Chapter 22 Turns out to be the devil "The most useless thing about a man is not that he can't defeat others, but that he has to find someone to support him after he fails to defeat him. It's such a waste of time for such a man to be in the world," Jing Yirong said disdainfully, then
Then he turned to Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "The methods you just mentioned are too light. They are not like my disciples at all."
"Then what are you going to do, master?" Nalan Zhijin asked.
Jing Yirong smiled and said, "Memorize the rules once."
"If someone slaps you, you must give him a knife in return." Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin carried the words on their backs.
All the people watching the excitement couldn't help but let out a long sigh, this heroic man could be so cruel.
Jing Yirong looked at the two of them, "It seems that you can only memorize but not practice. I will tell you how to deal with this man." After saying that, Jing Yirong suddenly stood up and kicked the man down, and picked up the man behind him.
The bench hit the man's feet hard and hit him.
"Ah." The man's brutal roar sounded in the Xiuxiang Pavilion hall, and everyone looked at the man with cold eyes in horror.
Jing Yirong stepped on the man's leg and looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "The best way is to break his legs so that he can never lift up his legs to kick a woman."
"Master, you are doing this to avoid being too cruel. How are you any different from this man?" Yang Feng couldn't help but say.
Jing Yirong turned around, "Who are you?"
"My name is Mu Yifeng," Yang Feng said with both hands as a sign of courtesy. Mu Yifeng was the name he used to avoid revealing his identity.
"Mind your own business," Jing Yirong glanced sideways at Yang Feng and then looked at Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin, "Today I will teach you four words. The first sentence: The most noble person in the world is not the prince, but the person who earns his own living.
; Second sentence: The most despicable person is not a woman, but a man who beats a woman. Even if the king beats a prostitute who has no strength to fight, that is despicable; Third sentence: In the most humiliating situation, only
One way out is to live, survive and then kill all the people who have humiliated you; the fourth sentence: You are nothing."
Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin listened silently. Maybe they don't understand it at all now, but it will be useful to them throughout their lives.
After hearing Jing Yirong's words, Yang Feng couldn't help but look at her with admiration, but seeing that he didn't even pay attention to her, he looked at the man holding his legs and panting before he spoke again.
"Mr. Mu," Xiao Yan suddenly said, "I advise Mr. Mu not to meddle in other people's business. My master has his own rules for doing things. If he talks too much, I'm afraid he will anger my master and cause trouble that he shouldn't cause."
Xiao Yan felt that Mu Yifeng grabbed the table with her, which also showed that he was a just person and did not want him to get into trouble.
Yang Feng looked at Xiao Yan, his sincere eyes actually made him have no intention of refuting. If he heard correctly that his last name was Xiao, he had never seen a man whose eyes were as bright and beautiful as the crescent moon.
"Xiao Yan, let's go." Jing Yirong said coldly, interrupting Xiao Yan and Yang Feng's gaze. She looked away and suddenly felt that she had lost her composure, so she immediately walked towards Jing Yirong.
When Jing Yirong went out, he saw Siniang, the manager of Xiuxiang Pavilion, and casually threw her a piece of gold, "You were so smart and loaned this place out for a while. This is your reward."
"Thank you, Master." Siniang smiled and tried to think about how the world-famous Xiuxiang Pavilion could allow a rude man to cause trouble. The only explanation was of course that Siniang was smart enough.
Jing Yirong and his entourage walked out of Xiuxiang Pavilion in a grand manner, but felt a gaze behind them. Jing Yirong turned around and raised his head to meet the smiling eyes of Yu Yingxuan. He stood on the second floor where they were sitting just now.
With one hand behind his back, he smiled lightly as if he had seen everything that happened just now. As for the person standing behind him, it was the dancer Zi Mo who performed on Ri Xinyu's birthday.
He withdrew his gaze and frowned. What did he mean by not showing up after looking at him for so long? Not to mention Zi Mo behind him. Isn't Zi Mo the Prime Minister's person? How come he is standing so close to Yu Yingxuan?
Together?
"Master, there is someone behind you." Xiao Yan interrupted Jing Yirong's thinking with a serious look.
Jing Yirong opened the curtain on the carriage, and sure enough, a black figure stood on the top of the tree. As the carriage moved forward, his figure kept changing forward. Instead of walking with ease, he changed directly from the top of a tree to the top of a tree.
On the top of another tree, the one who can use this kind of illusion doesn't need to be thought about to know who it is.
Suddenly the figure disappeared, the horse in front of the carriage suddenly barked wildly, and the bodies of several people in the carriage were tilted and their faces were solemn.
The groom held the stiff rope hard and tried his best to calm the horse. However, when the horse calmed down, he found a dark shadow standing in front of the carriage and shouted, "Who are you?"
The next moment, the black shadow moved in front of the groom, and his body was thrown out before the groom could react.
"Stay inside and don't move. Who dares to come out and try." Jing Yirong said coldly, then walked out of the carriage, looking indifferently at the sinister man in black robes standing in front of him, "I haven't seen you for a while.
