Zhang Xiangyuan put his hand on the wall, and secretly looked at the ghostly masked man walking in front of him out of the corner of his eye.

There was not a glimmer of light in the passageway, the surrounding air smelled of pond algae, and with every step, it was as if you had stepped on a viscous liquid, and the squeaky sound of the pitch change gave goosebumps all over your body.

Trying to control the feeling of nausea and nausea, Zhang Xiangyuan stretched his neck, and saw that there was already some faint light in front of him, and the heart that had just been put down was instantly raised.

"Here we are."

The masked man suddenly spoke, scaring Zhang Xiangyuan so much that he almost jumped up, "Yes, yes!" It's good to arrive, it's good to arrive. ”

The masked man didn't respond, but just stretched out his hand without squinting, raised the torch and knocked on the stone door at the end of the passage.

I saw a dull thud from the heavy stone door, and then slowly slid open to the right.

The masked man turned to look at Zhang Xiangyuan, as if he was out of focus, then lowered his head and took the lead in getting through the stone door.

Zhang Xiangyuan was at a loss by the glance he had just seen, and when he turned his gaze away, he hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeves tremblingly, clenched his fists again, and silently rehearsed the words he had thought of in his heart, and then entered the door together.

The heavy stone wall without a single seam encloses a spacious but cold underground secret room, and in the empty room, only the torches in the corners of the wall emit a faint light, which is swayed by the wind that blows from nowhere, and the blue-green flames loom in the background, which looks very strange.

"Master, people have brought it."

The masked man who led the way clasped his hands into fists and whispered, his head hanging low, Zhang Xiangyuan saw this, and hurriedly followed suit.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

The figure sitting in the dark spoke coldly, and the face with the light behind it could not be seen really, but it could be heard from the voice that the old age was rough and dull.

Seeing that the masked man next to him didn't speak, Zhang Xiangyuan immediately reacted that he was asking him, "Back to the master, small, small ......"

I had already rehearsed countless drafts but couldn't think of a word when I came to the end, feeling the coercion from the front, Zhang Xiangyuan stammered for a long time and still couldn't say a complete sentence, "Small...... That one...... Gambling house give, give...... To give...... Often...... That often ......"

A piece of jade slammed into his head, Zhang Xiangyuan only felt a buzzing in his head, and subconsciously fell to his knees on the ground, his face was pale and he didn't dare to make any more sound.

"Go on," the dark shadow in the shadows withdrew his hand, his voice full of impatience and cruelty, "and said well. ”

"Yes, yes......" was too frightened, Zhang Xiangyuan stammered again, but quickly reacted, and quickly turned over from a kneeling position to kneeling on the ground, and slapped his face twice with his hand, "The little one is damned, the small one will be changed immediately, and the little one will be changed immediately!" ”

Seeing that the person in front of him did not speak, he just slowly rubbed his hand lightly on a board that looked like a dead man's tablet, and he didn't look angry.

Zhang Xiangyuan breathed a sigh of relief, although his hands and feet were still weak, he had finally calmed down.

"Go on."

The hoarse voice sounded again, Zhang Xiangyuan swallowed his saliva, didn't care about wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, and according to the previous plan, he began to add fuel and vinegar to Jiang Fenghao's design to take away the rich gambling house, and did not forget to intersperse various adjectives in the middle to explain how cunning and shameless Jiang Fenghao was.

"That's the way it is, the little one was also caught off guard, if it weren't for this, Jiang Fenghao wouldn't have taken advantage of the loophole." With his hands propped on the ground, Zhang Xiangyuan howled a few times, and his red eyes made a sad and ashamed look, "The rich gambling house also has the owner's hard work in it, can't you just let the surnamed Jiang take it away for nothing...... I beg the master to be the master of the little one! ”

"Jiang, Feng, Hao!" The person known as the master gritted his teeth and said, and with a wave of his hand, he swept everything in his hand to the ground, "It's you doing my good thing again!" ”

The things on the table fell all over the ground with a sonorous bang, and one of the round things rolled all the way to Zhang Xiangyuan, Zhang Xiangyuan looked down, and was almost scared to the point of urine.

The round thing on the ground, one white and the other black, was actually a human eye with blood still stained!

"Ahh

A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and the person in the shadows shouted coldly, "Shut up! ”

How did this guts fool get the rich casino? It's all rubbish!

"The little one should be damned, beg the master to spare his life!"

Compared with the eyes of a dead man, Zhang Xiangyuan was more afraid of the so-called 'master' on the throne, and as soon as he drank it like this, the whole person was immediately soaked in cold sweat, and he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands and surrendered to the ground.

The man on the throne closed his eyes and raised his hand and waved, "You go down first, I will send someone to inform you of anything." ”

"Yes, the little one." Zhang Xiangyuan was relieved, and hurriedly kowtowed a few times to the front.

The person in the dark barely pulled out a smile, but his eyes were full of anger, and he whispered to the masked man next to him, "Send Zhang Dongjia back, remember to be 'good at hospitality', don't slack off." ”

"Yes." The man in black replied in a deep voice, turned around and led Zhang Xiangyuan away.

The stone door closed again, and the person in the dark stood up suddenly, "Dispose of everything in the gambling house as soon as possible, and don't leave any traces." ”

"Understood." Several men in black who were half-kneeling on the ground answered in a deep voice, took a few steps back, and slowly sank into the darkness.

