Wang Biao was overjoyed when he heard this: this person is extraordinary, looking at the world, I am afraid that there are few people who are his opponents, if this person is my office, what kind of big gang and small faction, none of them are the opponents of the cottage, if he helps, the young master will also be afraid of me.

Wang Biao thought in his heart, but said in his mouth: "Oh, being a mountain bandit is a day of licking blood from the knife edge, are you really willing? With your skills, you will also be able to make great achievements in Chaoting."

Shen Junchen sighed: "Don't mention it, I understand these days as a servant, doing things under those officials, it is all you who is wrong, and the credit is all him, and he will not come out of the day." I'm also tired of that kind of errand with one board and one eye, didn't I just steal the sweat-blooded BMW and the Qinglong Sword from the prefect of Hanzhou, and prepare to present it to the owner of the village as a meeting gift."

Wang Biao looked at the sword in his hand, and immediately smiled: "I heard that the prefect was stolen in the afternoon, it turned out to be Brother Shen's doing, I won't tell you, I am the bandit leader Wang Biao, today I went to Hanzhou County to celebrate the birthday of an old friend, but I didn't expect to be ambushed here, and I have to kill him when I find out."

Shen Junchen saw Wang Biao's identity, hugged his fists and said, "Please accept Shen, Shen will do his best to serve the owner of the village!"

Wang Biao laughed when he heard this, walked up to Shen Junchen and held his hand and said, "You saved my and Xiao Ran's lives today, I am willing to marry you as brothers with different surnames, and in the future, if I have a bite to eat, Brother Shen will have a bite to eat."

Shen Junchen gave his hand again: "To be able to become brothers with the owner of the village, Shen's life is enough, the eldest brother is above, please accept the younger brother!"

Shen Junchen was about to kneel down when he was moved, but Wang Biao hurriedly grabbed him: "You and I will be brothers from now on, there is no need to make this big gift, I will catch the wind and wash the dust for you in the house tonight, and then make a bow!"

When the two were talking, the sweaty BMW had already arrived, and Shen Junchen took the horse: "Big brother, please get on the horse!"

Wang Biao glanced at Li Xiaoran and asked, "Xiaoran, can you still walk?"

Li Xiaoran cried and said with a sad face, "Uncle, the child can't stand up!"

Shen Junchen walked over and glanced at Li Xiaoran, Li Xiaoran looked embarrassed, and reached out to cover somewhere under his crotch.

Li Xiaoran's legs were full of injuries, but they didn't affect his movements, but his pants were also cut to shreds, and the clothes below his waist were all rags, Li Xiaoran was almost naked with his lower body, and he was embarrassed to stand up.

Shen Junchen glanced at the black-clothed man on the ground without a trace, and gave a thumbs up in his sleeve.

Shen Junchen took off his coat, draped it on Li Xiaoran, stretched out his hand to help him up and asked, "Can you still walk?"

Wang Biao led the horse and walked over: "This is my wife's nephew Li Xiaoran, let's bow to each other, you are his elder, you can call him Xiaoran in the future."

As he spoke, he said to Li Xiaoran, "Call him Second Master in the future."

Li Xiaoran looked Shen Junchen up and down, frowned, and said, "Uncle, he is about the same age as me, is it more appropriate for me to call him Brother Shen?"

"Bastard, you call him Brother Shen, and I also call him Brother Shen, so you and I are also brothers? I don't have a brain!"

Wang Biao scolded and threw Li Xiaoran on the horse, and the three of them walked towards the cottage in the direction of Qingyun City.

At the beginning of Qingyun City, there were almost no pedestrians on the road, and at this time, two carriages were driving towards Xicheng one after the other, and the carriage in front of it was rolling and creaking, which was particularly harsh in the silent night, so I didn't know that there was a carriage behind me.

Immediately in the car, Qin Feng's servant asked again, "Young Master, are you really going to burn down the old mansion?" Let the eldest lady know that I burned down the old mansion with you, and I will kill the villain, can you change it to someone else?"

At present, he can't control what the master wants to do, but he understands that if the master regrets it in the future, he will definitely be the first to push him out and get angry, and even kill him.

But this is Qin Feng's only way to live, how can he still manage the old mansion now? It's important to save your life first.

Listening to the servant's repeated questions, Qin Feng was very impatient: "Am I your master or is the eldest lady your master?" Who the hell are you listening to? I don't say it, you don't say it, who knows if we burned it? What a pig brain!"

