"Mr. Suifeng, it's really your ......" Sasaki was stunned for a moment when he saw Suifeng, and then revealed a different and complicated expression.

"Well, yes, it's me. Butler Sasaki is unharmed. Seeing him, Suifeng nodded slightly, and for Sasaki, Suifeng not only did not have a bad feeling, but some admiration. Before, Sasaki told him a lot, some of which were taboo secrets. And he vaguely remembered that before he fell into the trap of Uncle Fujiwara, Sasaki had always hinted to him, and he himself hadn't noticed it at the time.

It's just that Sasaki now looks like he still has the demeanor of participating in the martial arts tournament together at that time? I don't know how old his face is, but he has just passed the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, but his temples are already completely white, his face has many more wrinkles, and his back is bent a lot.

Sasaki stared at Suifeng's eyes and felt a little more apologetic, "Everything happened back then because of me, and it was Jihua who I came up with to frame you, and now that Your Excellency has returned unscathed, it must be that you have come to Xingshi to ask for guilt." I am willing to bear all the blame, you have anything to come at me, if you want to kill, you must scrape and listen to the respect. ”

As he spoke, he closed his eyes and looked like he was at home.

Sui Feng sighed slightly in his heart, "Why are you so troubled? They don't deserve this." He didn't know that it was Mr. Takahashi who introduced him to the Fujiwara family, so he was kind to him. If it weren't for that, Sasaki wouldn't have deliberately separated Ah Niu and Suifeng when allocating the wings, and he wouldn't have kept it a secret for Kazuo Takahashi.

Sasaki's face was full of pain, but he still shook his head firmly.

"Lord Butler, you'd better get out of the way. The only people I'm looking for today are Fujiwara Boichi and Takahashi and his son, and the rest of them have nothing to do with me. Or do you think you can stop me with these samurai?" Sui Feng saw that he still insisted, and he was helpless. When he first arrived at the Fujiwara family, when he was still unfamiliar with everyone, only Sasaki had a good conversation with him, and only he was honest with himself.

"Who dares to put such a nonsense in my Fujiwara family?" A voice came from afar.

The smile on the corner of Suifeng's mouth was even worse, and another acquaintance arrived.

Sure enough, a rush of footsteps was heard, and two people walked out from behind the group of samurai and stood beside Sasaki. These two are none other than Takahashi father and son.

Before Sui Feng could speak, Kazuo Takahashi recognized Sui Feng at a glance. Although Suifeng's clothes have changed, three years have passed, and the long shirt he brought from Datang before has long been unable to wear. He also changed into a white robe with some Fuso style, but his whole appearance has not changed much, unlike Kazuo Takahashi, who looks much more mature than three years ago, and his face is much more ruthless.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to escape from there so quickly, and even open the dragon elephant lock. If you knew this, you should have followed your father's advice and killed you directly, so you wouldn't have had so much trouble. Kazuo Takahashi looked at him, still the same as before, his face was full of disdain and ridicule, and his voice was full of yin and test.

And Takahashi next to him was not as arrogant as Kazuo, his brows were tightly locked, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

"How dare you speak to me in such a tone. Sui Feng snorted lightly, and he didn't see his movements, but he raised his arm lightly and waved it in the air, and everyone didn't know what it meant, as if he was deliberately pumping in the air.

There was a crisp sound, and Kazuo Takahashi was slapped out of nowhere with a slap. With a mouthful, "wow", he spat out a mouthful of blood. The two white teeth in the blood water were particularly conspicuous, and when he raised his head, there was a blood-red five-finger handprint on his face, which swelled.

Everyone gasped, what kind of kung fu is this? Sui Feng and Takahashi Kazuo are two feet apart, how did he slap him out of thin air? How did he do this? The samurai with swords were also a little afraid, and the long knives in their hands shook a little. ...,