Xiao Fei couldn't bear to listen to it, he had been studying for more than ten years, and this sudden disaster made Yang Fei disfigured his broken hand, how did he spend it, but now he can tell it in such a flat tone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info What other hardships has he experienced? Is all this a coincidence or a conspiracy?

0908 was already crying into tears on the sidelines, which is why he took on this task, he wanted to help these poor people.

His hand was broken, his face was ruined, and he was even penniless, so he could only satisfy his hunger with wild vegetables on the side of the road.

But his face had just been ruined, and he had not been treated, and his wound was inflamed and suppurated, and he was in agony. Fortunately, the capital is not far away, and after dragging his disabled body for two days, he finally walked to the capital.

But his current appearance, ragged clothes, and an extremely ugly scar on his face, where is the porter of the Hu family willing to let him in.

Helpless, Yang Fei had to wait outside the door and waited for several days. finally waited until Hu Yuewen went out, he stopped the sedan chair and finally entered Hu's house.

Who knew that he got a news that shocked him extremely much, Miss Hu was actually married yesterday, and the object of her marriage turned out to be the son of Yang Zhifu, Yang Fei.

So who am I?

Who's impersonating me?

Yang Fei knew that there must be a conspiracy in this, but now that he was disfigured and cut off, what should he do.

After the shock, Yang Fei took out his voucher, a piece of black jade pendant, which was the voucher for his engagement with the Hu family. Even when he was penniless, he didn't pawn it.

Hu Yuewen learned that this was indeed the son of an old friend, and he regretted it in his heart. He hurriedly called a doctor to treat him, and learned that his arm was too badly injured to write. The pain in Yang Fei's heart is indescribable, even if his face is ruined, it can't compare to the pain of losing his arm.

Yang Fei wanted to ask who the person who was pretending to be him was, but Hu Yuewen said that Hu Yingying and her husband had gone out to play and were not at home.

Yang Fei saw that Hu Yuewen wanted to recognize this son-in-law, and he was not angry, but he was helpless. He just wanted to wait for the exam, and although his right hand was broken, he still had his left hand. And the greater dynasty doesn't care about the appearance of the official, as long as he plays normally, he will definitely be able to put forward the gold list, and then he can bring the wicked to justice.

But before night, Yang Fei was killed in Hufu. Lord Hu did not report to the official, but only said that a subordinate had died and was hastily buried.

Because it was Master Hu's biological daughter who killed Yang Fei, and her husband, who also grew up with Yang Fei since childhood, the son of the housekeeper, Song Zetian.

"I'm not reconciled!" Yang Fei shouted angrily, and the whole space was filled with a terrible ghost sound.

"Why did he use my name and marry my wife? Why did I be disfigured and cut off by someone, I couldn't even keep my name, why did I die tragically in Hufu, who killed me! ”

"Is this what you want?" Xiao Fei listened to his story, and although he felt sorry for him in his heart, he still asked calmly on his face.

"Yes......" Yang Fei was calmly asked by Xiao Fei, and when he asked, he calmed down a little and replied softly.

"I'll help you make those wishes come true."

"Really... Are you sure? Yang Fei asked with some hesitation.

"Please trust me."

"Okay." Looking at Xiao Fei's firm eyes, Yang Fei unconsciously chose to believe him.

"Please help me get my revenge!" Yang Fei's figure seemed to be more transparent again, he looked at Xiao Fei and said pleadingly.

"Definitely."

Seeing the male ghost in front of him leave the space, 0908 said with a crying voice:

"The host, the invoker has left, and he has given all his energy to 0908. As soon as we complete his task, he can go to reincarnation. ”

"Then let's get started." When Xiao Fei listened to the story, he also felt hot in his heart, and he always wanted to do something for Yang Fei. Now he can really help the people who are really suffering.

"0908, how many points do I have now?" Xiao Fei suddenly thought of the points he had earned by working so the task! Under his soft grinding and hard bubbles, the small ball system finally relented, allowing him to use the mall supplies in plane missions.

"Report to the host, now there are a total of 3 points." Xiao Tuanzi took a serious look.

3 pcs? Xiao Fei thought about it in his heart, this was the reward he got for going to the Green Forest Week.

The task of this plane, according to his understanding, Yang Fei not only wants revenge, but also must go to high school and glorify his ancestors. But what did he take to the exam?

Xiao Fei went to the corner of the space and rummaged through the mall given by the system and rummaged through.

He only had 3 points, and Dumbo rummaged through the 1-point area, and finally found what he needed.

Ancient Mastery (Permanent), one point.

0908 lay on his stomach and looked at Xiao Fei's hand to confirm the use, smiled with a **** look, and asked suspiciously,

"Host, are you ready?"

"Alright, alright."

"DiDi Di Di"

"The fixed-point crossing mission is in place."

“5…… 4…… 3……”

"Crossing the Plane Selection: The Plane of "Detective Zetian",

Mission Level, Class D.

Drip.

Confirm the crossing.

Confirmed.

Crossing the ......"

I didn't let myself confirm it again.

After another whirling dizziness.

"Young master, although the master has passed away, you also have to take care of your body." As soon as Xiao Fei opened his eyes, he saw the old man in front of him, his eyes were full of loving expressions, and he was constantly persuading himself, and there was a bowl of white porridge next to his hand.

Xiao Fei secretly thought to himself, if he had become Yang Fei, then it was not long before Yang Zhifu died, and after a while, Yang Fei would sell his property and plan to go to Beijing.

Fortunately, the family property has not been sold, but the Yang Governor's Mansion can't be saved.

"Hmm. Go down. Xiao Fei closed his eyes, looked displeased, and said in a deep voice.

"This ......" Steward Song was displeased, didn't this young master call him Uncle Song affectionately every time, why did he call him down so unceremoniously now.

"Okay, then you can rest first." This little bastard is up with the labor-management cow!

Bah! Steward Song was unhappy, scolded in his heart, turned his head and left.

If it weren't for Xiaofei reading Yangfei's memory, he would really think that this guy was his elder, a subordinate.

Hmph, slave bully?

Mere trifle!

He's not that easy to be bullied anymore!

Xiao Fei thought to himself, picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it.

"Poof!!"

How did you drink this porridge, and Xiao Fei squirted it out again.

Nima! The father and son of the Song family, labor and management are not finished with you!

Such an unpalatable thing, you got it from the pigsty!