The man in black was concentrating on drawing the knife, even hitting the vase on the head without even the slightest pause. However, he was shocked by the loud shout and hesitated for a moment. After just a moment, he gritted his teeth and stabbed forward.
I'm afraid he didn't know what he was hesitating about at that moment. They were dead soldiers, with the ultimate goal of completing their master's mission. But people's nerves are not completely under their control.
At that moment, he inevitably thought: Is this man a compatriot? He also came across the ocean like us? I wonder if he is a samurai or a ninja like us? If he is a samurai, which general does he belong to?
?Where is your hometown? Could it be my fellow villager? If it is a ninja, which school does it belong to? Could it be my fellow sect?
But it only took a moment for him to react. I have gotten into this. Even if the person in front of me is a fellow countryman or a fellow sect, why don’t I kill him? But just this moment of hesitation changed his mind.
everything.
With a "dang" sound, a crossbow arrow hit the long knife. The long knife was shaken open and passed through Xiao Feng's chest, bringing up a piece of blood. Then another crossbow arrow shot directly at the man in black.
Behind him, the man in black stood up and narrowly avoided it.
The third crossbow arrow was faster and more urgent than the first two. The man in black was in mid-air and could no longer dodge. He could only barely block it with his long knife in the air.
With a "snatch" sound, the crossbow arrow passed through the man in black and penetrated into the table. The man in black fell in mid-air like a stone.
The three men in black outside used desperate fighting methods to entangle their opponents. They were already covered in injuries and could no longer hold on. Seeing that the leader was dead, the three men suddenly put away their swords, shouted at the same time, turned their long swords around, and inserted them into the opponent's body.
into your abdomen.
The besieging Jin Yiwei and Zhan Yu looked up at the roof of the front hall at the same time. Three people were standing on the roof, each holding a crossbow. One of them was wearing a brocade robe and a white robe, showing his dignity without anger.
Yan Shifan was drinking, and Tan Xinren had left. Yan Shifan was very confident in his dead soldiers, so he asked Tan Xinren to go back and prepare to negotiate with Zhang Tianci. By then, Zhang Tianci would know that Tan Xinren was the one who made the move, so
Until then, Tan Xinren can no longer have anything to do with the Yan family.
Before leaving, Tan Xinren said hesitantly that if Zhang Tianci agreed to sell the glutinous rice, Zhang Yunqing would still put it back. Otherwise, Zhang Tianci would definitely fight to the death.
Yan Shifan glanced at him: "Are you worried that I will kill her? Well, why should I kill her? When the matter is over, she will naturally be put back."
Tan Xinren hesitated again and again, but still took the risk and raised his opinion: "Return the completed jade to Zhao?"
Yan Shifan laughed loudly: "I know what you are worried about. Don't worry, all the women who come with me are voluntary. I never force others. If you don't believe it, then forget about it."
Tan Xinren knew that he had stepped on the bottom line. He did not dare to speak anymore and hurriedly left Yan's house.
Yan Shifan stretched his body and reached out to lift the chin of the girl kneeling on the ground: "Tell me, do you like me?"
There was deep fear in the girl's eyes, and she stammered: "I... like it."
Yan Shifan smiled slightly, took out a small box from his arms, took out a yellow pill from it, roughly stuffed it into the girl's mouth, and then poured the wine in his hand directly into the girl's mouth.
The girl's face turned pale due to the wine, and she coughed repeatedly. Yan Shifan pushed her and fell to the ground. The ground was covered with expensive Persian blankets. She was not hurt by the fall, but she couldn't get up.
Her face turned crimson, and she kept panting, like a fish that jumped onto the shore. Her body was twisting on the blanket, her eyes became blurred, and her hands were rubbing her chest involuntarily.
Yan Shifan looked at the girl with satisfaction and reached out to lift her chin again: "Tell me, do you like me?"
The girl looked at Yan Shifan's fat face, with unconcealed ugliness and lust in his single eye, but in her eyes she seemed to see the most handsome and unrestrained man in the world, the girl's dream lover.
She moaned dreamily: "I like you, I like you..."
Yan Shifan raised her chin teasingly: "You have to tell the truth, I never force anyone."
The girl let go of her chest, grabbed Yan Shifan's big hand holding the tip of her chin with her two small hands, and stroked it gently: "I like you, I really like you..."
Only then did Yan Shifan release her chin with satisfaction. He grabbed the collar with both hands and parted it left and right. There was a sound of cracking and the silk was torn, revealing his slightly thin, white shoulders and chest.
Yan Shifan licked his lips and was about to make another move when suddenly the butler's frightened voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, Mr. Lu wants to see you."
Although Yan Shifan's son is not young anymore, because he and Yan Song do not live in a separate house, the housekeeper follows the rules and calls him Young Master and his son Young Master.
