readx;? Chapter 141: Clean up the old fox

Author: Skyrim Drive

Life is your own, how you want to die, when you want to die, according to your own will, end your life, and you don't blame anyone. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoBut if someone wants to force himself to death, Kazeran will not give in no matter what! No one can force his life but himself.

After a while, Pan'er came in and presented the dagger to the wind drench. After waiting for the plate to withdraw, Feng Ran raised his left hand and threw the snow dagger at the feet of Mr. Zhuang: "Mr. Annoyance picks it up." ”

Feng Dye ordered to take the snow dagger, and the manager of Zhuang thought that Feng Dye was preparing to cut himself. I feel that this is good, I have less responsibility, and Feng Ran still dies with dignity, which is better than being caught from the dungeon by Wei Yuanjun and humiliated to death.

Although Feng Ran's identity on the face is just a male pet, Manager Zhuang, like He Yue, has never regarded Feng Ran as a male pet. Even if Feng Ran is ruthless and has ordered the slaughter of the Wind Garden Guard, but Feng Ran is lonely and unruly, has a cold and indifferent temperament, acts in a bright and upright manner, has a frank and open heart, and dares to be a man who is worthy of his respect and even admiration.

Feng Ran threw the dagger at the feet of Mr. Zhuang, who was still weak after being injured by the wind and failed to hold the dagger with snow, and after picking it up, he respectfully handed it back to Mr. Ran.

Feng Ran smiled faintly: "This is for Mr. ......" Manager Zhuang was stunned, and Feng Ran continued: "...... If the gentleman wants me to die, he has to take my own life. ”

Manager Zhuang was stunned again, and he immediately thought: If he personally caused the wind to stain his life, I wonder if He Yue would kill him in a fit of anger? "Qingjun side" This is second only to rebellion, Manager Zhuang has done it once in his life, and that time, he lost all his family members and loved ones. He must not do this kind of thing again, and even if he does, he must hide behind the scenes and remain silent. However, Feng Ran pulled him out mercilessly, and pulled him out in broad daylight, "If you want to kill me, you have to do it yourself!"

Feng Ran got up from his chair and walked to Manager Zhuang: "This year, thanks to Mr. Zhuang taking more care of me, I gave Mr. a chance to kill me. Those soldiers outside are not worthy. ”

Manager Zhuang held the snow dagger and froze on the spot.

"Don't mention the past, the wind is the people of the mountains and rivers and lakes, and they should act according to the rules of the rivers and lakes. I will fight with Mr. Zhuang today, decide the winner, and decide life and death. If the wind is defeated, he will die without resentment, and if the gentleman loses, he must obey my command today. ”

"Dispatch the commander, what does the son want to do?" "There are a thousand infantry outside, and the soldiers are pressing the wind garden, could it be that the wind is still trying to resist?

"This is a later story, and after a while, when the wind dye wins Mr., Mr. will naturally know. Feng Ran said lightly, as if he had won.

Manager Zhuang was still hesitating: "The son is empty-handed?"

"Yes. Feng Ran used to be one of the top ten masters in the rivers and lakes, although he had lost his internal strength, his skills were still there, and he couldn't bully the weak with his husband. Feng Ran smiled slightly, and his tone was like a great master, a great grandmaster was ready to point out the younger generations.

Manager Zhuang quickly calculated in his heart. He has practiced some martial arts, but his practice is worse than He Yue's, and he has basically never touched anyone. Not to mention, he has made a move with the top ten masters in the rivers and lakes. However, the internal force of the wind dye was dissolved, even if the skill is still there, the move is useless, not to mention that the wind dye has just been hit the right shoulder, and the entire right arm can not move to make the force, so only one left hand is left, and the moves used are naturally incomplete, and the power is sharply reduced. And the wind has been sick for almost half a month, once near death, now the heat in the body has not subsided, the body is extremely weak, his chance of winning should be very great, right? ”

"Let's do it. ”

How to make a move? Manager Zhuang watched Feng Ran standing in front of him leisurely, and quickly aimed at Feng Ran a few times back and forth, didn't he say that there will be flaws in the master's martial arts competition? Where are the flaws in Feng Ran? The key, what are the flaws? It seems that Feng Ran is standing there quietly, waiting for him to insert the snow dagger in his hand into him! Okay, without looking for a flaw, just study where to insert the dagger! Insert the head and facial features in the door? It seems too blatant; Insert the heart and chest into the internal organs? It seems too cruel; Insert the joints of the limbs? It seems that you can't defeat the enemy with one move. With the ruthlessness of the wind, if you fight back, you will not be able to eat and walk away. Manager Zhuang thought for half a year before he held back a sentence: "Childe, are we fighting in culture or fighting in martial arts?"

"Huh. Feng Ran sneered: "Sir, you have heard too many rumors in the rivers and lakes. ”

This smile only made Manager Zhuang's old face red, and his momentum suddenly decreased.

Feng Ran raised his left hand, stroked it on his heart, and said with a slight smile: "Sir doesn't have to glance around on me, just stab here." People in the rivers and lakes, with their hands, fight for life and death. If I hurt my husband in a while, please don't blame him. ”

Manager Zhuang only felt that the small snow-containing dagger in his hand was extremely heavy. He had once fought with the imperial guards, but everyone did not have a deep hatred, and they still cared about each other's identities, and they did not make a ruthless move, how could he have experienced a big battle of life and death? Chief Zhuang suddenly thought, he is a strategist, why should he agree to follow the trend and dye the wheel knife and use the gun? The murderous act is really not suitable for the strategist to do it!

