After being dragged for a while, Sima Jin seemed to "understand" his situation, so he scolded, scolded, and scolded.

Sima Jin was rolling in the army in his previous life, and he heard a lot of sentences about all kinds of shrews scolding the street, and he simply memorized it backwards. They can also struggle a few times from time to time, not too intensely, because they can't knock themselves out; It should not be too peaceful, it will arouse suspicion.

There were curious eyes on the road from time to time, looking at his face, and then at Feng You's expression, all of them walked away in a knowing way. In this way, he finally came to Yan Qinghong's bedroom.

Feng Youzhi and the two of them carefully watched Sima Jin at the door, and he himself went in to report.

Sima Jin stopped his voice slightly, and there were all kinds of scolding faintly in his ears, coming from the hall, the content was richer than him, it was bamboo.

still has the strength to shout like this, it seems that it is okay for the time being, it is about the martial arts that have been sealed.

Bamboo's martial arts are naturally not ranked as good as Xi Hui and Ye Li, but he is also a master among ordinary people, and he can surpass at least half of the thirty-six elites of Dusk Feng Villa. Sima Jin's internal strength is not deep, and he has to point to the bamboo and finally run away for a while.

After a while, a slightly chubby old man appeared in view, his half-flowered hair was scattered, his clothes were disheveled, and his face was full of impatience that had been disturbed. He was followed closely by the smiling Feng You, and when he saw Sima Jin when he went out, he couldn't wait to raise his hand and signal: "Owner, it's him!" His subordinates have already been tempted, and he is a wild boy with no martial arts......"

In fact, before Feng Youenvoy could speak, Yan Qinghong had already rushed over, he "read countless men", just one glance, he turned his anger into joy, and happily clapped: "What a peerless person!" Feng You's envoy has a heart! Stand down, don't bother! ”

Everyone tacitly dispersed, leaving only two guards of the door.

I have to say that Yan Qinghong is really cautious, even if he confirmed that Sima Jin's martial arts were mediocre and he had no weapons, he still locked his hands with shackles uneasily, and then pulled the chains between his hands and walked into the room.

The sound of the iron chain "banging lala" was particularly abrupt in the empty hall, and the bamboo inside heard the sound and paused for a while. It was this meal that Sima Jin had already been dragged into the room.

Hachi looked up casually, and then his eyes widened.

He leaned on the edge of the bed, his wrists were also locked, and there was a very fresh slap mark on his face, which was probably beaten by Yan Qinghong's old immortal. He was wearing a slightly messy underwear and trousers, and his shirt was torn and thrown aside, and it looked like he was almost finished.

Seeing him like that, Sima Jin was almost about to blurt out his name, and hurriedly scolded him first: "Old brute! He's looking for revenge on you, too! You don't have to die well! ”

Bamboo's brain is extremely bright, and when he heard this, he immediately understood, pretended not to know Sima Jin, and scolded cooperatively.

In the work of scolding, bamboo is obviously much better than Sima Jin.

In just a few steps, Yan Qinghong was scolded for his eighteenth generation of ancestors, down to half a generation of children and grandchildren.

Although this bad old man is a good man, in order to continue the bloodline, he still found a woman and gave birth to several sons. As for why half a generation of children and grandchildren? Because according to the meaning of bamboo, they will soon die.

Yan Qinghong's old face became angry, pushed Sima Jin away, raised his hand and slapped Xiao Bayi again: "Scold!" Scold me again for cutting out your little slut's tongue! ”

Bamboo spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said hatefully: "Old immortal! The master is waiting for you to cut it! Take a knife! Don't dare? Afraid that your hands will be soft and cut yourself on a bird? Hey, you're all old and eight, are those things still the same! ……”

Sima Jin was pushed by Twilight Breeze and slammed into the table, listening to Xiaoba's words in his ears, holding back a smile, he threw out the chain between his hands and smashed it on the vase on the table "coincidentally".

"Whoa!"

The pieces of porcelain shattered and fell on the carpet in all directions.

Sima Jin's heart suddenly swelled with an indescribable sense of familiarity and joy.

Since Chu Ye had used the formation once in his Zhuangzi, he suddenly felt that the wisdom of the ancients was far above a thousand years. There is no need for thousands of troops, no need for short-handed combat. Just a few stones, a few pieces of broken porcelain, can charm people's hearts. When he was at Dongyao Inn, he had nothing to do, and he had also carefully studied the formation, and now it was just right to come in handy!

Cold sweat was dripping down from his forehead, and Sima Jin held on to his breath to stabilize his figure, and after laying out most of the formation, he was exhausted.

The crossbow was still stuck in his shoulder, and the blood was half-congealed, but the pain was still piercing.

Sima Jin held the crossbow arrow exposed in one hand, held the edge of the table with the other, carefully observed the position of the deer, and then pushed the table, staggering and slowly leaning over.

He wasn't afraid that Yan Qinghong would pay attention, and if he did, he wouldn't be able to think of what he was doing at all, but Sima Jin was still a beginner, and if he was disturbed, there was a chance that this formation would fail.

Bamboo accepted my hints, and kept scolding, these earth-shattering sentences attracted most of Yan Qinghong's attention, and Bamboo's face was beaten seven or eight times because of this, making it blue and purple.

