Yun Ting leisurely followed behind the apprentice of Ma Yuanyi (his meow turned out to be a shielding word), in the eyes of outsiders, it was the same as a small follower, but how would those people know that the master in front of him was left a footprint on his stiff buttocks by the seemingly small follower behind him.

The kick just now was extremely relieving, and the kick made Yun Ting very comfortable, and now he walks lightly, and with a channel to vent, Yun Ting is still planning whether to kick again, not to mention that Yun Ting will not let him live for too long.

However, if you want to kick it again, the favorability of the two will have to drop from bad to bad. Interpersonal relationships are not only very important in the promotion of Lalala, but also in the Three Kingdoms, and the characters in it, you can't rely on data alone, and the system provides only a measured favorability evaluation, favorability, everything follows each person, conform to the truth.

It's hard to make friends with a game character, but it's very simple to make a bad friend, the latter, as long as it's human, but be careful, don't touch the moldy head of a famous general, that way, your head will be like a football, rolling around on the ground, people kicking it casually, and death is longer than life.

This is a taboo among players, it doesn't matter to Yun Ting, in the yellow scarf, it is Zhang Jiao's main business, Yun Ting has already hugged Zhang Jiao's thighs, why bother to shoot an inconsequential "horse" fart again? When the time comes, pick a reason and kill it directly, it can be regarded as rectifying the interior, for a better and brilliant tomorrow for the yellow scarf, such a sacrifice believes that **** righteousness is willing.

Yun Ting himself estimated that what he was going to do was still a little dangerous, the appetite of the ten permanent servants was very large, although Feng Xu and Guo Sheng were not as good as Zhang Rang, and they were also two of the ten permanent attendants who made up a whole ten numbers, but at least, they were the ten permanent attendants. Emperor Ling's trading activities of selling lords and buying officials are in full swing, I don't know how much the amount of a transaction is, except for the emperor's position can not be sold, this merchant-talented Emperor Lingdi almost has to sell the official position of the entire court before he is willing. The top ten cadres under his command, the ten permanent servants are all extremely shrewd, in fact, if Yun Ting wants to make them excited, he needs at least 10,000 taels of gold on his body! It's a pity that Yun Ting's arrival this time is not intended to make them excited, but to make them frightened and even frightened.

"Here we are." Just as Yun Ting was thinking, the footsteps of the **** righteous disciple, also known as Ma Fan, stopped.

Speaking of this Ma Fan, Yun Ting wondered if this stinky and proud Ma Fan would be the illegitimate son of Yuan Yi, his face was similar to Ma Yuan Yi, if it was genetically inherited, it would be reasonable. Ma Fan took Yunting to Nancheng, where all the wealthy families lived, and the place where the eunuch's family lived was also regarded as an inch of land, people who had no status and power, ordinary people, they couldn't live here at all, they didn't deserve to live here.

"Oh, that's it, that's Feng Xu's private house, you go in and report it yourself, if Feng Xu has nothing to do in the official, he will basically come back." Ma Fan pointed to a palatial mansion nearby, and said to Yun Ting, his face slightly sideways, revealing a sinister smile.

Yun Ting didn't see Ma Fan's sinister smile, but he already knew in his heart that this was a trap set by Ma Fan, and it was also revenge. In the courtyard of private houses, there are generally private soldiers, and you are an inconsequential unknown junior, not to mention whether you can enter or not, even if you do, it depends on the mood of the owner's family. If you're in a good mood, you're beaten half to death, and you can still pick up a life, if you're in a bad mood, then you can only die in vain, not to mention that this is the house of the Ten Permanent Servants, and no one wants to go in, so you can only ask for your own death.

His heart must be different, his heart can be punished, Ma Fan is still sinisterly smiling, but Yun Ting has already seen through his mind and sentenced Ma Fan to death in his heart, but now is obviously not the time to kill, there should always be some accident.

"Horse owner Bo, this is for you to get out of the horse, I don't want to be treated as an assassin or something, arrested and beaten as soon as I enter." Yun Ting said slowly, his voice chilling, "Also, I must remind you that if something goes wrong with this mission, you will become a roast pig howling in the fire like Tang Zhou." ”

Ma Fan's face turned pale and he was a little afraid, and after a long time, he nodded, and slowly walked towards the door of Feng Xu's mansion with Yunting. After talking to the porter and the guards, he learned that Feng Xu was not there, but he could go in and wait, but at this time Ma Fan said to Yun Ting: "You go in first, I have something, I'll be there later." ”

Yun Ting glanced at Ma Fan with a smile, shrugged his shoulders, followed the porter, and walked into the mansion.

"Damn, even a little person dares to show off his might in front of me? If you don't die, I'll write the word Ma Fan upside down. Ma Fan looked at Yun Ting's departing figure fiercely, his face was full of iron, and he almost gritted his teeth. His heart was full of anger, and he didn't seem to realize it, or he was confused by Yun Ting's unscrupulous performance, that is, Yun Ting never showed Zhang Jiao's token or secret letter from beginning to end.

"You guys come here, I have a chance to make money, see if you want it......"

Yun Ting followed the porter to leave, and when he was halfway there, he greeted the porter in front of him: "You take my two swords and put them away first, in case I am an assassin, you can't explain it, right?" ”

"Childe, how can you be an assassin, don't you say that I forgot, the procedures for coming still have to come, so I have wronged Childe." With the slightly coquettish smile of the porter, Yun Ting took the green jar and the negative go behind him from behind him and slowly placed them on the floor.