His gaze fell into the distance, and the figure sat back in his chair, his hands on the armrests, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he said hatefully, "You want to fight with me?" Jiang Fenghao, Jiang Fenghao, let you get away with it last time. This time, you don't want to live anymore! ”

………………

"Aunt Seventeen~~~~~"

The pronunciation of the child character was so long that it took two circles, and finally 'released from prison' Princess Jinghe, who was allowed to come out and let go of the wind, burst into tears, and rushed into Fengzhu Yayuan like a gust of wind.

He Xiaoqiao, who was baking egg cakes in the kitchen, was still holding a spatula in his hand, and he was almost squeezed dry by her hug, "Let it go...... Let go ......"

She's out of breath!

Jiang Fenghao, who happened to come over to wait for dinner, saw this, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and grabbed Jinghe's collar and threw it back, completely ignoring the slightest uncle and nephew, and shot quickly, ruthlessly and accurately.

So He Xiaoqiao, who had just been liberated from the clutches of the devil, was fortunate to witness the high-risk joyful scene when the eldest princess screamed and drew a perfect parabola in the air with her body, and then was accurately hung on the branch of the tung tree tree that was a lot higher in the courtyard next door.

"Hey......" The corners of his mouth twitched, He Xiaoqiao squinted at Jiang Fenghao, who was stealing pancakes next to him, and finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, "Are you two really related?" ”

Ordinary uncles would also use their nieces as paper airplanes to play with like this?

Jiang Fenghao's mouth was stuffed with food, and he thought seriously for a long time when he heard this, "...... There should be. ”

“……”

What is called what should be, you are decisively the ruthless uncle in the center of the legend, hey!

"Don't worry, you can't die." Jiang Fenghao stretched out his arm and hung it on He Xiaoqiao's shoulder, and took a bite of cucumber with a bite of egg cake disappreciatively, "It's very accurate to throw people for your husband, Jing and a few of them know it, so don't worry." ”

“……”

Do you want to show your shooting skills and go straight to the NBA national treasure or do you want to show that your family is all kinds of iron, and throwing people up trees is a sign of compatriot love?

He Xiaoqiao looked up at him silently, with a serious and serious expression, "In the future, if you have itchy hands and want to throw people, please go out and turn left and go straight to find one, don't think about me, thank you!" ”

She doesn't have the kind of romantic cell that wants to 'hang herself on the southeast branch' for the time being, she can go up the tree to see the scenery, just move the ladder and climb it up by herself, and take a shortcut, which is definitely not suitable for a timid person like her.

Jiang Fenghao laughed and patted He Xiaoqiao's right shoulder with his hand, "Don't worry, lady, your husband hasn't lost his heart to that point." ”

…… You're already going crazy by now.

Looking up at Jing He, who was still trembling and hanging on the branches and didn't dare to move, and then glared at the initiator who didn't want to save people without stopping at all, He Xiaoqiao, who felt that the world was too terrible, sighed, unbuttoned his apron and walked out of the kitchen, looking for someone to rescue the poor princess.

"Aunt Seventeen!"

Jinghe, who had long forgotten that he had just been perfectly knocked out, couldn't wait to run to He Xiaoqiao's side as soon as he came down from the tree, "Aunt Seventeen, I'm so miserable!" ”

Inexplicably, he was thrown by his uncle and hung on a tree, indeed...... Some lives are miserable.

His right hand was hugged tightly by Jinghe, and He Xiaoqiao reached out sympathetically and patted her shoulder, "Don't cry, I understand your suffering." ”

"Aunt Seventeen, let Uncle Seventeen take me in, I don't want to go back and copy a thousand-word text!" Jinghe was teary-eyed, hugging He Xiaoqiao's arm and refusing to let go.

1,000 words?!

Wait a minute! Something seems wrong......

"Didn't you throw you away in Qijiang Feng Hao...... Uh, the thing about hanging on the tree? ”

"Why are you angry?" Jinghe looked surprised, and then waved his hand very calmly, "I was thrown by Uncle Seventeen since I was a child, and I don't feel it for a long time." ”

…… Girl, you're such a man!

seemed to be very satisfied with He Xiaoqiao's shocked appearance, and temporarily forgot that he was very 'hard' and continued to break the news with great interest, "Don't look at Uncle Seventeen, who is usually smiling, once he is provoked, he will never talk about it." Speaking of this, Jinghe suddenly looked relieved, then lowered his voice and secretly bit He Xiaoqiao's ear, "Although I was not less disciplined by Uncle Seventeen when I was a child, but the emperor's brother was even worse, I heard that he was once shaved off and threw his eyebrows into the moat for a long time, and he didn't dare to come out to meet people for more than a month!" ”

I didn't realize at all that I had shaken out the secret history of the royal family, and the eyes of the new generation of 'Brother Pit Brother' were shining, and she seemed to worship Jiang Fenghao's royal spirit to the extreme.

As for He Xiaoqiao, who was forced to listen to the history of the dark for a long time, he was a little speechless and reached out and touched his neck, there was always a creepy feeling that he would be cut off by the royalists in the next second.

Talking about all kinds of troubles in broad daylight is definitely a deadly rhythm!

The ...... "Why don't we go back and talk behind closed doors?"

The hinting eyes were thrown one after another, but unfortunately Jinghe, who was overly excited, didn't see it at all, and couldn't help but raise his voice when he was happy, "There are more!" Aunt Seventeen, you don't know, the emperor ......"

The emperor is big!

He Xiaoqiao quickly covered her mouth with a hand that could move freely, ignoring Jing He's protesting eyes, and calmly proposed, "...... Let's go back and have breakfast first. ”

If she continues to 'have' more, her little life may really have to be explained here!