Di Fei took a breath of true anger, and there was an immediate sharp pain in his chest, and his face was pale in an instant, revealing iron blue, and there was no trace of human color. He had to close his eyes, use all his willpower to restrain his urge to kill, and try his best to collect the true qi that was suddenly rampaging in his body and put it back in place.

A little male pet, but he did what all his strong enemies couldn't do, and angered him to the point of almost going crazy.

His whole body trembled violently, and he kept shouting loudly in his heart, calm, calm, ignore him. He is a small person, and he doesn't have to lose his square inch for him.

Yu Qi said that he didn't want to take revenge and kill Han, but rather, he was afraid that the overheated killing intent and anger would make him no longer able to control the boiling true qi.

However, even so, the extreme anger in his heart still gave him the urge to go crazy.

This man, he, he, he, how dare he......

What is he, with such an unremarkable appearance at first sight, such an unbearable body, he dares to run to ** him so shamelessly and without self-knowledge.

Who did he think Di Fei was, and who did he think he was?

Di Fei was so angry that he wanted to scream angrily, but for some reason, when he was extremely angry, he still had a feeling of wanting to laugh loudly.

Ah Han saw Di Fei's whole body trembling, and nodded with satisfaction, alas, it turns out that the bunch of Tanmei novels are all true, Xiao Attack's emotional persistence is really incredible, just a little kiss, he will be excited like this, if it is more intimate......

Di Fei reluctantly put the scattered true qi into the meridians, and slowly opened his eyes to see into Han's eyes that were so pure that there was not a trace of impurities. The young man in front of him had a smile on his face, and he happily asked again, "Can you take it lightly now?" ”

Such pure joy and happiness made Di Fei suddenly stunned for a moment. He was never sure whether this young man was deliberately teasing him, or if he was really stupid enough to take anything impossible, but such a pair of eyes, this kind of baby-like purity, made his suddenly raised hand hesitate for a moment, and did not fall.

The powerful internal force has long been condensed, and the golden stone can be opened in the palm of the hand, not to mention that this is just flesh and blood. However, why did he pause in the air, to say that he Blood Shura Di Fei would have an unbearable heart, that was even he himself who didn't believe it. However, this palm did not hit after all, but if he didn't retaliate, how could he be reconciled with this depression and hatred, even he himself was unwilling.

He opened his eyes, waved his palms, and paused his hands, but it was only a matter of a moment, and the unprovoked hesitation in his heart only lasted for a short time.

If he is asked to think about deciding whether to kill or not, maybe even he himself does not know what the outcome will be. Because before this thought was finished, a respectful call came from outside the garden gate: "Master! ”

Di Fei raised his eyebrows, anger and murderous intent quietly overflowed between heaven and earth, he had already said before he came in, no one was allowed to disturb without his greeting. Could it be that since he had this monster Han, his subordinates have to learn to make him unhappy one by one, and he still feels that he has really become a living bodhisattva, merciful, and sweeping the floor without hurting the lives of ants.

As if sensing that a crisis was coming, the man standing in front of the gate of the garden said in time: "We have found him." ”

Di Fei's body was shocked, and then he turned around suddenly, because the movement of turning around was very fast, bringing a gust of wind, because he thought that Ah Han who was in front of him was in the way, and pushed with his hand, Ah Han was already dizzy in response. He touched his head and shook his head, but saw Di Fei's eyes burst out with an incomparably agitated light, his fists were unconsciously clenched in his body, and his voice was also unconcealably nervous: "Is it him?" ”

The man in front of the door nodded silently.

"Let's go!" After a neat word, Di Fei's people had arrived outside the garden gate.

Only then did Han come to his senses and said loudly, "Master, you haven't promised me yet?" ”

Di Fei was stunned when he saw the figure about to fly, and looked back at Han, his face was obviously impatient, and his eyes were vicious: "If you have the heart to intercede for them, then bear some sin for them." There were a hundred and sixteen men, and you knelt down for a hundred and sixteen hours, and I spared them. ”

Before the words fell, his person was nowhere to be seen.

Di Fei didn't know that if he wanted to make Han work for 116 hours, Han might abandon 116 lives. However, if it's as simple as kneeling and nothing else is needed, then it's not impossible to think about it.

