Text Season 5: Cold Gun Ruthless_ "Phantom Spear (5)" Chapter 98: Hinting with Heart

Last time, I said: In the Beijing Recruitment Hall, the night wind was cold, Yan Kuo was preoccupied, and Xu Yuan sat on the roof to chat with him. Yan Kuo's mouth was full of worried and frustrated words, Xu Yuan really couldn't help it, jumped down and scolded him, saying that he was no longer the Yan Kuo he knew before who was not afraid of any challenge and was full of heroism. After Xu Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and left, Yan Kuo was also ridiculed by him like this, he also punched the ground, and finally cleared his head.

Fang Xinyao tossed and turned in her room, unable to sleep at all. She tried to close her eyes, but her father kept coming to her mind. Fang Xinyao couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, she opened her eyes and sat up with the quilt suddenly. She clenched the quilt tightly with both hands, her palms were sweating, and she said to herself: "What happened tonight, why do I feel so uneasy, could it be that something is going to happen to my father?" Although Fang Xinyao has been in the capital for a while, with her cold and "glamorous" "sexual" personality, she is unwilling to talk to unfamiliar people. The people she is familiar with are only Jiang Feng, Wang Yixin, and Yan Kuo, and she is reluctant to contact the rest of the people in the Zhaoxian Pavilion. Perhaps, in her heart, at this moment, she hopes that that person can come and talk to her. But the irony is that the person she was thinking about was going to the prison with his father tomorrow, and maybe Fang Yan would be put to death.

It was very windy tonight, and Fang Xinyao could hear a trace of wind in the house. It was already cold in winter, she didn't want to go out, she got out of bed by herself, picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water to drink, she frowned slightly, sighed, and said: "Brother Jiang has been out for a while, and he hasn't come back yet." There is no new news in the capital, can Dad really be okay?" Fang Xinyao put down the cup and walked back to the 'bed', she lifted the sword with her hand, 'drawn' it away, and said to the sword: "Sword, sword, you were given to me by my father, if my father is gone, then you and I will cease to exist." It was the first time in her eyes that she had such determination, and it seemed that this time she had really made up her mind.

Liu Gongzi had just finished his work, and when he returned to the house, he unbuttoned his coat and hung it aside. The arrangement and hospitality in the past few days made him a little exhausted, Liu Gongzi looked at the Yuhan Sword on the table, he didn't want to touch it. Thinking wandering, Fang Xinyao's figure lingered in his mind, Liu Gongzi smiled bitterly a few times, and sighed to himself: "What is my trouble, I know that there is no result, I can always say a lot of words and reasons when I persuade Bingbing on weekdays, but when it comes to myself, there is no way." They all say that I am an all-round talent in cultural relics, heh, it's really ridiculous, and I can't even control my feelings. Liu Gongzi shook his head, and he said softly: "If I could choose, I would rather be born in an ordinary family and live the most ordinary life." Hand in hand with the people of Iraq, spend the 'spring', summer, autumn and winter together. He leaned on the head of the 'bed' and thought: I will go to the prison tomorrow, although the result is undecided, I will definitely be able to see Fang Yan. Even if Daddy doesn't kill Fang Yan tomorrow, Fang Yan will definitely not be able to escape from Daddy's palm. I also persuaded my father many times, but my father seemed to hate Fang Yan to the core, and wanted to put him to death. I wanted to have some room for redemption, but it seems that it is impossible. Once Daddy kills Fang Yan, Miss Fang, she will definitely hate us to the bone, even if she is not capable of avenging her father, I am afraid that I don't have to expect her to talk to me in this life. There are many good 'girls' in this world, and I know that as long as I am willing, there will be many girls who will consciously flock to me. But how can these rouge vulgar powders be compared to the frost of the girl.

