"It was he who kept the beast alive. ”

Yang Jian's eyebrows were much colder, and even the tone of his voice was extremely indifferent.

"What, hate her for killing Su Daji?" shook the teacup in his hand without worry, and the expression of watching the play gradually revealed.

"If it weren't for her...... How could Su Daji die!" Yang Jian clenched his fists, eager to immediately peel off Ah Luan's skin, so that it would never be able to live forever!

He snorted coldly and slammed the teacup on the table.

"If it weren't for Nuwa secretly instructing the fox demon to confuse Di Xin, Su Daji wouldn't have died!"

“......”

Yang Jian was silent and unable to answer.

"If Nadisin had not written a poem, there would have been no aftermath...... It's a pity that there is no if! Everything is providential, no one can complain about anyone, grievances and grievances have never been clear, so why bother to cocoon yourself? Zhenjun is a smart person, and there is no need to be the main way, you know it yourself!"

Looking at Yang Jian's unique sense of nobility and nobility, he felt a little disdainful. Ah Luan made a big mistake, wasn't it also by the will of the gods?

As for the later sword going sideways, didn't the life of the mustard man also successfully complete the task? Yin Shang was indeed destroyed, and it was a merit and demerit to offset it, but in the end, he ended up with all his consciousness ruined and his bones scattered.

And those Xiqi soldiers who conquered Yin Shang were not full of blood debts and held hundreds of souls, but they were enshrined as gods and entered the heavenly realm, and since then they have lived forever, full of glory, and admired by all generations.

The winner is king, and the loser is the villain, which is a little ridiculous.

"Yang Jian knows. ”

Yang Jian's eyes extinguished anger, his eyes sank, and he sighed deeply.

I don't know if he really understands, but it doesn't matter to her anymore, after talking so much, it's time for her to do something serious.

"The owner of this shop is also short of storytelling today, why don't you change to Zhenjun to tell a story?"

A story, a dream, a jug of wine......

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth chuckled, "The owner is really smart, and he knows at a glance that I am your guest." ”

Neither carefree just smiling and drinking tea.

"The story starts before she enters the song...... "The corners of Yang Jian's eyes rippled with memories.

......

......

At that time, Yang Jian, who was young and didn't know the height of the sky, just wanted to go outside, packed his bags and went to a distant place. But the world is so big, and the people I met were all kinds of people, but I suffered a lot of losses.

The entanglement on his body had long been exhausted, and he was hungry when he passed through Jizhou, so he entered an inn, sat down on the soft seat, gasped, called Xiao Er, ordered a table of signature dishes in the store, and let Xiao Er serve a pot of good wine.

He gulped it down, and before he could chew it, he rolled the food into his stomach, looking terrible.

The shopkeeper was a clear-eyed person, looking at Yang Jian's clothes sewn from coarse needles and linen, his messy hair was still mixed with a few dead leaves, and his face was also stained with a lot of dust.

In an instant, he had a bottom in his heart, this person estimated that he was here to eat the overlord's meal! He wiped the beard on his lips twice, snorted coldly, and walked towards Yang Jian with the shelf.

"I wonder if the dishes in the small shop are to my child's liking?" asked the shopkeeper in a treacherous tone.

"Good...... Good...... Very good, very good!" Yang Jian was still chattering, not noticing the abnormality of the store at all.

"It's just that the store has the rules of the store, where you have to pay the deposit first, just my new little two are not sensible, did not explain the rules of the store with the son, and ask the son to forgive me, and make up the deposit, a total of five dollars. ”

When it comes to property, the attitude of the shopkeeper has changed a lot, although he is well-informed, but it is inevitable that there will be dazzling times, in case the seemingly poor son in front of him is really a famous family, it is not a good thing to accidentally offend.

Five Knife ......

Yang Jian was so frightened that he choked, coughed violently, drank a bowl of wine, and recovered after a while.

Where does Yang Jian still have money, he is really helpless to enter this store, if he is not desperate, he will not do such a shameless thing! But now it is not a matter of the length of this character, the important thing is how to escape from the hands of this shopkeeper!

The shopkeeper saw that he kept his head down, did not speak, and did not mean to take out the deposit from his pocket. The shopkeeper has already determined that Yang Jian is a white prostitute.

"Childe, I'm not a good shop!" the shopkeeper puffed up his round belly and rolled up his sleeves.

"The shopkeeper's ...... I ......"

Before Yang Jian finished speaking, a group of people came to surround Yang Jian, those people were bare-chested and bare-backed, with a black headscarf tied on the top of their heads, and their faces were extremely fierce, Yang Jian glanced at it, and his crossed legs couldn't help but tremble, and his throat was constantly choked.

Before Yang Jian could react, he was thrown out of the store by the rough man who was the leader, and the food he had just swallowed was vomited all over the ground.

"Hmph...... Boy, just rely on your poor ghost appearance and dare to come to eat and drink?Come on, beat me to death!" The shopkeeper stood at the door of the store with his waist propped up, and spat at Yang Jian.

Then the bunch of rough men surrounded Yang Jian again, and after a burst of punches and kicks, Yang Jian shrank into a ball, his nose was already blue and his face was swollen, and he vomited red all over the ground, at that moment...... He really felt like he was going to die. The light and shadow in front of me gradually faded, leaving only a pale, and the wounds no longer felt painful, becoming numb and drowsy.

"Stop!"

Yang Jian faintly heard a woman's voice, and the group of rough men stopped and left. Yang Jian looked at the voice with chaotic eyes, it was actually a man!

I saw that the man was of average stature, not tall, but his eyebrows were clear, and the pear vortex at the corner of his lips was slightly rippling...... Yang Jian remembered the voice of the woman, could it be that this son was played by a woman?

"Shopkeeper, this son may have encountered some difficulties, if it is not a last resort, he will not make this decision, and I hope that the shopkeeper will raise his noble hand and leave this son a way to live?"

The man said very politely, and then asked the boy behind him to take some money and hand it over to the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper stopped.

Then Huang gave Miss Su this face, and let this person go. The shopkeeper shook the money bag in his hand and swaggered back to the store with satisfaction.

When the crowd dispersed, Yang Jian barely stood up, and when he raised his eyes, he met the pair of crystal clear eyes, and when he smiled, there were ripples of Yang Jian's thousands of years.

"This is what my son-in-law gave you, and my son-in-law said that even if you are in a desperate situation, you can't forget the scale in your heart. The little boy behind him walked up to Yang Jian, put a small bag of money in Yang Jian's hand, and turned to leave.

Yang Jian looked at the money bag in his hand and thought for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't trace the woman's figure anymore.