Ah Han didn't know either, as soon as Di Fei left, he ordered people to go and lock up those people who were locked up, according to their status, the severity of the crime, and selectively released them for pardon, as for whether Ah Han knelt or not, in fact, it no longer mattered.

However, Ah Han is more realistic, and he will do what he says, and he can't understand it when he is scheming, playing tricks, making tricks, and telling big lies.

So, he really knelt for one hundred and sixteen hours, no one to supervise, no one to take responsibility, no one to persecute. He just felt that if he wanted to get it, he should pay for it, and all this was taken for granted. Therefore, whether the sun is like fire, whether the night wind hits the body, whether the body is numb, whether the knees are pricked by thousands of needles, whether it is prostration, powerlessness and dying, pain, sorrow, anger, injustice, these emotions cannot even ripple at all.

As for a bunch of people who have nothing to do with him, whether they will be grateful to him for reciprocating him, this kind of question is not something that he, a lazy person, will bother to consider.

His body is the same as that of ordinary people, and he has not even practiced martial arts. If it weren't for his super willpower and spiritual strength, even if he had the great idea of sacrificing his life to save people, he would definitely not be able to hold on.

Even so, after he knelt for one hundred and sixteen hours, he immediately fell seriously ill for more than a month before he slowly recovered.

Fortunately, after this turmoil, the people sent to serve him did not dare to be inconsiderate and took care of him wholeheartedly. He was treated by the best doctors, and the best medicine was used to nourish his body, and he gradually got better.

His little garden also began to liven up, and many people came to the door from time to time, and still received gifts regularly.

However, most of the guests who come to the door now are Di Fei's concubines and male pets, and what they send is no longer precious property, but often a few beautiful flowers, some delicious snacks, or small dishes cooked by Mrs. XX herself, some good medicine for the body, and some delicate but not very valuable knick-knacks.

The guests who came were even more enthusiastic and everyone knew each other, shouting when they met, big brother, brother, everyone said that they were all brothers and sisters. As soon as I saw that he was about to get up, I hurriedly stopped him, don't get up, my body is not well, don't go through the wind.

This is just a kind word, Ah Han is serious, he happens to be too lazy to deal with the guests, this time he simply can't even afford the bed, just sit up in the quilt, across the bed tent, as he used to deal with the guests in a daze, every other time, just respond.

These guests never asked him to do anything, but he especially liked to sit down and chat. Everyone seems to be extremely close to Han, and everyone treats him with heart, and everyone seems to be eager to tell Han's history from birth to the present, when they met the owner, when they were accepted by the owner, how to follow the owner sincerely, and how to serve the owner over the years.

However, it is inevitable to talk about how special Han is to the owner, and how much the owner cares about and loves Han. How much they admire this, how happy they are for the owner, how single-minded, and hope to be close to Arhand, and together they will do their best to take better care of the owner.

These words were all in the left ear and out of the right ear, and he coped with them through the bed tent.

Talking only when Han, this fool is really a pat on the back and forget about his own few taels, really calmly accepted all the praise, every time at this time, eight out of ten will make a look of righteous indignation: "It's a pity, recently, the owner of the village has been entangled by that demon, and it is just that he has snubbed us, and he even let you go." ”

The other two did not put their anger in the form of color, then more will indifferently seem to talk casually, recently the owner of the village sent something priceless to Yiyuan, yesterday the owner of the village gave the master something, now the owner of the village has been staying there for the tenth consecutive day, and then seems to suddenly remember to ask: "Brother Han, since you are sick, has the owner of the village come to see you?" A few days ago, the man was not in good health, and the owner of the farm watched over him day and night for three or four days. The owner has always loved you, and he must not lose to him. ”

Regardless of the language technique used, it is clear that there is only one purpose.

It's a pity that Ah Han is sluggish and lazy, with a thick bed tent as a cover, he can sit and sleep generously, and after only one out of ten sentences from the guests, and more than a full month has passed, after a cadre of people who take turns to come here every day to be guests, etc., all of them show fatigue, everyone is hoarse, everyone has red eyes, buoyant eating disorders, and several people who come to visit him have fallen ill, and he can barely combine one or two sentences that he occasionally hears every time to understand one or two things.

The owner has a new favorite, and he has a rival.