I thought you were dead."
"Haha," Ye Xieming raised his head and laughed, "Are you worried about me?"
"You are so sentimental," Jing Yirong replied coldly.
Ye Xieming suppressed a smile, and his deliberately lowered voice sounded eerie in the empty official road, "Don't worry, if I die, I will definitely take you to be buried with me."
"I'm afraid it's just your dream." Jing Yirong retorted bluntly.
"That being said, I'm really curious." As soon as Ye Xieming finished speaking, he attacked Jing Yirong as fast as a gust of wind. Jing Yirong's body immediately became alert and he dodged as quickly as possible.
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The smile in Ye Xieming's eyes deepened, and he chased Jing Yirong relentlessly. Every move was aimed directly at the life gate. Jing Yirong dodged without any carelessness. Ye Xieming's martial arts was definitely against him.
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In the dim night, a cold wind suddenly rose, and in the middle of a forest, two black figures were seen flashing rapidly. It was impossible to tell whether they were playing or fighting, because they were so fast that it was impossible to see their moves.
Only the rustling of the leaves could be heard, and it was not until the branches were cut off by the flying leaves that one could realize how intense the fight between them was, and how one could not get in the way at all.
In the end, Jing Yirong was defeated, with a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, but his face still had that indifferent expression.
Ye Xieming pressed Jing Yirong close to the thick tree trunk, while he pressed tightly against her, wiping the blood from the corners of Jing Yirong's mouth with his slender fingers, and then when he let go of his mouth, his bloodthirsty face showed
It made people feel frightened, and they muttered in a deep voice, "Your blood is really good."
Jing Yirong looked at each other coldly, "One day I will also drink your blood."
"Haha, I really love you more and more." Ye Xieming raised the corners of his mouth, and his silver mask swayed with his smile. He said love in his mouth, but his eyes were like the joy of a hunter when he sees his prey.
Jing Yirong also slowly raised the corners of her lips, "Your appearance has made me somewhat interested in this world."
In the charming pupils, there was actually the surprise of facing the prey on the same level as Ye Xieming.
"I like the interest in me and the fierceness in your eyes," Ye Xieming slowly put his hand on Jing Yirong's tied up hair playfully, "But what I love more is your long hair."
As soon as he finished speaking, the brocade belt was pulled away. His long black hair fell down like a rag, falling on his shoulders and draped around his waist, setting off a charming face that captivated all living beings, making people lose their souls and hearts.
The wind blew gently, and the long hair was blown up. Ye Xieming reached out and held the hair in his hand gently, making people feel no pain. The soft light emitted by the silver mask shone on the hair, reflecting
A strange light appeared.
"You are indeed destined to be my woman." Ye Xieming looked at Jing Yirong and raised her chin, "You know? I like you now better than you before."
"Do you know me before?" Jing Yirong was surprised.
Ye Xieming smiled and said, "How easy it is for me to come and go from the palace of the Underworld, but how difficult it is just to take a look at my woman. But your appearance before was really off-putting to me. You are beautiful but vulnerable. You can't be like that
She is not worthy of being my woman, even if she is destined to be, I will go against the will of God once."
"Destined?" Jing Yirong was completely confused, "What exactly do you mean?"
"Even if the woman I don't like is sent to me by God, I will never accept it." Ye Xieming smiled like a devil, "I wanted to give you a ride so that you could leave early, but who would have thought that you would be in trouble?
The immortal survived, you know, I, Ye Xieming, have never failed in killing people, but you are becoming more and more cute now, so cute that I can't put it down."
"It was you who poisoned me!" Jing Yirong's eyes were cold, and hatred came from the bottom of his heart, "Ye Xieming, you'd better kill me now, otherwise I will kill you sooner or later."
Ye Xieming raised his head and laughed, "Haha, I love your arrogance and cruelty. If I had known that resurrection from the dead could make you look like this, I should have poisoned you."
"You just make me feel sick." Jing Yirong glared at Ye Xieming, and then she realized that Ye Xieming was a devil.
Ye Xieming suppressed a smile and said coldly, "Don't use the word disgusting."
"Do you still have words to be afraid of?" Jing Yirong smiled and spoke slowly, "You are really disgusting."
A chilling air rose from the surrounding area, and Ye Xieming suddenly reached out and squeezed Jing Yirong's neck, "If I kill you once, I can kill you a second time."
"No matter how many times you kill me, you are still disgusting." Jing Yirong said provocatively, deliberately slowing down.
"Let Master go." The voices of Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan Zhijin came from behind. Jing Yirong looked through Ye Xieming's shoulder, Xiao Yan, Nalan Zhenqi, and Nalan Zhijin were all
With angry looks, as if they had touched their most precious person, the three of them stood in the cold wind, their whole bodies ready for battle.
Ye Xieming let go of Jing Yirong and turned around, "Just the three of you want to save people?"