Feng Ran urged: "If Mr. doesn't make a move, Wind Dye will make a move." There are no friends in the field, and I will not give my husband any chance to fight back. After speaking, the left hand that was caressed in the heart of the heart fluttered and flickered, as if it was slowly imprinted on the heart of the chief manager.

With the dagger in his hand, the manager completely forgot what it was for, took a few steps back, and shouted, "Wait." When Mr. Zhuang came back to his senses, he saw that the palm of the wind was a few inches away from his chest, and Mr. Zhuang was sweating like rain: "Old man admits defeat!"

Feng Ran smiled lightly, took the snow dagger from Manager Zhuang's hand, slowly walked back to the bookcase, sat down again, and then sighed. Seeing the character of Chief Zhuang's strategist, he is used to calculating when encountering problems, and he can kill people like hemp, but his hands are reluctant to get bloody, so he calculates and calculates, and finally lacks the courage to stab out. After sitting down, Feng Ran said: "Since Mr. admits defeat, you must listen to me in today's affairs." ”

It is true that Mr. Zhuang does not have the ruthlessness of a knife that penetrates the wind and dyes his heart, and the ruthlessness of the literati and strategists is more ruthless, and he likes to kill people without seeing blood; and the ruthlessness of the Jianghu heroes is the real ferocity, and he pays attention to the use of a sword and a sword.

After admitting defeat, Manager Zhuang thought that his role in the Qingjun side was not great, even if he followed Feng Ran to stand on a front, the officers and soldiers of Weiyuan outside the Wind Garden and in the front hall and hall would never let go of Feng Ran, Feng Ran wanted to resist stubbornly, at most he just pulled some Feng Yuan Nursing Home to accompany the funeral, and in the end it was just to hit the stone with an egg, and it was impossible to change the result on the Qing Jun's side! Manager Zhuang asked: "What does the son want to be old?"

"Simple, whatever I do today, Mr. just stand behind me and don't say anything to stop me. ”

Chief Zhuang couldn't help but be a little afraid, last time, Feng Ran pushed the entire Wind Garden's courtyard to the front of the two armies to slaughter, this time, should Feng Ran not make the entire Wind Garden people rush up to resist the Weiyuan Army head-on, and take advantage of the chaos to escape, right? Feng Yuan has been besieged by the Weiyuan Army, He Yueyuan can't quench his thirst, what else can Feng Ran do?

Feng Ran said: "Presumably, the two leaders in the front hall are already waiting for the reply of the lord and other gentlemen. The gentleman can reply to him first, just say that I am crying in the back house, and if I refuse, I will die, and tell the two adults to wait a little longer. ”

"And then?" asked Mr. Zhuang. This delaying tactic is not clever, and it will not delay much time.

"Sir, let's sit with them first, and when they look impatient, he says that he will go back to the back house himself to persuade me to judge myself. Feng Ran said: "When Mr. accompanies the adults of Wei Yuanjun to sit for a while, I will ask someone to quietly pass on the order, and try to withdraw the nursing home and our people to the back house, and if it cannot be withdrawn, it will be of other use." When my husband returns to the back house, I will close the door of the back house and seal it with something. Feng Ran said so lightly, calmly and calmly, with a bamboo in his chest, and there was no panic about being killed at all.

"Childe wants to be trapped in the back house and wait for His Majesty to come to the rescue?"

Feng Ran said lightly: "This is my garden, I don't like it anymore, it's also my garden in name, whoever dares to invade, I will make him die without a place to be buried!"

"Gongzi wants to fight with them? We only have 300 guards, and there are only nearly 100 people in the back house, and most of them are old and weak, women and children, who have basically never practiced martial arts, how can they fight with their 1,000 infantry?" Although most of the four hundred guards in his garden were selected from the Iron Feather Army, their combat effectiveness was far from being comparable to Mao En's own soldiers who were killed from the pile of dead men on the northern battlefield. The number is outnumbered, the combat effectiveness is weak, how to fight this battle?

"Who said I'm going to fight them? I'm just going to kill them. Feng Ran said as if the 1,000 infantry were obediently lined up and waiting for him to slaughter: "When the gentleman returns to the back house, there will be nothing to do, just follow me." ”

Manager Zhuang couldn't guess what kind of medicine was sold in the wind-dyed gourd, so he only said: "Okay, the old man will go to the front hall to drag them." ”

"Wait," Feng Ran said: "When Mr. Annoyance leaves the palace, tell all the people in charge at the door, everyone in the garden today will listen to my orders, and there must be no disobedience!"

"Childe is the lord of the Wind Garden, and we should obey Childe's orders. ”

Feng Ran said coldly: "You are in charge of the affairs are Mr.'s subordinates, whether they listen to my orders, or prefer to listen to Mr.'s orders, Mr. knows better than me." I never said it, just because my husband was able to do things. Today's matter, Mr. did a bad job, and the follow-up solution is beyond Mr. Ability, so I asked Mr. to explain to the people in charge and give me power. ”

Manager Zhuang promised repeatedly, "Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Withdrawing from the dormitory, he passed the words of wind dye to the people, and then walked to the front hall, along the way, he only felt that his clothes were sweaty, and in the winter, he was already sweaty and heavy.