Jiahe Inn, at a square table in the corner, was lying on her stomach at this time, a drunken young woman, wearing a camel-colored shirt, a slender figure, and delicate facial features. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info It's just that at this moment, his brows are tightened, he is looking up to drink, and he mutters to himself, this woman is actually Feng Qianqian.

Feng Qianqian received a flying pigeon message from her stepmother, asking her to return to destroy Jade City as soon as possible. So, before Feng Qianqian had time to say goodbye to Liu Xufei, she left the meditation nunnery. Since she was a child, Feng Qianqian was controlled by the silver-faced Qin Ye because she ate poison, and she worked hard to kill Di Niang. And Changyu Villa, the owner Yu Haokun detoxified Feng Qianqian, and Feng Qianqian no longer needed to be controlled by the Diniang, but for some reason, Feng Qianqian felt uncomfortable.

In the past ten years, Feng Qianqian's life has been closely linked to the destruction of Jade City, she is used to this kind of life of being controlled to kill people and complete tasks, and at this moment, she is a little unaccustomed. When she saw the flying pigeon passing the book, Feng Qianqian could throw away the letter and no longer listen to any orders from the Diniang, but for some reason, her heart was still habitually tight, and she couldn't wait to open the "life-seeking" letter.

Feng Qianqian thought that her poison was cured, but she still felt that she couldn't escape this ruined jade city, maybe this was fate. She also wanted to go back to destroy Jade City, because after all, it was the place where she grew up, and the people who cared about her, Yang Soul, the people who hurt her, asked for her life, and the companions who grew up together, and the female disciples who destroyed Jade City.

At this time, Feng Qianqian's face was already red, his eyes were foggy, and he muttered and sneered: "It's really ironic, my Feng Qianqian's rotten life for more than ten years has finally been liberated, but there is no joy in my heart...... Should I be controlled by poison, and I should live under the control of my mother and Qin Ye......"

Suddenly, with a sound of "pop!", Feng Qianqian threw the empty wine jug on the ground, stood up, and shouted, "Where are you my mother...... You simply don't deserve ......."

The guests on the side jumped up in fright, were furious, pointed at Feng Qianqian and shouted: "Stinky girl, what are you doing? Your altar has smashed Lao Tzu, hurry up and apologize to Lao Tzu." "These are two middle-aged men in their thirties with scars on their faces, burly figures, full lips and beards, and a large knife pinned to their waists, and the person who spoke was an older one.

Another younger man looked at Feng Qianqian, who was in good shape, with squinted eyes, and whispered in the ear of the older man: "Big brother, this girl has two points of beauty, it is better to ......" The following words were very light, but from his glowing eyes, there was a strong lust.

The two men crossed their arms and looked at Feng Qianqian, who was thinly dressed and had a bumpy figure, with interest. The older man grabbed Feng Qianqian's wrist and said, "Let's go, don't make trouble, go home with Lao Tzu." As he spoke, he pulled her into his arms with a hard pull. The strength is not weak, so that Feng Qianqian can't break free.

The old man's body was full of a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, lingering in Feng Qianqian's snort, she was unconscious, her steps were disrupted, her eyes looked at the man in confusion, and then realized that it was a stranger, so she wanted to break away, and said in her mouth: "You...... You're a bad person, let go of this girl......"

The older man quietly pulled out the big knife at his waist, the blade was across Feng Qianqian's waist, the man's eyes were full of fierce light, and he said viciously: "Be honest, go with Lao Tzu, otherwise you will ......"

"Rascal, let me go......" Feng Qianqian pushed his hands away, and he was weak, and before he finished speaking, he was covered by the older man with his hand, "Hmm!" The older man hugged Feng Qianqian, and the younger man covered beside him, and the three of them wanted to walk out of the inn.

The inn is not big, and there are not many guests, and the store is busy with its own, because Feng Qianqian is sitting in the corner, and is held hostage by two men, and no one cares too much, and some guests see it, thinking that Feng Qianqian is in a group with them. Just drunk and in a little fuss.

