Fu Ranjiu slapped the gavel tree loudly and glared angrily. He pointed viciously at the arrogant group of people in the hall.
"Are you going to openly rebel?"
Fu Ranjiu has been in the officialdom for most of his life, and he has become a veteran. What he believes in most is to be wise and protect yourself.
However, everything was out of control today. He was hesitant and swaying, shrinking in fear.
However, the Protectorate Army pressed forward step by step and ignored him repeatedly, finally irritating him.
So, he became completely angry, quite completely.
Fu Ranjiu's face was tense and his eyes were red. He stretched out a trembling finger and pointed at Duanmuyan and others: "Hit me, take it down, take it down!"
The government officials looked at each other, they are the army! We are just government officials!
How to take it off? Use your mouth?
Zhong Si raised his eyes coldly: "Come on, whoever you are afraid of is your grandson!"
Su Wen silently took out the silver needle and wiped it.
Shi Feifei giggled: "Since ancient times, people with two official characters have to come in if you don't have money or power. Dali Temple is such a good place. Ordinary people will die even if they complain about it."
"you you!"
Fu Ranjiu's face turned pale and his fingers were trembling more and more.
Are you making a complaint like this? Doesn’t your conscience hurt when you say this?
Bailiyuan placed the tea cup heavily on the table, his expression showing murderous intent: "Be bold and bold! You deserve to die!"
He looked at Lin Zhi faintly: "What do you think, Sect Master Lin?"
"you are right."
Lin Zhi slowly raised his eyes, no longer as aloof as before.
He slowly put down the tea cup and pressed the corners of his lips with a snow-white handkerchief: "It's really presumptuous."
Bailiyuan frowned, you finally couldn't bear it anymore! Very good!
As long as you dare to take action, don't even think about escaping unscathed today.
"Come here." Lin Zhi waved his hand slightly: "Go and help Mr. Fu."
"yes!"
Before the thunderous and uniform sounds could reach the ground, the entire Dali Temple lobby was shrouded in boundless shadow.
Suddenly a dark cloud came, stirring up a bloody storm.
Everyone just blinked and saw that the entire court was surrounded by men in black clothes and ghost faces.
What is most frightening is that the people in Hanmen Lane who are calling their fathers and mothers in the court are also surrounded by ghost guards at the same time. The soul-binding ropes are clanging, and the heart-breaking swords are grabbing people's ears and eyes, and the oil can't be poured in.
The ghost guards stood with their backs to the people of Hanmen Alley, and pointed their sharp and cold sword tips toward the outside. The other people who were watching the show were so frightened that they all retreated, and a large circle of several feet in radius was instantly opened.
"This this."
Fu Ranjiu spoke slowly, knowing that things had already gotten out of his control at this stage. He could only peek at Bailiyuan and ask for help in embarrassment.
"It turns out that Sect Master Lin and these unruly thugs are accomplices."
Bailiyuan's voice was as cold as ice, as if he was extremely angry. But there was clearly an unconcealable pleasure in his eyes: "No wonder they are so arrogant!"
Lin Zhi, you finally took action! Very good!!
"Master Fu..."
"I'm afraid the regent has misunderstood."
Bailiyuan just opened his mouth, but his passionate and impassioned voice was interrupted by Lin Zhi. The surging air flow couldn't escape, it was all stuck in his throat, and his chest hurt from the suffocation.
He frowned and looked at Lin Zhi coldly.
Lin Zhi seemed to be aware of it, and slowly raised his eyes, cold and indifferent. The depths of his eyes were as deep as the dark night, calm and calm.
"I have ordered the ghost guards to capture the unruly people who are disturbing the court. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to escape."
He raised the corners of his lips slightly, and a faint smile curled up on his cheeks, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
"Master Fu."
His voice was low, melodious and magnetic: "You can rest assured and continue with the trial."
He raised his eyebrows, "I am devoted to the people, so you don't need to be grateful."