Yan Shifan's eyes turned cold, because he heard that the housekeeper did not come alone, but there was the footsteps of another person beside him. Lu Bing followed the housekeeper in directly. This was not a request, but a forced meeting, and he had to meet him.
Even if you don't see it, you can see it.
Lu Bing always smiled at others, and he was rarely so rude. Yan Shifan pondered for a moment and said coldly: "Please come in."
Lu Bing walked into the room and looked at Yan Shifan with a smile. His eyes swept across the room, looking at the naked girl kneeling in front of him like a table, chair, bench, etc., without stopping at all. The housekeeper lowered his head and did not dare
Look, after sending Lu Bing into the house, he quickly lowered his head and left.
Yan Shifan sat down again and picked up a glass of wine: "It's so late, Wenfu came to see me, but he is unbearably lonely? I have told you a long time ago that you don't want to send you a few beauties in the house."
Lu Bing smiled and said, "Raising a beautiful woman is not like raising a dog. She has to be well-dressed and well-fed, and she must be taken care of carefully. My son and I are just bachelors, and we don't even have a female mouse in the house. I can't raise a beautiful woman."
Yan Shifan reached out and touched the shoulder of the girl next to him. The girl leaned softly on his leg and looked up at him longingly. Yan Shifan smiled and said: "I will teach you a way to make it easier for you to raise a beauty than a dog. And you can catch up in the future."
Even if she leaves, she won’t leave.”
Of course Yan Shifan knew that Lu Bing did not come to him to discuss beauties, but he would not speak first if Lu Bing did not.
Lu Bing opened his white robe and took out a long stick wrapped in cloth from underneath. He threw it on the ground. The cloth was pierced, revealing four gleaming knife tips.
Yan Shifan's smile disappeared: "Brother Wenfu came to deliver weapons to me late at night? I'm not very interested in weapons, and I'm not a martial artist."
Lu Bing stared at Yan Shifan: "These dead soldiers are very skilled. If someone raises dead soldiers, they are as good as the four people tonight. If there are 500 people, even the imperial city can be breached."
"
Yan Shifan blinked: "Brother Wenfu, you can't talk nonsense. Are you falsely accusing me of treason?"
Lu Bing shook his head: "You and my brother, how could I think so? Did I say that you raised these dead soldiers?"
Yan Shifan smiled: "Let's not play charades. To tell you the truth, I have several nursing homes. Do you think there are masters everywhere? Not even 10 of this level can be found, let alone 500 people."
But I am helping Tan Xinren catch Zhang Tianci’s daughter, what does this have to do with you? Brother Wenfu and my Yan family have always been on friendly terms, are we going to fall out today?"
His first words were light and breezy, but his last words were as cold as the cold wind. Even the girl who was drunk on the drug shrank involuntarily.
Lu Bing didn't feel anything at all, and poured himself a glass of wine: "We have known each other for so many years, am I that kind of person? I was just worried that Donglou wanted to fall out with me, so I had to come to the door late at night and wanted to ask clearly.
.Lest I die in an unknown way.”
Yan Shifan was stunned: "What do you mean by this? When will I fall out with you?"
Lu Bing took a sip of wine: "If I hadn't arrived in time today, Xiao Feng would have died by one of the swords. The few imperial guards that Shen Lian brought privately were useless, and they didn't get eaten by others.
It can only be considered lucky."
Yan Shifan understood, and he took a sip of wine depressedly: "So, Xiao Feng is also at Zhang Tianci's house? How could it be such a coincidence? You don't think I want to kill him, do you?"
Lu Bing sighed: "It's just because of the coincidence that I didn't dare to judge easily, so I came to ask clearly. If it's just because of Zhang Tianci, then it's a misunderstanding between us this time. Xiao Feng asked Shen Lian privately, but Shen Lian didn't
He reported it to me and went there with a few royal guards who were close to him. When I got the news and arrived, they were almost dead."
Yan Shifan closed his eyes to calm down his anger. When he opened his one eye again, his face was filled with joy: "Brother Wenfu, it was just a misunderstanding. Our agreement is still valid."
Lu Bing nodded, stood up, and then took a look at the girl: "I'm relieved now. It's getting late, so I won't delay the fun in the east building. I'll take my leave."
After Lu Bing walked out of the door, Yan Shifan stood up, took out the longest and sharpest knife from the cloth pocket, and looked at it intently.
The girl staggered to her feet and wanted to throw herself into Yan Shifan's arms like a hungry person rushing to a sweet spring.
Yan Shifan held the knife in his hand and watched the girl rush towards him. He slowly raised the knife and pointed the tip at the girl's soft and white chest.
The girl flinched, but her eyes were filled with confusion and enthusiasm, and she rushed towards the cold tip of the knife like a moth to a flame.