The servant was scolded, did not dare to speak again, and concentrated on driving the carriage.

Qin Feng's carriage stopped outside the old mansion, and the two got out of the carriage and headed left in the alley

Looking to the right, seeing that there was no one around, Qin Feng beckoned, and the servant lifted the bucket with torches.

"Hurry up," Qin Feng urged.

Qin Feng took the torch, and the servant took out the fire fold from his arms, gently blew the fire fold and lit it, and put it on the torch in Qin Feng's hand, and suddenly a raging fire ignited, instantly illuminating the dark alley.

Qin Feng threw the fire into the house with all his might, and the courtyard suddenly burned, Qin Feng lit two more, and was about to throw the last one, when he saw the courtyard door open, and more than a dozen people came out of it.

"Whoever set the fire outside, catch him!" The people who came out were also holding torches, and they were the two that Qin Feng threw in.

Qin Feng didn't have time to think about it and fled in a panic, but he stepped on the bucket containing the torch, stumbled, and fell into a dog eating.

The clothes were full of oil, and seeing the power of the fierce fire oil, Qin Feng was afraid that he would set himself on fire, so he quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the carriage, not caring whether the house was on fire or not.

"Quick, let's go." Qin Feng Cui is a domestic servant.

The person who came out of it saw Qin Feng's carriage under the courtyard wall and shouted, "The person who set the fire is there, catch him quickly, don't let him run away!"

The servant turned his horse's head and fled on the other side.

On another carriage parked around the corner, Fan Chen asked puzzledly, "Is this kid's brain caught in the door?" Why did you set fire to your house?"

Ling Feng took his words: "You must have wanted to burn the cotton inside, fortunately, you had already shipped it away, and if you let him light it, we will lose a lot."

Then he looked at Zhao Qianqian and added: "Sister, I'll just say that he can't be trusted, don't let him stay in the future camp in the future, leaving this kind of person will be a scourge sooner or later."

Zhao Qianqian didn't say anything, and said to the driver, "Go and follow."

"How did you know he was coming to set the fire?" Fan Chen and Ling Feng looked at Zhao Qianqian at the same time and asked.

Zhao Qianqian wrote lightly: "It's just curious, I saw Qin Feng on the street in the afternoon, sneakily carrying a bucket of fierce fire oil, so I want to see what he is going to do."

"How did you know he was coming to burn down the old house? I also had people prepare for fire prevention inside." Fan Chen and Ling Feng asked at the same time.

Zhao Qianqian raised his eyebrows: "Guess, what do you think, what did he do before?" Is it right to charge protection money? How easy the work is, and he is still supported by his ancestors, and now that he is allowed to work in the mountains all day long, he must be dissatisfied with the future camp, so he wants to burn down the future camp, so that everyone will be homeless, and he will be living on the streets, and he will be able to collect protection money."

The two gave a thumbs up and said in unison, "Makes sense!"

Fan Chen still couldn't figure it out, and asked again, "Why didn't he go and burn the warehouse, he had to come all the way to burn his house, isn't this sick?"

Zhao Qianqian and Ling Feng glanced at him at the same time: "You just know?"

Ling Feng said, "Sister, you shouldn't have sent someone to put out the fire in Qin Feng's house, you should let him burn it, anyway, there is nothing in it, and there is no loss to us."

Zhao Qianqian lifted the curtain and pointed to the houses on the street: "Look, these are all made of wood, if the fire is strung out, the entire Xicheng will be burned to ruins."

Zhao Qianqian is not a bad person, but if it really burns up, it will inevitably harm the neighborhood and hurt the innocent.

Qin Feng thought that the old mansion had succeeded in setting fire to it, and was about to go to the warehouse to set it on fire, but there were no torches at the moment, only his clothes soaked in fierce fire oil.

Qin Feng asked the servant to take off his clothes and put them on himself, but the servant only had one undershirt left, driving the carriage, shivering from the cold.

"Ahh Ahh Less, young master, it's too cold this day, why don't we go back and add some clothes and go again, yes, yes! Ahh Won't it?" The servant wiped his nose and sneezed constantly, and it seemed that he would be seriously ill if he did not freeze to death.

Qin Feng scolded, "Wear a fart, is your life important? Or does my life matter? Hurry up, you missed my business, and I want your dog's life!"

"Ahh Yes."

The servant shrunk and drove the carriage desperately.

