Before Ye Fuxun could finish speaking, Li Wangxiao turned around and said, "I don't want to hear your excuse."
"Let me tell you..." Ye Fuxun looked at Li Wangxiao and said, "We have saved your life anyway. It's okay if you don't thank us. Why are you so hostile to us?"
As if he had heard some big joke, Li Wangxiao laughed loudly, with a face full of sarcasm: "Save my life? If it weren't for you high-ranking officials.
You came up with these tricks like Shura Field and asked us, those of humble birth, to fight for your amusement. How could I become like this?"
His rough hands touched his face, and the tentacles didn't look like skin at all, but rather like touching an iron tool, cold and hard.
Yan Feiru suddenly said: "Where did you get the iron piece on your face?"
Li Wangxiao snorted coldly: "When I was a child, my face was cut open and iron pieces were put in. From then on, I became like this, neither human nor ghost."
Ye Fuxun looked at Li Wangxiao and said, "Your injuries are a bit serious. You should recover for a few more days."
Hearing this, Li Wangxiao stood up from the bed with disgust on his face: "No need, staying in the same place with you accomplices makes me sick."
With that said, Ye Fuxun walked out without waiting for Yan Feiru to speak.
Ye Fuxun was a little irritated and scratched his hair: "Why doesn't this person listen to what others say? I'm not a high-ranking official, so I just let him go?"
Yan Feiru shrugged: "Otherwise, just leave if you want and let him be. His self-healing ability is very strong. I detoxified him and he will be fine in a few days."
Ye Fuxun was stunned: "What is the origin of the iron fragment on his face?"
Yan Feiru said: "It's not certain yet."
"There are things you can't figure out."
Yan Feiru glanced at Ye Fulun: "I'm not a god, of course there are things beyond my knowledge."
In the mountain behind Jia Mansion, there are shadows of pine trees in the forest, and a figure is as graceful as a dragon and as graceful as a mighty giant. Meng Chenren held a branch in his hand, but it was danced by him like a magic weapon, and his movements were extremely swift.
As soon as his feet landed on the ground, his internal force shook the leaves on the ground into the air. Meng Chenren jumped over the branches and jumped up. The leaves were pierced by the sword energy at the same time, and the next moment they were attached to the tree trunk not far away.
superior.
Meng Chenren threw the branch casually, and the leaves fell down again.
In the past few days, Meng Chenren secretly inquired about the news about Li Wangxiao. For some reason, Li Wangxiao's whereabouts had disappeared. No one from the Jia Mansion had captured Li Wangxiao, nor did he know where he was.
A burst of applause sounded not far away, interrupting Meng Chenren's thoughts.
I saw Jia Yuansi pushing the wheelchair and slowly walked up to Meng Chenren: "You are the most qualified fighter I have ever seen. Who else is better than you as Xi Shura?"
Meng Chenren didn't take Jia Yuansi's compliment seriously and said with a cold face: "When can I meet the buyer of Shura Field?"
The iron mask covered Meng Chenren's face, blocking his expression as well.
Jia Yuansi waved his hand and said: "I have already made arrangements for you. Many people have also inquired with me. The young marquis of Wang Yunyi's family, King Xiaoyao, and the young master of Song Xiang's family are all interested in you."
Just as he was talking, Zhao Zhenyang rushed over, but did not get close. Instead, he said from a distance: "Master, Mr. Song is here to visit. Please wait in the main hall."
Jia Yuansi sighed, looked at Meng Chenren and said: "You see, I'm probably here to buy you. Alas... this Mr. Song is really an impatient person. Ce Chi, you continue to practice while I go to meet Mr. Song.
"
Meng Chenren nodded silently, turned around and jumped into the forest.
"Let's go." Jia Yuansi waved behind him. Zhao Zhenyang came from behind and pushed the wheelchair away.
In the darkness, a line of sight followed their backs closely. After they left, the man followed them.
In the main hall of Jia Mansion, Song Juming was sitting on a chair. After sitting for a long time, no one came. He was already impatient and said to the boy beside him: "Where is your master? Why hasn't he come for so long?
It doesn’t take me this long to walk around the Prime Minister’s Mansion. Is your Jia’s Mansion bigger than the Prime Minister’s Mansion?”
The young man had never received such a difficult master. He was dissatisfied but did not dare to reply, so he had to say quickly: "Mr. Song, calm down, calm down. It is not convenient for my master to move. He should be here soon. Mr. Song, please wait."
Song Juming seemed to have just remembered it. He patted his head and said, "It's true, I almost forgot. Please hurry up and remind me!"
"Yes, yes!"
The young man was about to leave as if he had received an amnesty. When he turned around, he heard the sound of "Gulu". It was Zhao Zhenyang who pushed Jia Yuansi's wheelchair into the main hall. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and saluted: "Master."
Jia Yuansi waved his hand and signaled the boy to go down, then smiled at Song Juming and said, "Young Master Song, you are doing well recently."
Song Juming waved his fan impatiently: "Young Master, I am very kind. How is the matter I told you before?"
Jia Yuansi smiled humbly and said: "Young Master Song is here by chance. When you came, Cao Min was talking to Ce Chi about your intention to buy him, and was preparing to negotiate with him on behalf of Mr. Song."
Song Juming's eyes lit up: "What, what did he say!"
Jia Yuansi turned his back to Song Juming and rolled his eyes: "Ce Chi said that he still needs some time to think about it. In fact, Mr. Song, you have other competitors who also offer generous rewards, such as Tuoba Yuanbai
Lord Marquis."
Song Juming put away his fan and said with wide eyes: "This stinky Yuan Bai! He actually robbed the person I like, and you have to rob me too!"
But no matter what Ce Chi said, he was the one who defeated Li Wangxiao, and he would definitely be happy if he bought Hong Yu.
Afterwards, Song Juming stepped forward, stared at Jia Yuansi and said: "Anyway, I don't care, you can convince Ce Chi for me that no matter what conditions he wants, and he can live in the Prime Minister's Mansion, I will give him absolutely
His freedom will never restrict his whereabouts!"
Jia Yuansi retreated a bit, leaning on the back of his wheelchair with a look of horror on his face: "Mr. Song, please calm down and don't get so close. This is not a problem. The main thing is..."
Before he finished speaking, a cold voice came from outside the door: "No need to say anything, I agree."
Ce Chi, who was dressed in plain clothes, slowly walked in from the door, his head drooping slightly, his face covered by a mask, and his eyes were hidden in the shadows.
Jia Yuansi suddenly looked at Ce Chi: "Ce Chi, you!"
However, his words were interrupted again. Song Juming stepped forward, looked at Ce Chi, and said with a smile: "Very good, you agree."
Ce Chi looked at the young man in front of him, frowned slightly and said, "But I have one condition."
The corners of Song Juming's lips raised: "You can make whatever conditions you want."
Ce Chi thought about the woman whose smile was like a poppy flower, but there was only overwhelming hatred in his heart.
According to the few words he heard, this woman was probably related to the royal family of Cangzhou.