"I don't like that woman." After Yao Qianyi walked away, Rou T looked at her back and muttered.

"Me too." Bloodyin also agrees with the jaw head.

"What's wrong?" Erlang Zhenjun and Brother Hua walked over.

He Yuting looked behind them. Most of the crowd dispersed, and the bearded man's depressed appearance could be faintly seen. "Didn't you find someone with a big beard?"

Jiro Zhenjun nodded simply.

Hua Ge said in an optimistic tone: "Now only a small part of the gang gathers, and when more people come back in the evening, you can invite them to take turns to try." ”

He Yuting was speechless. Brother Hua still gushed that when the time comes, a list will be established, the names of those who have pulled their beards will be crossed out, and those who have not pulled their beards will come to the door and ask them to pull them. "It's a very simple thing," Hua Ge's eyes glowed with a burning light. "As long as there is enough action and perseverance, it can be achieved."

"What if there is no bearded person in the known list?" Meat T's rhetorical question made everyone silent.

"Hahaha," Brother Hua laughed dryly. "First of all, we'll have to try it again."

"If not, then we'll have to expand the scope." Jiro Zhenjun added.

"How do you expand the range?"

"How about setting up a venue in the square of Taiyuan City?"

"Pull out the beard and recruit relatives?" Xueyin's complaint attracted onlookers from all directions. If it weren't for Erlang Zhenjun standing here Shuwei, I'm afraid that more than a dozen people would rush up and beat him immediately. Pulling out the beard and recruiting relatives? What are you kidding, just looking at a beard like a tree root is enough to make everyone shy away. But if you look closely at the meaning behind Xueyin's words, it is also very obvious - the gangs of your own gang may not give positive assistance, and if you want people outside to be obedient and pull their beards, it is even more impossible. Without profit-driven, no one will do a thankless job. Not even the work of lifting the feet.

Erlang Zhenjun groaned. "Tomorrow we will start setting up a ring in Taiyuan Square, and those who can pull off a beard will be rewarded with ten thousand gold."

Those present gasped.

He Yuting couldn't help but ask him: "Wan Jin?" Who's going to pay for it? ”

"Of course it's me."

"Helper!" The bearded man crawled to the ground, hugged Jiro Zhenjun's thigh and cried.

He Yuting stood still, her eyes stared at Erlang Zhenjun without blinking, and asked silently why did you do this.

Jiro Zhenjun's gaze met hers for a moment, and then staggered. He had to be distracted by the sudden buzz around him, and he had to soothe the bearded man who was crying nervously. From time to time, he searched for where He Yuting's gaze fell, and kept confirming that He Yuting's gaze had been staying on him. When he finally pulled out of the wave of flattering heat, his eyes never left He Yuting's. The gaze of the two men intertwined into a dense silk mesh in the air.

He Yuting read his heart from his eyes.

Why are you doing this?

For you.

Because He Yuting's mission requires assisting others to complete hidden tasks, he takes the initiative to take on most of the responsibilities and push things in the right direction.

He Yuting really felt that he was fulfilling a new ambition - he wanted to take himself out of this world.

No matter how difficult and dangerous fate is, as long as he makes a vow for her, he is desperate to fulfill it.

He Yuting was moved.

There was an uncontrollable force that drove her forward, and by the time she reacted, she had reached out her hands around his neck. He hugged her back. The two hugged each other tightly. There was a shouting and heckling sound all around. These things happen naturally. There are no words, but they are better than words. He Yuting's chin rested on the side of his neck, and a fragment flashed in her mind. She endured intense, demonized hunger and wanted to bite all life that came near her. At this time, she was dragged into a cold embrace, the arteries flowing with hot blood were defenseless in front of her eyes, she opened her mouth to bite, but subconsciously deviated from the vital point, and only landed on the shoulder muscle closest to the vital point. She used a great deal of strength to vent her frustration and resentment, her teeth grinding and deepening the wound until she heard an earth-shattering howl. From the beginning, even if there was a danger to his life, he never gave up enclosing himself in his arms. He Yuting's vision was hazy, and she almost called out his name. In a boiling passion, her intellect was like ice cubes falling into boiling water, struggling to maintain a fixed core as it melted but sank to the bottom. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of reason made her choose to fall into the demon in her previous life? Is it because of the deep hatred of killing his father and mother? But that was the result of one report after another. What else could that be? She also loved him deeply when she was most painful, what made her choose to give up and give up first?

He Yuting closed her eyes, opened them again, and then she saw the reason. Only when his gaze falls on someone else will her last glimmer of hope come to naught and make her completely insane. Although from the perspective of the present world, this epileptic feeling can only attract scolding and ridicule, the feeling of betrayal has been deeply imprinted in my heart, and there are still some traces of it.

Yao Qianyi stood behind Erlang Zhenjun and watched them quietly. There was a trace of disdain on her face, as well as provocation, and even mockingly looked at He Yuting. He Yuting immediately remembered the words she had just shrugged her shoulders and questioned Xueyin, and couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart. This is a terrible woman. This feeling lingered in He Yuting's heart. In order to achieve her goal, she can do whatever it takes, and she will do her best to compete and snatch with others until the goal is reached. Although she looks extremely weak, her eyes are revealing. Yao Qianyi's eyes were definitely not related to weakness, and she looked more like a predatory beast. In some ways, she has similarities with Jiro Makoto. They are the kind of people who will be tenacious towards their goals.

And He Yuting, she knows what kind of person she is. Whether it is in her previous life or in this life, she is not good at competing with others. Although she looks strong on the surface, she is just a poor child without her high status. When she grew up, she was just a poor woman. So when her father ordered the execution of Yulang's clansmen, she was powerless to stop and couldn't resist, and when Yulang returned to heaven and cut off her father's head, she couldn't do anything but cry bitterly, and when she was put under house arrest, she couldn't do anything else except wash her face with tears. The root nature of weakness can be traced back to a child's struggle, she and her cousin Princess Yuhua both fell in love with a rag doll dressed in feathers, she took it in her hand first, but Yuhua pushed her away and took the doll away. She didn't know what to do except sit on the ground in a daze, so she could only watch Yuhua take the doll and leave. After the immortal court was subverted, Yuhua was given to Yulang as the second wife by the puppet emperor, which was just a bargaining chip to contain the relationship between the monarch and the minister on the surface, but in fact, she knew that the marriage that was not up to par was obtained by Yuhua herself in every possible way. Since childhood, she and Yuhua have been in a competitive relationship and have never won. When I was a child, I grabbed a doll, and when I grew up, I competed for love. In the end, she chooses to fall into the devil and resents Yulang's acceptance.

Now, Yuhua's phantom resurfaced in front of her eyes, overlapping with another woman.

That woman is Yao Qianyi.

He Yuting narrowed her eyes, and the arms that were originally surrounding Erlang Zhenjun gradually drooped down. Dark emotions tumbled in her heart, surging upwards one after another, until the taste of blood gradually spread in her mouth. It's just that the melanization value didn't rise this time. Because there is Jiro Zhenjun by her side.