Seeing that Yan Qinghong raised his hand again, Sima Jin gritted his teeth, made a strong effort with his five fingers, and pulled out the bow and crossbow from his shoulder with blood and flesh in the "brush".

The pain was overwhelming, my mind was white, my eyes were black, my legs went soft, and the whole person fell to the ground with a "bang".

With a laugh, I silently dropped the bolt in my hand on the carpet beside me.

There was a soft sound, as if from the void.

There seemed to be an invisible light enveloping Twilight, and his hand froze in mid-air, his expression showing a hint of confusion.

Sima Jin jumped up and ran to Xiao Ba's side, holding down the wound with one hand, and quickly unraveling his acupoints with the other.

"Your Highness!" Bamboo was in tears, and his hands were just ordinary iron chains, and he recovered his martial arts, and he broke it in one fell swoop.

He also wanted to remove Sima Jin's shackles, but Sima Jin shook his head to stop: "It's too late, the formation can only confuse him for a while, and jump out of the window immediately!" ”

However, before the two of them could act, Yan Qinghong's voice came from behind him,

"Where do you want to go?"

Zhuzi looked at Sima Jin with wide eyes, "Didn't you say that there will be a while!" ”

Sima Jin gave a helpless look back, "It's only for a while, only!" ”

The eye contact between the two only happened in a few breaths, and Yan Qinghong stretched out his lewd claws, and he was about to catch the two who were desperately climbing through the window.

Listening to the sound of "Qiang", the long sword was unsheathed and was knocking on the silver bracelet on Yan Qinghong's wrist.

The bamboo was slightly stunned, but Sima Jin reacted quickly, pulled up the bamboo, and quickly turned over the window.

Yan Qinghong watched as the two stunning beautiful men slipped away from his hand like this, and he jumped like thunder. He was about to come back to his senses, catch the thief who disturbed his spring night and torture him in every way, turned around and looked quietly, only to see a white light suddenly explode in front of him.

"Ahh He screamed loudly, trying to order someone to arrest him, but he smelled another bitter smell in the air, and then he found that he could not make a sound, so he could only wait for death.

This scream did not attract the attention of the people on duty outside the hospital.

"Well, did you think something was going on inside!" One spoke cautiously. It was the first time he had been transferred to guard the owner's yard today, and when he heard the screams in the house, he couldn't help but panic.

The other swallowed and gave him a blank look, "You know what." Seeing the latter's eyes, he asked with a smile, "New here?" ”

The man nodded.

"Heh," the other person beckoned to him, "I don't know, the so-called "Gui Qi Bai Feng came from, but also refers to the Yuxiao City Tower"! Inside, it's drying firewood! ”

The man suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, his cheeks were slightly red, and the words "no matter what" were just right.

It's just that after a while, the man's nose suddenly moved, and he asked the person next to him with a shy face: "But, the smell of this dry firewood is a little ......?"

Both of them turned their heads.

I saw that Yan Qinghong's dormitory was already on fire.

The fire was so big, but it couldn't completely cover the pale faces of the two. The person who was in a hurry to recite the poem reacted first, and immediately turned his head and wanted to run out to find someone to put out the fire.

Hearing only the sound of "bang", Chu Ye, who was dressed as a guard of Forget Huan Villa, held a wooden stick in his hand and gave the man a hard blow.

She sneered, "Let's rest!" ”

Chu Ye's condensed eyes looked at the fire that rose to the sky, she believed that Xi Hui had made all the preparations, and whoever came to check would only come up with a result of "careless guards and accidental water walking".

Yan Qinghong has done a lot of evil, if this fire can burn him to death, it can be regarded as eliminating harm for the people!

Chu Ye threw the big wooden stick aside casually, and ran away quickly while no one had arrived.

On the other side, Zhuzi probably saw that Sima Jin was dying, so he turned around and directly carried him on his back, and directly swept out of the light.

Bamboo's self-aware martial arts are even worse than Yan Qinghong, and if you carry a person, you can't run Yan Qinghong for a while.

Just thinking like this, a light suddenly came to the side, with the sound of the whistling wind, it was the Xue Qing that my Sima Jin had returned.

"I'll ride the horse." Sima Jin immediately laughed, pushed the bamboo, flipped from his back to Xueqing's back, grabbed the reins with one hand and shouted: "Drive!" ”

Zhuzi glanced at Sima Jin with a little worry, but he didn't stop him, and he only rushed desperately towards the back mountain.

Sima Jin felt that his head was a little groggy, his hands covered his shoulders and he never put it down, and his fingers were full of blood. The other hand could not let go of the reins, the iron chains between the wrists were stretched straight, and the horses were bumpy, and blood stains were faintly visible.

I can't fall off now, it's all because I'm holding my breath.

The two of them felt that their luck was not bad, and after running for a cup of tea, they returned to the mountain pass from the back mountain, and Yan Qinghong did not catch up.

Sima Jin couldn't stand it, slowed down his horse, pointed ahead and said, "There are your own people in that forest, go there........."

"Your Highness!" Bamboo hurriedly scooped Sima Jin up from mid-air, "Why did you fall off?" You okay?! ”