The God of Raiders dressed as Pan Jinlian

The servant hurried to Zhao Rin's side, stretched out his hand to support his master, but was gently caressed away by the other party.

Zhao Rin rubbed the shoulder that had been pressed down just now, and glanced at the back of the instigator who left, the corners of his lips were slightly upturned, evoking a shallow arc.

He suddenly understood why Ziyi couldn't forget this man after he met him in Qinghe County.Even if the other party is someone else's husband, after the reunion, he still loves and is very happy.

A good-looking appearance and figure are only the first step in the heart.

The mysterious and alienated temperament that naturally exudes from the other party, as well as the glamorous feeling emanating from the careless laziness, are the key to making people's heart beat faster.

Zhao Rin recalled what happened just now, and picked up the folding fan.

Looking at the ink folding fan with his name printed in his hand, Zhao Rin couldn't help being a little curious. If that man just touched his cheek with the folding fan, but with his own hand, the round and delicate fingertips slid across him. How does it feel when you touch the skin on your cheeks?

It should have made his heart beat faster.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rin's lips curled up a little more.

The servant standing beside Zhao Rin raised his eyes to look at his master. This was the first time he saw his master so happy in these two years.

It's not the kind of superficial joy of doing it for others to see in the past, but the real joy from the heart.

Thinking of this, the boy also smiled.

Afterwards, he looked at the five people who were unconscious in the posture of stacking arhats not far away, and asked aloud: "Master, how should these people be dealt with?"

Zhao Rin thought for a moment and said, "Leave it to Zhou Yu."

The boy paused for a moment, then turned his gaze to Zhao Rin, and asked with some doubts: "Will the people from Dali Temple have time to examine these little fellows?"

Moreover, Zhou Zhoulang is still the young minister of Dali Temple who is deeply loved by the officials, so he doesn't look like someone who would waste his time on these unknown little guys.

Zhao Lin thought of something when he heard the words, and smiled meaningfully: "As long as you reveal the identity of these people who are trying to rob, Zhou Yu will definitely take care of it."

Maybe even review it in person.

Zhao Rin didn't say the second half of the sentence, but as a close servant who followed Zhao Rin since he was a child, he still quickly understood what his master meant.

The boy thought, if these people were examined by Zhou Zhoulang, the final result would be very miserable.

After all, on the surface, Zhou Zhou Lang seemed to be reticent and calm, but in fact, when interrogating prisoners, his methods were unusually hot, and he was an existence that the entire Dali Temple did not want to provoke.

However, these people have done a lot of nasty things on weekdays, even if they were tortured by Dali Temple, it would not be a pity.

Here, under Zhao Rin's instruction, the servant ordered people to tie up the whole body of these people, and hurriedly dragged them to Dali Temple.

the other side.

After a series of interruptions, Fu Zhenhong was no longer in the mood to continue wandering around.

However, since it was still early, Fu Zhenhong planned to go directly to the pharmacy.

And just as Fu Zhenhong was walking towards the pharmacy, she found a ring not far ahead.

The arena is covered with red silk steps, and the four corners are outside a two-story pavilion in the main direction, and the other three corners are full of people.

[Xiaohong, this is a martial arts contest to recruit relatives! ]

The voice of the weak chicken system is a little excited. Although it is not unheard of in other worlds during the process of following the host, it is still very interesting every time it encounters it.

[Xiao Hong, why don't we watch the excitement before going back? ]

Fu Zhenhong heard the expectation in the weak chicken system's tone. He estimated the time, and after thinking for a while, he was not in a hurry to go to the pharmacy. Instead, he followed the weak chicken system's expectation and stood in a crowd Relatively few corners.

Since Fu Zhenhong was always wearing a mask and was standing in a relatively hidden corner, the surrounding people who were all focused on the competition ring did not notice Fu Zhenhong's arrival.

On the arena, two tall and middle-aged men were fighting fiercely, one with a spear and the other with a long sword.

"Who do you think will win between these two?"

"It's not the end, no one can say for sure."

Seeing that the showdown was coming to an end, the spectators around them began to discuss in a hurry——

"These are the last two people. The winner will become Mr. Zhang's son-in-law." A man with a small beard said.

"Why, are you envious?" The short man next to him teased.

When the bearded man heard this, he immediately retorted: "How could I be envious? The eldest lady of the Zhang family is unruly and willful. She not only raises more than a dozen staff members in the mansion, but also often goes to Lianhualou. If she is married to the Zhang family, wouldn't she It’s not every day being cuckolded.”

The short man reminded: "Hush! Keep your voice down!"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, looked at a person in the stands, and said: "But if you can endure this, you will definitely live in luxury and luxury in the future."

The bearded man nodded: "You are right. Although the eldest daughter of the Zhang family is not feasible, the Zhang family is indeed considered a high-ranking family. They are related to the Lou family and the Xie family of centuries-old families."

