Yang Zhen came out to take a look, and saw that the corpse had been arrested and quickly cleaned up, except for the messy tables and chairs, there was only blood left that could not be dispersed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Most of the Qing prostitutes hid back in the house, and the rest who fled outside gradually gathered back, and these courtesans, like Yang Yi, suddenly suffered a catastrophe and became official prostitutes, who had nowhere to go. Now that the bustard is dead, and the principals have fled, they don't know what their fate will be, so they can only snuggle up and cry to each other.

When the women saw him come out, they bowed their heads in fright. Kneeling on the ground and trembling, no one dared to flee anymore, and even the cry was suppressed very low.

Yang Zhen watched coldly, although all this was caused by him, he did not feel guilty. His compassion only appears when it is necessary to extract greater benefits, and at that time, he instantly becomes a compassionate saint, and I am afraid that even an ant is reluctant to step on it.

Yang Zhen looked around, but saw a woman in her twenties in the field, although she was afraid, she did not cry, but comforted the tearful people around her in a low voice. She has a good appearance, her eyebrows are like looking at distant mountains, her face is often like a hibiscus, her thin waist is enchanting like a willow, and her skin is as smooth as fat.

As if sensing Yang Zhen's gaze, she looked up, stayed for a moment and then lowered again.

Yang Zhen walked over and asked her, "Who are you?" What is your name? ”

The woman shuddered as she heard the question. Qiang Ren replied calmly: "The slave family is Huanhuan, it is the foreman here, and the strong man began to kill my mother, who is my mother." ”

When Yang Zhen heard this, he happened to meet the bitter master, and said after a moment of silence: "Your mother is an old bustard, and you want to laugh here?" ”

Nahuanhuan lowered his head and said: "The slave family was adopted by his mother, although he is not his own, since he raised the slave family, he naturally wants to help." Besides, there's nothing wrong with laughing here, it's better than the rules in the compound. This Huanhuan seemed to be hiding in the house at the time, and when he heard the conversation between Yang Zhen and Yang Yi, he dared to speak sarcastically.

Yang Zhen didn't care, but said: "Your honey, my arsenic, it makes sense." It's just that from now on, you can only obey the rules of our family. Since Huanhuan is in the house, he naturally understands what Yang Zhen means, don't look over and don't know what he is thinking.

Yang Zhen bent down and leaned into Huanhuan's ear and said, "You are still the foreman here, take care of this place for our family first." Seven days later, if our family knows that a woman has escaped, none of the rest will have to live. Do you understand? ”

Huanhuan shuddered, lowered his head and said yes.

Yang Zhen got up and was just about to leave, Huanhuan seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly shouted to stop him: "Young Master Yang, wait a minute." The slave family has something to say. ”

As soon as I turned around, I saw Huanhuan take out a dagger from his arms! Stick to his neck with all your might!

Yang Zhen grabbed her hand casually, pinched the dagger to the ground, and said with a smile: "Why do these things in vain? He threw it backwards and slammed it out.

The Huanhuan struggled to get up, spat out blood, and his face was full of resentment: "You killed my mother, don't you want me to take revenge?" Whatever the outcome, it's all about being done. ”

Yang Zhen shrugged his shoulders and came over to pull her hair: "It's a filial girl, and she has good courage, but it's a pity that she is a waste and has no brains." A mouthful of bloody phlegm came out, and Yang Zhen gently avoided it.

"When I become a father-in-law, I like to torture you filial children." Yang Zhen squeaked her chin, took a pill of the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill and fed it: "This kind of good thing is not valued by our family, and I don't even have the qualifications to eat it." ”

"Since our family killed your mother, it really can't be justified if you don't want to take revenge, so what? Not only will I spare you this time, but I will also give you two chances to assassinate me in the future, either way. But if you fail all three times, then you should die in peace. He frowned again, and said intimately: "But Huanhuan, your martial arts are too weak, let's vigorously and fully cultivate you, and train you to become a first-class assassin, so that you have some hope." As for tuition, it's up to me to do the work. If you want more, learn to take it yourself," he said, and made a throat-slitting gesture towards himself.

Huanhuan thought that he would die, and he also made the determination to die, but after all, he was just a small foreman in a brothel, no different from other ordinary people, Yang Zhenyi said, the courage that he had finally gathered was discharged, and he cried on the ground, Chu Chu was pitiful.

Just when Yang Zhen was about to lose her patience, she suddenly raised her head: "Really? "I agreed. Whether it was because of the desire to survive or the hope of two more assassinations, only she knew.

Yang Zhen smiled: "If I want to kill you, I can kill you casually." What's the point of tricking you? It's just that you have to learn quickly and study hard. If you learn slowly, there will be more people who want to kill us later. I can only queue up slowly. ”

If you have the courage, you can use it. What's more, it's a beautiful woman herself? If she trains well, she will definitely be an assassin who makes people die quietly in the gentle country, and as for teaching her the exercises, you have to think about it.

Seeing that Huanhuan finally gave in and was kneeling on the ground and kowtowing obediently, Yang Zhen sneered, and waited until the Three Corpses Brain Divine Pill attacked, and any disguise was meaningless. After the seizure, don't say that you want to avenge your adoptive mother, even if you let her kill her own mother, you won't have the slightest hesitation.

The Weaving Bureau does not raise waste, but it does not allow anyone with bad intentions to bring the slightest danger. Since there is no heart, I will make a worm for you.