"Master" Qianying knelt down in front of Wu Feng, his hands on his knees, he lowered his head, but the corner of his eyes never left that class.

Didn't he stop coming out? Why did he come out? What did he want to do!

Chikage's brow furrowed, angry. Some want to give this guy in the way a slap in the face.

"Chikage, when did you get an extra relative?" Several long, white fingers pinched Chikage's jaw and lifted his lowered head.

Wu Feng just looked down at the man kneeling on the ground, and his voice was icy and piercing.

Qianying's body trembled unconsciously, and his eyes didn't dare to look at Wu Feng.

"Speak!" A force that did not match Qianqianyu's hand came, and Qianying's jaw was pinched by the bladeless click.

Just when Chikage felt that his jaw was about to be crushed, the class on the side suddenly spoke: "I lied just now. I don't have anything to do with him. It's just that... It's just that he saved me when I was dying. I... I just wanted to come and see him, thank you!"

Wu Feng let go of Qianying, laughed lowly, and squinted at the class: "Really?"

Class, at his question, immediately choked again.

"Master, a few days ago, I saved him. Qianying's originally flat voice trembled a little at the moment.

Wu Feng looked down at him and motioned for him to continue.

"But I didn't tell him you were here, and I don't know what he's looking for you. I have always warned him not to leave my grass hut. ”

Wu Feng smiled and gently stroked his soft hair with the hand that almost crushed Qianying's jaw just now, and said, "If you don't tell the truth again, I'll really, hand you over to the hunter and peel off the skin and bones."

Although this is said to Chikage, the content is for that kind of person.

Qianying was just lying on the ground like a tame big dog at the moment, bowing his head and closing his eyes, letting Wufeng stroke him. After that, Wu Feng actually sat up and patted Qianying's back. And Chikage adjusted her posture so that her owner could be more comfortable.

"I... I ask you to help me save someone!" Under the power of the bladeless and invisible, it finally told the truth.

Wu Feng smiled coldly: "It's good to tell the truth earlier, but it's not flattering to go to such a great length." ”

Thinking that Wu Feng was going to agree, he looked at Wu Feng's eyes and lit up.

"Why, you want me to help you save people?" Wu Feng asked.

“... Because... At that time, I was seriously injured and was about to die, but it happened that Chikage saved me, and I saw that he was carrying a gold medal, and there were capable people around him... That... His master must not be simple. Class replied honestly.

"Capable people?" Wu Feng obviously felt the thousand shadows under him, and when he heard these two words, the muscles in his back tightened.

"I... I can't say. Class replied.

Wu Feng smiled and said, "You mean a capable person who has a wonderful hand to rejuvenate?" he said after carefully looking at the class, "It is indeed a capable person, this lively appearance is really not a manifestation of the initial recovery from a serious injury." ”

"I believe what you say, but why should I help you?" said Wu Feng smiled.

"You... All you have to do is help me get him out... I... I'm yours, at your disposal, except for the living carving, anything else, you can do anything!"

"What do I want you to do? Didn't you say that I am by no means a mercenary person? In that case, do you think I can accept your price?" Wu Feng said lightly.

The class fell completely silent, his eyes staring at the ground, his teeth biting his lower lip. Its eyelashes twitched, its brow furrowed, and its face turned pale and green, as if it were struggling.

Wu Feng didn't urge, and looked at it with a playful expression.

After a while, this kind of person closed his eyes and spoke: "Not profit-seeking, it doesn't mean that you don't love money, you don't love money, you don't love money, you don't love power, it doesn't mean, you just... You don't love the world!"

The corners of Wufeng's mouth are upturned, interesting, too interesting.

Wu Feng is a person who can't believe people, so naturally, he secretly cultivated a group of secret guards, and this kind in front of him attracted his attention when he made a big fuss about the mansion next to the poor village in the neighborhood, and naturally, he would send someone to investigate it properly.

After all, there is no ordinary class that will take the initiative to provoke people, let alone fight with an attitude of burning jade.

Wu Feng has always been cautious about the things around him, just for the purpose of using it one day, or taking precautions.

Therefore, this class is called Xuan, and he actually knows it; His master was in prison, and he knew it; Even, what his master is called, who it is, he knows better. It's just that after being imprisoned, what exactly he is doing, he doesn't know very well. Because the other party's secrecy work is not leaky, it is not an overnight thing to go to prison.

Even so, he pretended not to know anything.

"What a big breath," Wu Feng said, "What can make you sure, I must be tempted?"

"I know a big secret!" Xuan said affirmatively. "Whoever knows this secret, who can stir up the storm and change the pattern!"

"Don't be ashamed" Wufeng was disdainful on the surface, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

"I won't tell you now, you save people first!" Xuan ignored Wu Feng's taunt. "I'm in your hands anyway, I can't run away. ”

"You can sell yourself to me in order for me to save him. Do you think the guarantee you just gave is still useful? How can I be sure that you are not lying to me?" Wu Feng said lightly.

“... When the time comes, if I break the contract, you can make me live and die. Xuan, did not let go because of this, it finally learned the lesson of the breach of contract, and slowly began to learn to take precautions.

However, Wu Feng is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he smiled coldly: "Now, you are begging me." If what you say cannot be proved to be true, then I will not be able to help you save people. The choice is yours, and if you don't say it, then please be smart. ”

Wu Feng showed super patience at this time, he was not in a hurry or impatient, just quietly looked at the invisible line in front of him, hanging in the air. Xuan, on the other hand, was in turmoil.

