If Jiang Zebei, who I saw three years ago, is a gentle person to her, like an out-of-body sword, extremely sharp.

So today's Jiang Zebei, although gentle, is too real.

He is incomprehensible, introverted, suppressed, strong, but full of a sense of disobedience.

It was as if something was hidden, so she couldn't see it and couldn't figure it out.

Chen Mengtian's body relaxed, leaning lightly on the bed, and the bottom of his drooping eyes fell into contemplation.

When Jiang Zebei heard Steward He say that Bai Yin had arrived, he never thought about not seeing him.

He had an account to settle with this man.

The coercion that Zhu Ziyue received five years ago is understandable, after all, when he first entered the capital, many things were too late to arrange, so that the Tong family took advantage of the loopholes.

But what happened to Chen Qishan two years ago was an oversight caused by Bai Yin.

That day, when he received news from the capital and learned that his best brother was insulted and tortured by the Tong family, he fell into such a situation, and he almost went crazy.

Xuanwu and his cronies around him saw with their own eyes how he destroyed all the objects in the general's commander's tent.

Even the enemy soldiers were taken prisoner, brutally tortured to death, and some traitors.

It was when he was at the height of his illness, and he couldn't control a lot of things, and he just wanted to indulge as he pleased.

Chen Qishan could stay away from the conspiracy and conspiracy in the capital and fight with the secrets, but he still stepped into the officialdom of the capital with Zhu Ziyue without hesitation.

His heart hurts, he blames himself, he resents, he is crazy, but he can't stop it.

Jiang Zebei, who came to the front hall with Xuanwu, saw Bai Yin kneeling in the hall at a glance.

The other party's thin body knelt straight and straight.

Jiang Zebei stepped into the hall, walked to the main seat and sat down, and his movements were not loud.

Bai Yin knelt on the ground, half-raised his eyes, looking at the man's clothes sitting on the main seat, not daring to look at the other party's face.

"The subordinate White Tiger has seen the young master."

Jiang Zebei's gloomy eyes shot straight at Bai Yin, who was kneeling on the ground, with a delicate face like a teenager.

This is one of the four secret guards of his Jiang family, and he is called the White Tiger.

It is also the most powerful help for the Jiang family to be placed in the capital.

Despite this, Jiang Zebei still couldn't forgive the other party's negligence.

"Get up."

A low and dangerous voice sounded, Bai Yin pursed his lips and stood up from the ground.

He was half-hung with his head bowed, respectful and harmless.

But the leader of the Jiang family's secret guards, how can he be harmless, even if it is the Suzaku at the end of the four major leaders, such a beauty is also a ruthless and murderous existence.

Not to mention the white yin in front of him.

Xuanwu stood aside, feeling the danger in the air, the low aura on the young master's body.

He looked at Bai Yin standing in the hall worriedly, and said in his heart that this time, he must be taking off a layer of skin.

To this day, he still remembers the madness of the young master when he learned about Chen Qishan's encounter two years ago.

The punishment two years late should not kill again, Xuanwu comforted himself.

Jiang Zebei bent his index finger and tapped it gently on the wooden table top.

One after another, crisp and distinct, in this quiet hall, it gives people a silent coercion.

The reason why Bai Yin knelt down before Jiang Zebei came was to ask for sin.

Now feeling the danger emanating from the young master's body and the silent coercion in the air, he pursed his lips and said respectfully and sincerely: "The subordinates are guilty, please punish the young master." ”

By the end of the sentence, the others had already knelt down again.

Looking at Bai Yin, who was kneeling down again, Jiang Zebei's gaze deepened and became more and more dangerous.