Liu Gongzi's five fingers of his right hand lightly tapped the 'bed' board, and he didn't just miss his Yiren in his mind, so he naturally cared about the affairs of Zhaoxian Pavilion and Jiang Feng. Liu Gongzi thought again: Jiang Feng seems to have left the Zhaoxian Pavilion for a while, where did he go. Soon after the establishment of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, he went out twice, and he really stayed in the Zhaoxian Pavilion for less time than he spent outside. Even if he is just a newcomer to the rivers and lakes, he has been named the owner of the Zhaoxian Pavilion by the emperor, and he should not be ignorant of the general situation. Therefore, there is only one possibility for him to go out, and that is to recruit talents. Heh, Jiang Feng, Jiang Feng, sometimes, I have to say that your ideas are really too simple. A real capable person, how can you be a person who has just entered the rivers and lakes who can speak and move in a few words? A capable person, a martial arts master, either loves money, or loves etiquette, or has a strange temper, you have to match his vision and taste. If you blindly run outside the customs like this and wander around the Central Plains, I don't think you will gain much. After tossing for a long time, the strength of the Zhaoxian Pavilion has not increased much, but on the contrary, the prestige of you, the owner of the pavilion, may be weakened a lot. When the day of the final battle comes, you will surely be defeated at the 'Gate' of Death. The 'Gate' of Death is not just a 'Gate' faction of the rivers and lakes in the capital, the martial arts of the Wan family and his son are naturally their advantage, but there are many details that your Zhaoxian Pavilion can't run in in a short period of time. If you're willing to help Daddy, that's great. I don't know how many benefits the emperor has given you, you can make you do things for him so desperately, and the emperor also seems to trust Jiang Feng very much, which is too abnormal. With the emperor's current situation, he would not trust anyone, including Lu Jianfei. The reason why he said so much, I think he just wanted to make a final gamble, a gamble on luck. He doesn't have much chance of winning such a gamble, and in the end, I believe that my father will be able to successfully ascend to the position of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor, and you, Jiang Feng, will definitely become a prisoner. If you do it smartly, my father and I will also order the people of the 'door' of the dead place to spare you from dying, so that Bingbing will not be too sad and sad, and in time, I believe that Bingbing will also have a good result with you, but you yourself have suffered and lost face, so why bother. Toasting without eating and drinking is just to make trouble for yourself.

Liu Gongzi thought a lot, and it was quite comprehensive, analyzing the entire situation and possible future development trends. But there are some subjective things that he can't expect. Yan Kuo also has some prestige in the rivers and lakes, and it is completely okay to use his fame to recruit some chivalrous heroes in the rivers and lakes. Although Jiang Feng has not been out of the martial arts for a long time, he has also met many masters, Jiang Feng himself is kind-hearted and helpful, and he is also modest and kind. Therefore, he got acquainted with Feng Ding, the king of stick kings, and met the head of the 'Gate' Taixu Dao and Du Shaoyang, the proud disciple of the 'Gate' faction, the head of the No. 1 swordsmanship faction in the Central Plains Martial Arts. Although Jiang Feng's trip to recruit outside the customs was not smooth, after all, it still stabilized the hearts of some of the good players outside the customs who were already in the Zhaoxian Pavilion, although it did not increase, but at least it retained its original strength, and it can be regarded as consolidating the strength of the Zhaoxian Pavilion. Moreover, among them, Yue Xingchen and Guo Mofan are among the best masters among the young disciples outside the Guan, and Yan Kuo and Xu Yuan are the second and third places in the Central Plains Martial Arts Conference, and their strength is definitely not weak. Although the Wan father and son are extremely powerful, and the strategy and tacit understanding of the 'Gate' to deal with foreign enemies are also better than those of the Zhaoxian Pavilion, they also have internal instability. If things go well, then you can't find out, once it comes to the final moment of life and death, those disciples really don't necessarily have the heroes of the rivers and lakes who gather in the Zhaoxian Pavilion to fight hard enough to be righteous. Jiang Feng was trying his best to invite Du Shaoyang, hoping that he could use his Clear Void Sword Technique to restrain Wan Tianba's Demon Soul Sword Technique, and there were still masters like Lu Jianfei and Hong Shun in the capital, and he could also contain the actions of the Dead Land 'Gate' and the Demon Shadow Quick Knife Exhibition Group very well. In addition, the three heroes of Liaodong returned to Kun's 'gate' to deal with affairs, but I am afraid that it will be difficult to come back for a year and a half.

Zhan Qun was dressed in black, standing on the roof of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he carefully took out a token from his arms, and he read softly: "This is the talisman that can lead the three armies?" After speaking, he put it back again, and he said softly: "More than ten years have passed, and the grudge between me and Lu Jianfei has never had a chance to be settled. I swore that I would pay back the sword wound he gave back several times in the future. Suddenly, a look of alarm appeared on his face, and a person appeared behind him, Zhan Qun had already heard it, he looked back, and stared intently for a while, this person he seemed to have seen......

How about 'wanting' to know what's going on?

Let's see the next breakdown.