Hearing this, the short man stretched his neck and looked towards the first floor: "You said that, I remember that both the eldest son of the Lou family and the eldest son of the Xie family have come, why is it that the martial arts competition is almost over and no one is seen?"

The bearded man also looked towards the first floor: "It must be in the private room on the first floor. I reckon these two should be staying with the Miss Zhang family. We will wait for the final result to come out. will show up."

The short man turned his eyes to the ring again, and said with a sigh: "Don't tell me, only the final winner can barely match Miss Zhang's family."

Everyone knows that the Zhang family's martial arts competition is mainly because the master of the Zhang family wants to find a husband who can barely suppress his granddaughter.

"Aren't you talking nonsense!" The bearded man clicked his tongue lightly, and analyzed: "The young lady of the Zhang family is good at using long whips. If the husband and son-in-law who married into the mansion have no martial arts skills, if one of them argues in the future, then it will be difficult for him to fight. If a young lady came over with a whip, wouldn't it mean that half of her life would be ruined."

Fu Zhenhong was not interested in the aristocratic families in Bianjing City, but listening to the discussion of the two men in front of her, she also pieced things together.

He glanced at the two people who had reached the end of the ring, and then at the first floor in the direction of the ring master.An old man in Chinese clothes was sitting on a chair, watching the duel on the stage seriously.

The old man's face was full of wrinkles and his hair was white, but his eyes were unusually clear.Beside him, stood two guards with sharp blades on their waists.

Fu Zhenhong turned her gaze to the two who were about to deal the final blow to both sides.The man holding the spear let out a loud roar, using the spear as a support point, he attacked the man holding the long sword with the force of the ejection, and at the moment the opponent dodged, he directly kicked the opponent with a roundabout kick with all his strength. Out of the ring.

As for the man who was kicked away from the arena, amidst the exclamation of everyone, his body fell straight in the direction of Fu Zhenhong.

Standing in front of Fu Zhenhong, the two people who were still discussing had their eyes wide open, looking at the man who barely flew over their heads with astonishment.

They turned around stiffly, and there was a muffled "bang", just in time to see the man fell to the ground in embarrassment, spat out a mouthful of foam from his mouth convulsively, then closed his eyes and passed out.

"This..." The two swallowed at the same time, swallowing the three words "too miserable".

It was also at this time that this person noticed Fu Zhenhong in white clothes and a mask.

Not just this person, but other people around the ring also looked at the man who had escaped the sudden disaster.

Only the man holding the spear in the arena was still immersed in the joy of winning, and shouted happily: "I won! I won!"

As soon as his words fell, he couldn't wait to ring the ending gong.

"clang!"

The unusually crisp sound caught the attention of the people around him.

Most of the onlookers turned their eyes back to the ring.However, there were still a small number of people who, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at Fu Zhenhong with very curious eyes.

[The contest to recruit relatives is over, it's time to go. ]

Fu Zhenhong said to the weak chicken system.

[okay. ] The weak chicken system responded very simply.

However, just as Fu Zhenhong turned around and was about to leave here.The woman in red who came out due to the result of the duel suddenly jumped and flew towards Fu Zhenhong at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, accompanied by the fierce wind, the long whip in her hand kept swinging towards Fu Zhenhong.

Everyone exclaimed again.

Seeing that the long whip was about to hit the man in white, they all held their breath.

As a result, to their surprise...

The long whip thrown by the eldest lady of the Zhang family missed the man, and the man only raised his hand, and then firmly grasped the imposing long whip without even turning around.

Zhang Yiru flew onto the ring, wanted to take back the long whip, but found that the long whip did not move at all.

She couldn't help squinting her eyes, looking at the man who imprisoned her with a long whip not far away, a strong interest suddenly appeared on her face.

With her years of eyesight, it is not difficult to infer from this back view alone that this man in white must be an extremely good-looking man.

and……

Martial arts are very strong.

Zhang Yiru hooked her lips happily, she likes powerful and beautiful men, so she won't be easily hurt by her.

Obviously, compared to Zhou Zheng's appearance in the ring, this man in white is more in line with her wishes.

Zhang Yiru's lips moved, and she was about to speak, but was suddenly driven by the force of the long whip to fly to the other end, and she fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, and was forced to eat a mouthful of ashes.

And all of this happened in an instant, so fast that she had no time to react.

Zhang Yiru was coughing, while propping up her hands to get up first.And the moment she raised her eyes, the first thing she saw was the white clothes.

Fu Zhenhong squatted down and looked at the woman in red who raised her eyes.

But Zhang Yiru, who originally planned to scold furiously, got stuck in an instant after meeting Fu Zhenhong's eyes under the mask.

In the next second, she heard the man in white with a mask on his face ask her in an extremely pleasant and magnetic voice, "How does the ashes on the ground taste?"

Zhang Yiru: "?"