible force imprisoned him, making him unable to move.

And all of this happened only in the blink of an eye.

The servant suddenly came to his senses, and shouted anxiously: "Master!" He wanted to step forward, but was stunned by Fu Zhenhong's light glance at him.

Fu Zhenhong looked back at Zhao Rin who was imprisoned by him.

Except for the momentary shock just now, the other party's performance can be said to be very calm and composed.At this moment, there was no panic on his face at all.

Zhao Rin raised his eyelids and met the man's gaze.

Zhao Rin found that this man had a pair of unusually attractive eyes, the pupils were dark and deep, which seemed to be full of some kind of mysterious vortex, very cold, but also had a different kind of beauty.

Zhao Rin explained: "Young Master, I just stopped you from below. There is no malice. I just want to know you and make friends with you."

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyes when she heard the words: "Know each other? Make friends?"

Zhao Lin nodded.

Fu Zhenhong smiled, and moved the masked face closer to Zhao Rin: "Are you interested in me?"

The man's sudden approach made Zhao Rin pause, his eyes slightly curved, and his smile was like a breeze: "Yes, I'm very interested in the young master."

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and moved a little closer, sizing up the man in front of her from a close distance.

Looking at the man who was a fist away from him, Zhao Rin subconsciously slowed down his breathing. The sudden approach of the man made his heartbeat, which had been beating steadily, begin to fluctuate.

He is not used to getting too close to others, but right now, the distance between him and this man has already exceeded the safe distance between people.

The other party's close sizing made him feel a little uncomfortable.

He wanted to try to move, but found that his body was still unable to move.Obviously the other party's hand on his shoulder was slender and slender, like the most beautiful work of art, highly ornamental.

There shouldn't be the kind of strength that imprisoned him.

However, he just couldn't get rid of the restraint of this hand's strength.

This man is very strong.

Martial arts are far above him.

Knew it……

No matter from which point of view, this beautiful husband who has spread among their circles is not simple.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin felt a very secret emotion that could be called excitement.

Fu Zhenhong noticed Zhao Rin's emotional changes, and asked calmly, "What are you interested in me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Lin was about to speak, but found that the other party did not intend to hear his answer, but slowly stretched the other hand towards his waist.

Zhao Rin's lips were slightly pursed, and his body suddenly became tense.

He didn't know what the other party wanted to do.

And in this unknown situation, his originally steady breathing also became chaotic.

The next second, he felt the opponent's hand came to his belt.

Zhao Rin lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered.

At this time, the servant who was stunned by Fu Zhenhong's eyes seemed to have recovered, "What do you want to do to my master!"

But this time, Fu Zhenhong didn't pay attention to him. Instead, Zhao Rin glanced at him and signaled him not to come over.

The servant's footsteps stopped abruptly, and his expression became a little strange.

If he is not mistaken, the message in the young master's eyes is to tell him not to disturb.

don't bother.

The servant looked at the masked young man, and then at the master who had withdrawn his gaze from him.

After being silent for half a second, he made the most correct choice at the moment, which was to lower his head, stand quietly on the spot, and reduce his sense of existence as much as possible.

Fu Zhenhong sneered, and under Zhao Rin's gaze, she pulled out the ink folding fan on his waist.

Fu Zhenhong opened the folding fan and looked at the signature below.

"Zhao Lin?" He read out these two words with a clear and pleasant voice.

Zhao Rin's eyelashes moved, hummed in a low voice, and then added: "My name is Zhao Rin, the name is Zishan."

Fu Zhenhong put away the opened folding fan, then gently patted Zhao Rin's cheek with the front end of the folding fan, and said in a casual tone: "Zishan, under your gentle skin, It should be extremely cold and thin flesh and blood."

He called Zhao Rin affectionately, but whether it was the tone of speech or the cold voice, there was a kind of alienation that strangers should not get close to.

Zhao Rin's Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he didn't feel the panic that his true face was directly pierced. Instead, it was the lake of heart that had been calm all the time. At this moment, an inexplicable wave of heat surged up.

Apart from these, when his eyes met the man's, he actually had an almost absurd urge to kiss the man's eyes.

No one knows better than himself.

Under this elegant and gentle shell, once someone uncovers his cold and arrogant inside, he will find that hidden in the deepest part is a kind of deviant madness.

Zhao Rin's lips moved: "I..."

Fu Zhenhong interrupted him directly, and pressed a folding fan to Zhao Rin's forehead: "Mr. Zishan, who is famous all over the city, shouldn't be interested in a married husband."

After saying that, Fu Zhenhong put the folding fan back in place, turned and left.

When he passed the young man, the young man smelled a very pleasant fragrance.His eyes subconsciously moved with the back of the other party, and it was not until he heard his master's ambiguous laughter that the servant came back to his senses.