Feng Yiming held the sword tightly and just as he wanted to get up, Lin saw Zhu lifting his foot unintentionally, and stepped on the tip of the sword just right.

“…”

Feng Yiming's heart was blocked, and he gritted his teeth, and could only let go of his sword and stand up.

Lin Jianzhu is becoming more and more annoying!

Feng Yiming had a good relationship with Lin Jianzhu when he was a child, but later Lin Jianzhu was taken by his father and his brother to the battlefield, and he had a layer of gold on the battlefield. When he came back, he went to the mountain and river sacrifice and worshipped the high priest as his teacher.

What credit does he have?

Why!

Feng Yiming, not to mention the opportunity to go to the battlefield, even if he is like a child at home, he is controlled by his father and his sister, and he is not free.

"Bah, Lin Jianzhu, you bastard, you are in love with this devil, do you know? I'm going to ask, your Lin family..."

Lin Jianzhu smiled, swept his legs, kicked the stool, Feng Yiming staggered and sat down: "You..."

Before he could speak, Lin Jianzhu took a bun in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth.

Feng Yiming was even more embarrassed and angry, his face turned red, glared at him, and he tried his best to turn around and complained that he would not have his last name.

Lin Jianzhu held his chin with his hands and smiled and said, "Mo Xiaoqing, nineteen years old, is your favorite sister of Feng Yiming, the confidant of Jin Chengyu, the close friend of the young marquis of Huanghe, Maolin Mountain Huanghe, and the loved one of the third young marquis of Xie in Jiangling County. I won't mention other young masters who are big or small, famous or famous. Anyway, everyone has either power or rich, and there is no ordinary wandering friend."

"What's the matter with Yan Wangchuan? Maybe being good-looking is an advantage, but Miss Mo never looks at people."

Yan Wangchuan suddenly curled the corners of his lips and smiled.

The wind is so angry that it is a puffer fish.

Lin Jianzhu suddenly turned his head and said to the window: "Here you come."

Yan Wangchuan raised his sword and stood up, picked up the table, pushed the fish that he thought was delicious to Lin Jianzhu, and then pushed the wine pot over, then walked out of the food shop with a big stride.

"Fight quickly and be careful not to implicate pedestrians."

Feng Yiming chased Yan Wangchuan and stepped out of the gate in two steps.

He had no intention of mingling with Lin Jianzhu. His biggest purpose was to avenge his elder sister.

As soon as he left the door, Feng Yiming was stunned, his face turned pale little by little, and his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand.

"Qi...Ling!"

Qi Ling, the elder of the Demon Cult, was a wise man, and although he was only a master of the younger generation of the Demon Cult, the imperial court had been suspending the reward orders for him for five years, and the price increased year by year. Now he died 100,000 yuan and lived 200,000 yuan.

Two hundred thousand?

He is also a young man from a noble family after all, but he hasn't seen that much money since he was born for almost twenty years!

This is enough to illustrate the terribleness of Qi Ling.

Feng Yiming was ready to escape. In his eyes, Yan Wangchuan, who was chased by Qi Ling, was naturally dead. He turned around and rushed to Lin Jianzhu, held his arm and pulled it to the back door. Although he hated him, he could have a friendship between the two families, Feng Yiming could not do anything to die.

Qi Ling kills people, but there is no habit of not implicating innocent people.

"Don't stand there, go quickly."

Feng Yiming dragged people while rushing to the shopkeeper of the food shop. The guests said, "Everyone, go quickly, back door, hurry up, hurry up!"

Everyone looked confused, Feng Yiming was so anxious that his head was sweating, but he turned around and was stunned.

Yan Wangchuan had returned to the food shop door for some time and was shaking his cloak on the stone steps.

He threw some small insect corpses and disappeared without knowing where they were gone.

After Yan Wangchuan cleaned up himself, put on his clothes, and walked by Feng Yiming.

Feng Yiming's heart suddenly rose to his throat - he suddenly felt that avenging Qingmei might become a very difficult thing.

He had seen Qi Ling take action back then, and he still remembered that scene and had a nightmare that he had to have for a few nights.

Feng Yiming looked out carefully, and pedestrians pointed around him. Soon, a patrol yamen runner came over and was overjoyed.

"It's him!"

Feng Yiming glared at Yan Wangchuan with a stern look on his face: "Even if I die, I will give Qingmei this anger."

Lin Jianzhu suddenly lowered her face.

He has always been gentle and loves to talk and laugh. He is the most likable among the nobles in the capital, but his face is sharp and strongly oppressed. When Feng Yiming saw it, he couldn't help swallowing back what he wanted to say.

This feeling made Feng Yiming feel a bit like his father and brother.

"As a descendant of the Feng family, you will die in the floating city of my Dashun and at the hands of my Dashun's people?"

Feng Yiming was stunned.

"The Feng family has only heroes who die on the battlefield. Do you want to shame your ancestors?"

Lin Jianzhu pursed her thin lips and said coldly.

Feng Yiming was shocked by him for a moment and could not speak. In a while, Lin Jianzhu and Yan Wangchuan, who had settled the bill, walked along the street, and quickly disappeared into the unique clouds and mist of Fuyou City.

He was stunned for a while, and felt very uncomfortable. He slapped his forehead suddenly, gritted his teeth and chased him out, and chased him on the street to chase Lin Jianzhu and Yan Wangchuan's backs and said angrily: "What does it mean to be shame? We are a man from the martial arts world, and we should protect the weak and be invincible. If I can't even protect my own sister, why should I be a descendant of the Feng family!"

Lin Jianzhu didn't even look back and just smiled bitterly: "It's really unsaved."

(I'm so clear, don't care what kind of person the most beautiful woman in the world, Mo Xiaoqing, is in love with others, and has nothing to do with Yan Wangchuan. This kid is like deaf and can't understand.)

but……

"Why did she cling to you?"

Yan Wangchuan shook his head, paused, but suddenly said, "I am just starting to learn swords, and I am in Mojiazhuang, Jiangling County."

"Mojiazhuang was destroyed five years ago. Now, Mojiabao, Jiangling County, is the brother of Mojiazhuang Zhuangzi in the past... Perhaps everyone in the Mo family thinks I am a traitor."

Yan Wangchuan is not unfamiliar with such things as being taken into custody and deliberately plagiarized.

He has encountered many strange things along the way, but he has long been used to it.

Lin Jianzhu smiled softly: "Well, the Qing Dynasty will be clear. The world is so big, and the time for everyone to get together is short. Don't think about him, let's drink!"

The two of them found a wine shop and drank it again.

After drinking for a while, he came out of the restaurant with his arms around him. After walking two steps, Yan Wangchuan slapped at his feet and lowered his head.

I saw a black, white and yellow puppy hitting his calves and grinning at him.

After baring his teeth for a while, he rushed over and held Yan Wangchuan's trousers' legs in his mouth.

Lin Jianzhu laughed: "It likes you very much."

Suddenly, the image of a round, fat and cute puppy appeared in Yan Wangchuan's mind. After thinking about it, he bent down and picked up the puppy.

Raising a small native dog is actually no trouble.
Chapter completed!