For the sake of safety, Zhao Hu and Feng Wuchang carried the martial arts alliance leader to the first floor of the Sword Rain Building according to Ling Feng's idea, and hid them in the kitchen on the first floor, with Jia Wuya and Ouyang Ziling taking care of them. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ziling, hurry up and cook a pot of piping hot soup, and I'll get it when I come back later!"

After explaining the things on the first floor, Ling Feng, Zhao Hu, and Feng Wuchang returned to their rooms to deal with the follow-up matters.

"I'm sorry, brother!"

While Zhao Hu and Feng Wuchang were stripping off the clothes of the four people, Ling Feng found a thick hemp rope from other rooms and tied three of the four people to the foot of his bed, while the other person was carried by Zhao Hu to Jia Wuya's room and placed on the bed.

"Kill now?"

Although several of the buddies are Jinyiwei, in the eyes of outsiders, Jinyiwei is a lackey of the court who kills people without blinking, but when Zhao Hu really wants to kill a person who is not a bad person, he still seems a little hesitant.

"Well, for the safety of the martial arts alliance leader and all of us, we can only sacrifice him. ”

On key issues, Ling Feng is decisive and unambiguous. Even if he killed someone to accomplish something greater, Ling Feng would never blink an eye.

"Click"

Since the third brother was so sure, Zhao Hu, who had no doubt, followed Ling Feng's request, dragging the man's head with one hand, dragging his chin with the other, and twisting the two hands in the opposite direction, and the unconscious guy had already died in Huangquan.

"I'm sorry, bro. I don't know your name yet, but I'm going to kill you. For the safety of the martial arts alliance leader, I can only sacrifice you. In the future, I will give you a good worship on the Qingming Festival every year. ”

I saw my second brother do it with my own eyes, and I also heard the sound of the man's neck being broken. Killing such an innocent person as a substitute sheep, Ling Feng was also very sad in his heart, and in his heart he was kneeling and kowtowing to this nameless brother.

After everything in the room was arranged, Ling Feng and the others took 4 sets of clothes of the disciples of the Sword Lan Sect and came to the kitchen on the first floor of the Sword Rain Building.

"Quick, Ziling, put it on!"

"Eastern Alliance Leader, since there are only 4 sets of clothes, in order to escape, please put on the clothes of a kitchen chef and a hat. Because you are an old friend of Nangong Chu, I don't think Nangong Chu will kill you in front of Jian Lan's disciples, because you are not his target, and he can't find a reason to kill you. ”

Everyone acted according to Ling Feng's orders, Ling Feng's squad put on 4 clothes of the disciples of Jian Lan's own sect and matched them with Jian Lan's sword, and Dongfang Jin, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, dressed up as the image of the chef of Jian Yulou.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing Ling Feng take out the flint and steel in his hand that he didn't know where to find, his hands were rubbing. I don't understand what this little brother in front of him is going to do, Dongfang Jin asked with a weak body.

"Hit the fire, burn this sword rain building!"

In order to rescue everyone safely, Ling Feng did everything step by step according to the ghost ideas in his mind. Faced with the question of Dongfang Jin, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, Ling Feng didn't care too much about it at all, and continued to polish the flint intently.

"Burned the Sword Rain Tower?!"

"Well, only by burning the Sword Rain Tower can we create more chances to escape. ”

The time was too urgent, and Ling Feng didn't have time to explain his plan in detail to Dongfang Jin. Although Dongfang Jin didn't understand what the plan of the little brother in front of him who felt a little weird was, he looked at him with a very confident look, concentrating on every step carefully. Gradually, Dongfang Jin was also relieved to bet himself on Ling Feng.

"Ziling, is the hot soup cooked?"

After rubbing for a while, the flint and steel finally ignited the dry wood that had accumulated in a corner of the kitchen. Now that the implementation of the plan was going smoothly, Ling Feng remembered the "props" needed to be used in this plan - a large pot of hot soup, and asked Ouyang Ziling, who was in charge of this matter, if it had been completed.