After the sun turned west and the bodies of the two species in the garden gradually changed, Wu Feng finally ran out of patience, he stood up, called a subordinate, and was about to hand over Xuan, at this time Xuan suddenly spoke: "Shengyang Tie, Huanshui River, Lu Clan." ”

Wu Feng's figure paused after hearing this, stopped and turned around, waved his hand and asked his subordinates to retreat.

"What did you say?" Wu Feng suddenly felt a sense of surprise and excitement, but he remained silent on the surface.

"The Wei tribe was rich in the early years, but later because of the decline of the Shengyang Tie matter, and this account was calculated on their heads, and it was also counted on the heads of the sharks and the class races, and even some related human races were also implicated; Xuan looked at Wu Feng and said word by word.

Wu Feng nodded and said, "You mean, there is something else going on in this matter?"

"Yes!" Xuan nodded affirmatively, "I know some details. ”

Wu Feng chuckled: "You are a small class, how can you know these things?"

Xuan didn't answer Wu Feng's question, but said lightly: "You will be interested, once this matter is investigated, I don't know how many people you can handle, and how many people's joys and angers will be subverted." Don't puppeteers like to do that?"

Wu Feng frowned: "Puppeteer?"

"I've seen you before, you're very much like them, you like to manipulate them like marionettes, and you have fun with them. Though...... Your thread is invisible. However, there is no other difference. As he spoke, Xuan's eyes looked towards his hands and feet, and indeed, he couldn't see any silk threads.

"Okay. Wu Feng waved his hand, and Xuan only felt that the invisible silk thread that had bound him a moment ago had disappeared out of thin air, and he fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

"This deal is settled, you will be here to recuperate for the next few days, and a thousand shadows will accompany you. As he spoke, he glanced at Chikage.

Tall and solemn woman's head.

"Say, who are you going to save?" Wu Feng walked towards the house with the two of them unhurriedly, asking knowingly.

"My master, my name is Ink Cream. Xuan Dao.

"It's really strange," Wu Feng said with a smile, "It's the first time I've seen a pet who would be so desperate for his master, and he would have to save his life?"

Xuan lowered his head and didn't reply.

"So, you should always know where people are, right?" Wu Feng asked again.

"You know, in a mansion near a poor village, there is the territory of King Fu. He was captured by King Fude, and he must have been locked up in the dungeon... Xuan said simply.

Wu Feng entered the door, and the servants settled down to sit down, and after pouring tea and adding some melons and fruits, they consciously went down. Qianying was kneeling on Wufeng's side at the moment and waiting, while Xuan was kneeling under the stage.

"Does your master have a grudge against them?" Wu Feng said lightly as he took a sip of fragrant tea.

"No...... No, they ...... They took him to ...... I should have gone to live carving. Xuan's voice was inaudible.

As soon as the word "living carving" came out, Wufeng changed relaxed, and his expression began to be solemn: "Living carving?!"

"Yes, they say, the master is the best hard goods, and I have been wandering around their house, but...... I just can't get in. As he spoke, Xuan choked up a little: "The ground of their house is all poured with molten iron, and the ground is also strictly guarded, I ...... I can't ......."

Wu Feng's hand holding the cup trembled slightly, he was really careless;

"You tell me in detail, the more detailed, the better!" Wu Feng's expression was serious.

Xuan nodded heavily, wiping his tears and snot while talking intermittently, he really didn't let go of a detail.

When the sun had completely set and the moon hung in the middle of the sky, Xuan's narrative finally came to an end. Wu Feng's brows furrowed even tighter.

"You made a big fuss about King Fu's side and ran to me, but I am afraid that they will already be aware of it. If I rush to negotiate here, and before I can speak, the other party will know what I am going to do. "No Blade

"That'...... How...... What to do," Xuan choked.

Wu Feng leaned back in his chair and said, "I do have some friendship with King Fu, and it doesn't matter if you are with me, I just want to serve more pets, but in what name should I ask for ink cream? Besides, as you said, it is difficult to say what he has become of being carved alive." ”

Wu Feng looked at Xuan, who was crying in the audience, and his already somewhat upset mood became more irritable: "Don't cry! Crying won't solve any problems! If it's so noisy, I'll throw you out!"

This was said very imposingly, but it calmed Xuan, and the original crying voice was immediately taken back, only a faint choked sound.

Wu Feng glanced at the class in the audience, and said nonchalantly: "It's very good during the day, you will be able to calculate and be wary of courage, if you are like this before, I am afraid that you will not be able to save your master, but will be killed by me." ”

Xuan quieted down and pondered Wu Feng's words.

"Master" Qian Ying, who was kneeling beside him, interjected at this moment, without any emotion: "I remember that King Fu wanted to give you a living sculpture at that time, but you refused. ”

Wu Feng looked at her with a smile and said, "Do you want me to be open?" and then waved his hand and said, "It's too abrupt." Besides, according to the number of days, I am afraid that it is only a semi-finished product now, and I will not send a semi-finished product when I send something. ”

"I ...... I've seen Master Jiang go in!" Xuan said: "Presumably he was asked to carve it himself." If the master is really an excellent piece of material, then Master Jiang will devote his whole life to writing. ”

"Master Jiang?" Wu Feng wondered.