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Although Jian Thirty covered his nose in time, he also inhaled a lot of this red smoke, so his head felt dizzy and coughed for a while, and then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he shouted at Jiang Feng: "Red Turban Hero? Are you really a Red Turban Hero?"

Jiang Feng looked at his surprised expression, with a smug face, and said: I told you a long time ago, I am the hero of the red scarf, you don't believe it.

Then, he patted him on the shoulder again, and said with a smile: Look away, in fact, you don't have to feel guilty, the so-called people are not sages, who can do nothing, saints also make mistakes, you look away this time, that's not strange, besides, you are not a saint, you are just a sword thirty, didn't the saint say it again, you can change your mistakes, good things, pay attention in the future.

Jian Thirty seemed to be really embarrassed to look away, holding the sword, cutting the bark without a pair, looking uncomfortable, and then said to Jiang Feng: Amazing, amazing, the most amazing thing this time is your red scarf hero.

Jiang Feng's face was magnanimous, and he said to him: I know you are not convinced, but there is no way, I told you a long time ago, who made you not believe it?

Jian Thirty glared at him and said, "Okay, even if I believe that you are a red turban hero, so what, what great things have you done?"

Jiang Feng shook his head and said: Although I haven't done anything vigorous like your Sword Thirty Sword Hero, but now, at least those two groups of people are afraid of me.

Jian Thirty knocked on the door of his head and said loudly: I'm afraid of you big-headed ghosts, they are afraid of the red scarf hero.

Jiang Feng said with a smile: I am the Red Turban Hero, they are afraid of the Red Turban Hero, that is, they are afraid of me, which proves that I am not as useless as you say all day long.

Jian Thirty Dao: Okay, good, you are the Red Turban Hero, and now you are the most amazing, so the Red Turban Hero, what do you think in your heart?

Jiang Fengdao: Actually, I didn't think much about it, I just wanted them to fight back and forth by themselves, kill each other, and then, when both sides were defeated, we would clean up the mess.

Jian Thirty Dao: And what is the result?

Hearing this, Jiang Feng showed a slight sense of loss, and muttered: Who knows now that they actually made peace, and if they don't fight, I'm really angry.

Jian Thirty suddenly returned the sword into the sheath, patted Jiang Feng's shoulder, and laughed: Good job, good look, the red scarf hero is really good, the red scarf hero spent so much effort to make such a lot of things out, originally I wanted people to fight around and kill each other, who knew that now people actually talk about peace and don't fight, I really convince you, I can't convince you if I want to.

Jiang Feng looked at him, with a look of loss, and said: Actually, you don't have to ridicule me, don't I just fail, do you think I want to do this, people have misses, horses have stumbled, and saints have times when they can't be calculated, not this time, then only next time.

Jian Thirty looked at him, and suddenly laughed again, and the embarrassment just now was swept away, and said, "Hey, Red Turban Hero, what are you going to do next?"

Jiang Feng twisted to the side with a lost face.

He felt that he was really embarrassed to see his old man like this, and he wanted to do something to prove to Jian Thirty that he was not as stupid as he imagined, but the result of the proof was indeed making him feel even more stupid and ashamed.

Therefore, I had to say: The Red Turban Hero has no next plan for the time being.

Jian Thirty Dao: What about Jiang Feng?

Jiang Fengdao: Neither.

Jian Thirty suddenly pointed at him and said loudly: "Red Turban Hero Jiang Feng, you, are you just that? Are you willing? What you have done is indeed a bit remarkable, but it is just a bit anticlimactic, then, I now have a way to let those two groups of people fight around, but I want to trouble you Red Turban Hero......

Hearing this, Jiang Feng suddenly looked sad, and said loudly: Alas, you must not be polite to me, if I can help you, I will definitely help.

Jian Thirty nodded, and said with a wicked smile: Since you said so, then I'm not welcome, in fact, what I want you to do is very simple, you must be able to help.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Feng suddenly glanced at him suspiciously, and said extremely cautiously: Is it really that simple?

Jian Thirty laughed and said: It's really simple, I just want you to die.

As soon as he finished speaking, his sword was already unsheathed, and a white light flashed in front of him.

The night was getting heavier.

The east shone slightly, and the first rays of the morning sun broke through the clouds and jumped onto the roof, revealing a kind face.

It was finally dawn.

When it's dark, it's a natural law, just like a flower will wither when it blooms, and the sun will set at sunrise, and maybe there's nothing surprising about it.

However, in Qian Fa's view, dawn almost has a very unusual significance, which is almost happier than letting him pick up a big ingot.

At this moment, he was sitting in the hall, touching the few mustaches on his chin, shaking his head, laughing non-stop, and tasting it carefully with a wine glass, as if he was celebrating some major festival, even during the New Year, he had never seen him so happy.

He took a sip and said to the purple-clothed spring breeze: Wife, the prefect can go, and now we will have a good life. Oh, after he's gone, we can make peace with the brothers again, and the town can prosper again, it's really a double happiness, congratulations, come and have a drink.

However, Ziyi didn't seem to be as happy as him.

Not only did she not appear to be happy at all, but she also looked worried, frowning, as if she was thinking about something long-term.

Now, hearing Qian Fa say these unbelievable words, she was even more unhappy, and angrily put the wine glass on the table, and said coldly to him: If you still laugh, you are about to die, but you don't know.

Qian Fa was also a little unhappy.

When he was happy, Ziyi always came to ruin his interest, which made him feel uninterested, but there was no way, who made him so afraid of his wife, so he said: Madam, this early in the morning, can you say something nice, who do you say is going to die?

Ziyi stood up, walked in front of him, and then poked his head hard, and said loudly with a stiff face: Of course it's you.

Qian Fa frowned and said, "I'm standing here well, how can I die?" Don't you keep cursing me for being good, no matter what, we are husband and wife.