Song Xianting was not in a hurry.

It wasn't until there was a few knocks on the narrow door of the hut that he moved away from the warm light of the fire.

Song Xianting wrapped himself tighter before opening the door.

The heavy snow of "Huhu" immediately froze the corners of his lips purple, waved his hand, and the teacher hurriedly came in and closed the wooden door again so that he could catch his breath.

The person who came was Du Bazhi's confidant and had always been responsible for summoning.

On such a snowy day, even the rough Du Bazhi was reluctant to let Song Xianting come, so he sent this person to negotiate.

This person really understood the situation, and waited aside when he entered the house, and waited until Song Xianting sat down tremblingly, and roasted his discolored lips back in front of the fire, before he bowed down and handed over the rice paper in the bamboo tube.

The records on the paper are neat and dense.

Song Xianting caught it, glanced at it slightly, and muttered a mockery.

"XXXXI. ”

This humane.

"Thirty-one articles written by Yinjunfang. ”

Song Xianting didn't need to look closely, he could also say.

"I'm afraid that every one of them will take advantage of us. ”

The man grimaced and nodded.

"It's not just about taking advantage, it's just insatiable. ”

Song Xianting said.

"What does the homeowner want me to do?"

This humane.

"It would be great if Mr. could read between the lines and make the situation tilt in favor of our Mo Yutang. ”

Song Xianting first made a decision, and then shook his head gently.

Song Xianting suddenly let go and threw the entire piece of paper into the sea of fire.

The man shouted.

"Mr. ......"

Then the whole person rushed forward, wanting to pick up the paper from the sea of fire, but first, the stove used for heating was too bright because of Song Xianting's weak body, and second, the rice paper was too thin, even if this person's reaction was not slow, he could only fish out the black ashes.

The man's face froze.

"Sir, why is that?"

Song Xianting said.

"One by one, there is no need to amend. ”

"In fact, even if it is changed, Yinjunfang will not accept it. ”

This humane.

"According to Mr. Yinjunfang, he doesn't want to talk about an alliance with us at all?"

Song Xianting said.

"Do you understand?"

This person nodded as if he didn't understand, and shook his head when Song Xianting stared at him again.

After all, he is Du Bazhi's henchman, and he only knows how to drink and go under the knife on weekdays, and he really cares very little about these calculations behind his back.

Song Xianting said in order to make it understand.

"Look at me. ”

This person stared at Song Xianting's five fingers.

The fingers were turning, and the person's mind suddenly followed the whirlwind, and suddenly the five fingers closed, and the person's eyelids collapsed.

Song Xianting said.

"Now you're being hunted down. ”

The man muttered.

"I can't beat this guy?"

Song Xianting's voice came from afar.

"You, who are self-sufficient, have no power against that person. What should you do?"

This humane.

"Run, keep running. ”

Song Xianting said.

"You ran for a long time, and you couldn't run anymore, but you found that the man was still chasing, not stopping. ”

"At this time, there is also a master standing next to him, with the two of you joining forces, maybe there is a chance to win, what are you going to do?"

This humane.

"I'll ask them to join forces. ”

Song Xianting said.

"How please?"

This humane.

"Promise it. ”

Song Xianting said.

"What if you think the pearls on your crown are good?"

This humane.

"The pearl gave. ”

Song Xianting said again.

"What if you think you're dressed in brocade?"

This humane.

"The brocade clothes are off. ”

Song Xianting finally said.

"What if I want you an arm?"

This person hesitated a little, but after all, it was the Tao.

"An arm is nothing to survive. ”

Song Xianting's snapping fingers could only sound lightly, which showed that the force in his hand was really small. And this person's eyes were still open after all, and there was some sudden light in them.

Song Xianting said lightly.

"If you don't give pearls, don't take off your brocade clothes, and keep your wrists, do you think someone will join forces with you?"

The man shook his head.

After being dissected by Song Xianting like this, he realized that no matter how the treaty was amended, Yinjunfang would not accept it.

But there's still a little bit of a strangeness.

"If the person who pursues me will inevitably attack the master again after I am killed, then this master still wants to join forces with me in order to save his life?"

Song Xianting nodded.

"So Yinjunfang only needs pearls and brocade clothes, and hasn't let us cut off our hands. ”