"It's been cooked a long time ago, but there are no ingredients, so I just add some vegetables to it, will it be a little lighter......

Ouyang Ziling only knew that her husband ordered her to cook a big pot of soup, and Ouyang Ziling, who didn't know it, thought that it was for the big guy to drink.

"A little lighter, huh?"

Ling Feng lifted the lid of the pot and looked at it, the clear water in the pot was constantly boiling, and the leaves of vegetables that had been ripe were floating on the water.

"Uh-huh, maybe......"

Determined to be Ling Feng's wife, Ouyang Ziling has always been a young lady since she was a child, and she has never been in the kitchen at all, and she doesn't know if her first cooking soup will be approved by her husband.

"It's a bit light, indeed!"

Ling Feng turned around and ...... the salt, pepper, soy sauce, vinegar, and spicy powder on the seasoning table As long as there were seasonings on the table, Ling Feng poured them all into the pot. Then I picked up a big spoon and stirred vigorously in the pot for a while, then covered the pot and boiled for a while.

"Husband, it turns out that you like such a heavy taste?!"

Seeing Ling Feng frantically pouring all kinds of condiments into the pot, Ouyang Ziling couldn't believe Ling Feng's appetite.

"Mmmm, I just like hardcores!"

Smelling the strong smell wafting from the pot, Ling Feng picked up the large basin that was placed aside and filled it, and found a lid of similar size to cover the basin.

"Here, Alliance Leader!"

Ling Feng slowly picked up a pot of hot soup with a heavy taste on his face, and gently handed it to the alliance leader Dongfang Jin.

"Alliance leader, you are injured, this basin of hot soup may be a little heavy and a little hot, in order for us to escape smoothly, I hope you can hold on. Trust me, we'll get out safe and sound. ”

Everyone acted according to Ling Feng's arrangement - Jia Wuya walked in the front to lead the way, Zhao Hu and Ling Feng followed closely behind Dongfang Jin, who was guarding behind them, Dongfang Jin was carrying a large plate of heavy hot soup. Feng Wuchang and Ouyang Ziling walked last, because one of them had a big scar on his face and a big chest of D37, as long as they walked in front, it was estimated that they would soon be suspected by Jian Lan's disciples. And because the number of disciples of Jian Lan's own sect is not too small, and there is an acquaintance Jia Wuya to lead the way, Ling Feng and Zhao Hu can be confused.

After walking out of the Sword Rain Tower for a while, Ling Feng heard that there seemed to be a large group of people in front of him rushing towards this side.

"Quick, someone's coming, hide!"

Under Ling Feng's leadership, several people hid under the big rocks on both sides of the road. A chaotic sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and the hearts of several people hiding under the big rocks were in their throats, and no one dared to look up at this moment.

"Hurry up for me, I must kill the alliance leader and those guys who are in the way tonight!"

"Damn, do you mean us when he says he's in the way? Lao Tzu cursed your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

Ling Feng heard the voice of the sect master's shout, and couldn't help but be curious, Ling Feng secretly ventured his eyes over the big mountain rocks and looked at the large group of people passing in front of him.

"Are they from Jian Lan?"

Ling Feng, who was hiding in the shadows and secretly watching everything, clearly saw a few people wearing Jian Lan's clothes, and what they were holding in their hands was not Jian Lan's sword, but the embroidered spring knife that symbolized the identity of Jin Yiwei. Ling Feng, who is also a Jinyi guard, saw the clues at a glance.

"How's it going, husband?"

Ouyang Ziling, who was hiding beside Ling Feng's legs, asked nervously about the situation outside Ling Feng in a low voice. Seeing that the sect leader Nangong Chu had already rushed to the Jianyu Tower with a large group of people, after making sure that it was safe, Ling Feng brought everyone to the avenue again, and continued to walk towards the road down the mountain under the guidance of Jia Wuyan......