"Let her go!" Suddenly, two people walked out of the corridor in the corner, a middle-aged man and a middle-aged woman. This man is quite thin, slender as a rod, with phoenix eyes, a meat cleaver hanging from his waist, about forty years old, and he is actually Zhong Wuji, a subordinate of the silver-faced Qin Ye. The gorgeous and charitable middle-aged woman beside him turned out to be Zhang Qiurong, and the person who spoke was Zhong Wuji.

In the meditation nunnery, Zhong Wuji received a reply from Qin Ye and escorted Zhang Qiurong back to the general's mansion. Therefore, after the two of them left, they rested at this Jiahe Inn, but unexpectedly, they met Feng Qianqian here. Along the way, after eating the prescription prescribed by Liu Xufei, Zhang Qiurong was a little sober, and when he saw Feng Qianqian who was drinking, he immediately recognized her, who was the girl who pretended to be her daughter in the meditation nunnery to make her happy. And at this moment, seeing that Feng Qianqian was being molested by two men, Zhang Qiurong asked Zhong Wuji to come forward to save her.

Seeing Zhang Qiurong, Feng Qianqian was stunned, stretched out her hand to her, and shouted in panic: "Mrs. Qiu, save me......"

Zhong Wuji said in a cold voice again: "If you want to live, let go of this girl immediately!" He stared at the two men with sharp eyes. The man didn't feel his hairs stand up, and said in a trembling voice: "Could it be Your Excellency...... Your Excellency is the bell of the four ghosts...... Zhong Wuji......"

Zhong Wuji glanced at the man, and said coldly: "I know that I don't want to get out of here, do you want the old man to give you a ride?"

"Don't dare, misunderstand, misunderstand!" The older man immediately pushed Feng Qianqian to Zhang Qiurong, and also blocked her body between himself and Zhong Wuji, so as to prevent Zhong Wuji from making a knife. Soon, the two men crawled out of the inn in a panic as if they had seen a ghost.

"Child, how are you?" Zhang Qiurong hugged Feng Qianqian in his arms and called softly, Feng Qianqian smiled at her and said, "Mrs. Qiu, I didn't expect you to save Qianqian, you are so good...... Uhh

"Hey, Feng Qianqian, you are not allowed to be disrespectful to my wife!" Zhong Wuji stretched out his hand to push Feng Qianqian's body, Zhang Qiurong said: "Okay Wuji, in the meditation nunnery, Miss Liu's children take good care of me, Qianqian, this child is pitiful, you don't blame her anymore." Help me help her into my room and ask the store for some hot water. ”

"Yes, madam!" Zhong Wuji bowed in response and helped Feng Qianqian to Zhang Qiurong's room. On the way, looking at the unconscious Feng Qianqian, a trace of doubt and vigilance flashed in Zhong Wuji's sharp eyes.

Zhong Wuji secretly thought: "Feng Qianqian is Qin Ye's pawn, a killer controlled by poison, a dark person unknown to the people in the rivers and lakes, Madame is in the Meditation Nunnery, and she appears in the Meditation Nunnery." Madame arrived at the Jiahe Inn, and she also came to the Jiahe Inn, is all this a coincidence or intentional? It seems that for the sake of Madame's safety, it is necessary for me to keep an eye on her carefully. ”

"Mother...... Qianqian is afraid, don't leave Qianqian......" Feng Qianqian's eyes were closed, she vomited in front of her clothes, the smell was choking, her body was weak, her steps were unsteady, she leaned on Zhang Qiurong, her mouth was confused, but her right hand was holding Zhang Qiurong's sleeve.

Zhang Qiurong sighed, clenched Feng Qianqian's slender hand, and choked up: "This kid ...... It's so pitiful......" She looked at the sky and muttered to herself, "God, if my Ling'er were still alive, it would be her size, right?" )