"I'm in trouble." The servants of the Ten Standing Servants are naturally not comparable to the guards at the gate of the Northern Governor's Office, and their appetites must be very big, and they can only avoid some small things that should not happen by giving small profits.

"By the way, I'm going to go to the toilet, where is it?" Yun Ting asked anxiously, but he was secretly smiling in his heart, sighing for his acting skills. As the saying goes, life is like a play, it all depends on acting skills.

"There." The porter pointed to a small room in the far corner.

Before leaving, Yun Ting did not forget to take out a piece of broken silver, handed it to the porter, and disappeared as soon as the smoke slipped, as for whether the gatehouse could afford to move the two swords on the ground, this was not what Yun Ting considered. If you have a harvest, you have to pay, the porter has to pay the silver of Yunting, and you have to pay sweat, the green tank and the heavy me, generally it takes almost two people to lift up, just this porter's thin body, to pull out the mountain, you have to die of anger

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People have three urgencies, and Yun Ting didn't go to the toilet because of the three urgencies, this is just a reason.

The main reason is that he is not worried about Ma Fan, so he found this strange excuse, but in ancient times, he tried and tested unpleasantly, took the opportunity to disappear, went back to the gate of the mansion to see, and saw what the hell Ma Fan was doing.

In a place where the gatehouse could not reach, Yun Ting used the "human escape technique", a few escapes, dangerously brushed past the guards patrolling the house, and hid among the flowers. After five consecutive "human escape techniques", the Yunting people had already come to the room where the gatekeeper lived on the inside of the gate, and hid sideways in the room.

Feng Xu's mansion originally had two gatehouses, one of which was sweating now, and the other was at the door, this room was empty, and no one could find Yunting. Through the window, Yun Ting saw that Ma Fan was discussing something with five or six guards, as well as the departing porter, and the vague content that he vaguely heard proved that Yun Ting's conjecture and worry were correct, making Yun Ting show a cruel smile.

"It's a pity, you're going to die anyway." As soon as the words fell, Yun Ting used the "Human Escape Technique" again, and one flickered and disappeared into the room.

"I just asked, Lord Feng should be back soon." With a smile, Ma Fan stepped into the living room. Looking at Yun Ting sitting on the wooden chair on the right side, although there was an urge to laugh out loud in his heart, Ma Fan still endured it, straightened his face, and was ready to see the "good things" that would happen next, and spit out the sullenness of Yun Ting in his chest.

"Ma Fan, the horse owner is thin. Maybe I'm just a small person in the eyes of you and **** Yi, but you must know that small people can also kill, and big people generally die faster than small people. Yun Ting picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip slowly, then put down the teacup and looked at Ma Fan quietly.

"Look again, look at it again, and you won't be able to watch it later." Ma Fan sneered in his heart.

It seems that this poor baby doesn't know that the player can be resurrected, but if he does, this blow will be very huge for him.

Yun Ting rolled up his sleeves, lowered his head and carefully arranged, revealing most of his arms, then raised his head and smiled at Ma Fan, who had already come to the hall and was about to sit down, his white teeth flashing.

"I'm thirteen, Mr. Thirteen's."

"What!" As soon as Ma Fan's frightened voice fell, a black shadow arrived in front of him, and then, the amplified fist hit his nose bone fiercely. With the crisp sound of fractures and the blood spurting out, Ma Fan's body fell backwards, the whole world in his eyes began to become gray, and the sour tears couldn't stop flowing, and with a plop, Ma Fan's whole body fell to the ground.

didn't even have time to shout in pain, and it was too late to react, so Ma Fan fainted.

Yun Ting's fist then appeared, like a storm, falling on Ma Fan's face, and the sound of "poof" and broken bones sounded one after another. Yun Ting's eyes didn't blink, and his fists kept falling, since he was beaten, he would be beaten to death, anyway, Yun Ting had already figured out a way, he could gently open this page, and no one would explore and track it down. Because after this incident, no matter what, the Yellow Turban Rebellion will definitely begin. When the time comes, it will be troubled times, and how difficult is it to trace a clue in troubled times?

After a dozen punches, he felt a faint pain in his fist, Yun Ting began to get impatient, the destructive power was not so bad, or was Ma Fan's ability to resist blows too strong? It's just that Ma Fan doesn't know whether he is alive or dead now, except for a few blows at the beginning that made him snort, and the next few punches from Yun Ting directly made him faint, leaving only the blood that kept spilling from the corners of his mouth and nose.

Yun Ting raised a foot and stomped on Ma Fan's chest fiercely, and directly stepped on it for a few points.

"Ding Dong, the player kills the Northern Captain Bo, gains a thousand experience points, and the player upgrades. Please deal with it in time, otherwise in a few days, the Han court will start to investigate. After hearing the prompt, Yun Ting stopped, Shi Shiran took out a clean dress from the package and changed it, replacing the blood-stained murder clothes into the package.

Yun Ting turned around and sat on the wooden chair, leaned on the back of the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, picked up the teacup, and began to drink tea again, without the slightest intention of destroying the corpse. Just sitting in the middle of the room, Shi Shiran tasted the tea.