It was supposed to take half an hour in the carriage, but the servants were so cold that they wanted to go back early to get dressed, so it only took half an hour.

The two of them drove the carriage directly to the gate of the warehouse and raised their hands

Knock on the door.

"You two don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Qin Feng seemed to hear the question of the messenger of hell, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind his servants.

The servant had nowhere to hide, his body trembled like chaff, and he stammered when he spoke: "Going, on, on fire, for."

There was silence.

In the middle of the night, Qin Feng poked his head out from behind the servant and saw Ling Feng standing in front of a carriage, staring at him. Shrunk his head and walked out from behind the servant, laughing more ugly than crying: "Hehe, Xicheng is on fire, let's call someone to put out the fire!"

As he spoke, he tugged the servant's back, and the servant came back to his senses: "Yes, we are here to call people."

Ling Feng clasped his hands in front of his chest and said lazily, "Burn it, burn it, there is no place there for a long time."

Qin Feng hurriedly asked, "Are you mistaken? Isn't there cotton and cow's hoof vine there?"

"I moved out a few days ago, and it has been bounced into quilts and distributed to everyone, do you want to go in and have a look?" Ling Feng asked as usual.

"No, no, but what if my house burns down?" Qin Feng thought that the house was burning, you have to give me an explanation, right?

"Didn't you set the fire yourself? What else do I want to ask you?" Fan Chen lifted the curtain and asked.

"You nonsense, how could I set fire to my own house, don't spew blood." Qin Feng said as he pushed the servant into the carriage and fled quickly.

"Keep up!" Zhao Qianqian said to the coachman.

Sure enough, Qin Feng went to Jinfeng Hall and knocked on the door three times, two heavy and one light, someone came out to open the door, Qin Feng and the servants followed in, and the door was closed.

"What now?" Fanchen asked.

Zhao Qianqian got out of the carriage: "You guys are waiting for me here."

Zhao Qianqian got out of the carriage in front of the rouge water shop, came to the outside of the Jinfeng Hall wall, and climbed the big tree.

In the backyard of Kinfudo, there are a few lanterns lit around the courtyard, although they are not as bright as in the daytime, but the things in the courtyard can be seen clearly.

Qin Feng and the servants were standing in the middle of the courtyard, and the person who had just opened the door for them entered the West House, which was Tang Lin's room, and soon Tang Lin walked out and served two cups of tea to the person behind him.

When Qin Feng saw Tang Lin, he knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Xiang, save me, I only burned the house in Xicheng, and the warehouse in Nancheng was not burned, and it was discovered!"

Tang Lin changed his previous attitude and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay to burn it in one place, let's get up, drink a glass of water to suppress the shock, and it's nothing for you!"

Qin Feng heard that he was fine, and he was grateful to Dai De and kowtowed a few times: "My subordinates will go to the soup for the incense lord in the future, and I will not hesitate!"

As he spoke, he got up, took the teacup, and drank the water in one go, and when the servant saw that the master had drunk it, he also drank it in one go.

Seeing that the master and servant drank it, Tang Lin's face turned cold.

Qin Feng didn't notice Tang Lin's abnormality, and arched his hand and said, "Master Xiang, what else do you have to order?"

As soon as Qin Feng finished speaking, he suddenly stuck his neck with his hand, his eyes widened, his face turned red, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and then blood flowed from his nose and eyes.

Qin Feng stuck his neck with one hand and grabbed Tang Lin with the other, but unfortunately he couldn't take a single step, his hand was just stretched out, and he fell to the ground on all fours, and died of anger.

Immediately afterwards, the servant fell beside Qin Feng.

Tang Lin took out a white vial from his arms and scattered some white powder on the corpse, and in an instant, the two corpses began to emit white smoke, which soon turned into white foam, and after the white foam disappeared, only a stream of blood was left on the ground.

Qin Feng really disappeared to the point that there were no bones left.

Tang Lin snorted: "Hmph, there is not enough success, and there are more than failures, what's the use of keeping you?"

As soon as these words came out, Tang Lin felt as if someone had said this to him, and after thinking about it for a while, Zuo Protector also said the same thing to him in the morning.

Tang Lin was inexplicably a little irritable in his heart, frowned and glanced at the blood on the ground, and scolded again: "There is not enough success, but there is more than failure!"

Tang Lin entered the house, and the man who opened the door came out again, and drove to the back garden of Manxiang Garden on horseback.