Lin Wuhu frowned, and now he understood Ji Zhi's intention, his face couldn't help but show a bit of unbearability, and he motioned forward to indicate that Ji Zhi didn't need to make such an apology again.
"Master Ji, Miss Jin can't blame you for anything, so get up quickly."
Ji Zhi remained unmoved and stared at the door, waiting for Lin Liyun to appear.
Lin Wuhu sighed helplessly and said frankly: "The young master went to Fulin Town earlier and is not at the house at this time. Master Ji, please rest in the back room for a while and deal with the injury."
Ji Zhi raised his eyebrows but still did not move, "Then I will wait here for Brother Liyun to arrive!"
Finally, he asked again: "Brother Liyun, does he already know about Miss Jin?"
Lin Wuhu shook his head and said unbearably: "Master Ji, please get up first. People can't be resurrected after death. Besides, I can't blame you for that. Even if the young master knew about it, he would definitely not blame him. Please treat your injuries first before kneeling down."
If you go down, you will inevitably lose too much blood."
When Ji Zhi heard this, his face became a little darker, and he shook his head and said: "Compared to a life, this point of mine is nothing. As a man, integrity comes first. Ji Zhi feels guilty for not taking care of his brother Liyun's parting instructions."
Dear relatives, today, Ji Zhi’s life will be returned to Brother Liyun!”
Lin Wuhu sighed with emotion, "Master Ji, why are you doing this?"
When the maids and servants who knew about it saw Ji Zhi's loyalty, some respect and sympathy appeared on their faces.
Seeing that Lin Wuhu couldn't persuade Ji Zhi, he could only call a follower to secretly inform the Ji family, hoping that the Ji family would send someone over early to pick him up before Ji Zhi could no longer hold on. Otherwise, Ji Zhi would be killed.
If something happens to Zhi here and the Ji family becomes angry with the Lin family, the Lin family will not be able to bear it no matter what.
…
Near dawn, Fulin Town is located.
In a bun shop along the street, a plain-looking middle-aged woman in her forties was busy packing various breakfast items. The bib tied in front of her was full of white spots left by mixed flour. Although the woman was working hard,
But the face that still retains charm shows a bit of elegance and calmness.
It is said that when it is still dark, the steamed buns and snacks have not been completely steamed, and the breakfast diners have not yet gotten up, but in this small steamed bun shop, a middle-aged man has already sat down.
The man was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a similarly simple blue embroidered robe with a blue and white ribbon tied around his waist. His hair was tied up in a crown, his face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were as dark as willows, and he held a silver-white folding fan in his hand.
He looks like a gentle and elegant Confucian scholar.
Such characters usually appear in arty Poetry Club restaurants, especially the Fireworks and Dance Hall. Suddenly appearing in this barren breakfast shop, one can't help but feel a little out of place with the surroundings.
Bang~
The sound of the steamer drawer falling to the ground suddenly came out.
The beautiful woman was distracted, hurt by the heat of the freshly baked buns, and accidentally slipped the drawer in her hand.
When the Confucian scholar who was sitting leisurely on one side saw this, he immediately stood up and walked quickly towards the beautiful woman, with a look of nervousness and concern on his face.
At the same moment, a middle-aged man appeared on the other side of the bun shop. The man's face was gloomy, and his brows were full of evil spirits.
It was precisely this person's sudden appearance that caused the calm and beautiful woman to lose her mind for a moment.
"Lin Baijian! What are you doing here?"
The middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian scholar also noticed the person coming from the other side, and subconsciously moved forward to protect the beautiful woman behind him.
"Second brother! We haven't seen each other for a long time, why are we so alienated!"
Lin Baijian snorted jokingly and walked slowly towards the beautiful woman.
And the second brother he mentioned was exactly Lin Bairu, the second head of the Lin family, and the second uncle who Lin Xiaojin said had never practiced martial arts.
"what are you up to!?"
Lin Bairu looked at Lin Baijian walking towards him with fear and fear. Feeling the playful smile on the latter's face and the faintly lewd attitude, he angrily shouted: "Lin Baijian! Don't forget that I am your second brother after all.
!”
"Ha~" Lin Baijian sneered, and then lightly clapped his hand.
Bang~
Lin Bairu's whole body flew out in an instant, causing all the tables and chairs on one side to collapse. His old face was burning and painful, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His appearance was in a mess, and there was no trace of the previous elegance.
"What on earth are you going to do!?"
Lin Bairu spat out the blood foam in his mouth, tried to get up, and angrily yelled at Lin Baijian. Seeing that the latter was still walking towards the beautiful woman calmly, Lin Bairu finally looked panicked, and regardless of his injuries, he rushed towards Lin Baijian again.
past.
At the same time, he shouted to the beautiful woman on one side: "Amei, go quickly!"
However, how could he, a Confucian scholar with no strength, stop Lin Baijian, who was in the Heavenly Soul Realm?
boom!
Lin Baijian gave Lin Bajian another casual slap and easily knocked Lin Bairu away again.
Mei Qiumeng looked at Lin Baijian, who was pressing closer and closer, with endless panic in her eyes, but she did not obey Lin Baijian's words and flee, but gritted her teeth and roared: "Haven't the Lin family forced me hard enough over the years?
What else are you going to do?”
Lin Baijian sneered, completely unmoved. Feeling Lin Bairu on one side who was about to get up, an invisible aura suddenly oppressed him.
Lin Bairu couldn't bear the strength and groaned. His hand holding the ground softened and he collapsed to the ground, as if someone had stepped on the soles of his feet.
Anger, unwillingness, resentment...
For a moment, various emotions emerged in Lin Baijian's mind, and veins popped up on his forehead. He tried his best to resist Lin Baijian's oppression, but to no avail.
At this moment, Lin Bairu felt even more desperate and powerless than when he witnessed Mei Qiumeng getting married more than ten years ago!
Seeing Lin Baijian approaching Mei Qiumeng step by step, Lin Bairu's eyes dimmed, filled with deathly silence.
Lin Baijian stood in front of Mei Qiumeng, raised his hand to lift the latter's chin arrogantly, looked at her from side to side, and said playfully: "Young lady, your charm is still there, it would be a pity to kill her like this!"
When Lin Bairu saw this, he was horrified and reprimanded: "Lin Baijian, you beast, let go of Amei, if you have anything to do with me, come at me!"
Lin Baijian laughed coldly, turned around and clasped Mei Qiumeng's neck, and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the widow. I'm here for you. If you follow my wishes and keep her safe, Ruruo
Otherwise, it would be a different kind of scenery for such a beautiful woman to be thrown into the streets and alleys among the gangsters."
Hearing this, Lin Bairu mistakenly thought that Lin Baijian was worried that he would compete for the position of the head of the family, and immediately said: "Since I have declared that I will not compete with you for the position of the head of the family, I will never have such an idea again in this life. Are you really going to do something so cruel?"
, must we kill them all?"
As he spoke, he glanced at Mei Qiumeng, who was being held captive, with reluctance and fascination in his eyes.
"Let Amei go, and I will kill myself in front of you immediately to put your worries to rest!"