Lynch and Money stayed in the yard without changing.

Lynch doesn't know much about the characters in this small world. It's the first time he has seen him without changing money. The cold temperament that exudes from the money without changing money. Lynch knew that this person was definitely not easy to mess with.

Without talking to him, he sat back silently to sort out the official documents.

Qian Buhuan's eyes turned to Lynch, who knew Lynch.

Han Feng grabbed his handle, and he couldn't sit still and wait for death. Unfortunately, he had to follow Wang Xuanzhen at all times and couldn't get rid of it. He had at most two days of rest every month. He didn't change money and seized a little time to investigate.

Han Feng.

Han Feng's wealth is innocent, and it can be said that he is as clean as a piece of white paper. If Han Feng knows that he is the Queen Mother, then he will not look so simple.

Qian Buchang was very shocked by Han Feng's method of whitewashing the background.

But fortunately, he found that Han Feng seemed to care about this Lord Lin Qilin very much.

"Mr. Lin." Qian Buhuan took the initiative to come forward and talk.

Lynch, who was buried in the official document, looked up at him. That look was ordinary, and because it was too dull, the heart trembled in the money.

Lynch showed a questioning expression.

Qian Buchang said: "The Ministry of Justice does not seem to be very suitable for Lord Lin."

Lynch smiled, "Where is my right place?"

Qian Bu changed his words: "Ministry of Revenue."

Lynch smiled and said, "You are the same as the uncle." After saying that, he lowered his head and buried his head in the official documents again, as if he didn't take the money to heart.

This is a very contradictory person, soft and firm, soft and hard, which made Qian Buhuan think of another person immediately. When he thought about it, he realized that the look of Lynch looking at him was very similar to that person.

When Qian Buhuan was immersed in shock, Han Feng came back and said to Qian Buhuan: "Guard Qian, the uncle is outside."

"Yes." Qian didn't exchange his expression and turned around and left.

Lynch put down the official document in his hand, stood up and approached Han Feng, and whispered: "What's wrong? What's the uncle of Wang Guoyu doing?"

"It's nothing," Han Fengyu Guang fell on Qian Buhuan's back, "It's almost time, go and examine Zhang Fengxi."

Zhang Fengxi has never stopped being punished since he was admitted to the Ministry of Justice. From his initial anger to his patience to his current fear, it only took a few days.

He found that the two officials from the Ministry of Justice in front of him were really trying to "kill and don't care".

"Mr. Zhang," said the relatively gentle Lord Lin again, "You misappropriate military pay and frame your subordinates as evidence. Both of these are conclusive evidence. According to the law, this is a serious crime of exile."

Zhang Fengxi's mouth was dripping with a mixture of blood foam and saliva, her eyes were covered with bloodshots, and her whole person was hung by chains so that she would not kneel down to the ground.

People often have a stronger ability to withstand than they think.

Zhang Fengxi still retains the last glimmer of hope.

He stayed with the green mountains, and was not afraid of no firewood, and was better than beheading the house. He was not from a high school, and at worst he just started over again. He still had hope...

"Do you think you still have hope?" Han Feng spoke in a deep voice, "Will someone help you?"

Zhang Fengxi's back felt cold, but Han Feng and Lynch stopped talking and turned around and walked out of prison together.

After leaving prison, Lynch's tense face relaxed, "Zhang Fengxi should not be able to last tonight. Tomorrow he should pry his mouth open."

Time is particularly long for Zhang Fengxi, especially in the dark and gloomy prison. The man has been put down and lying on the wet ground. The punishment he has suffered for several consecutive days has quietly emerged in the undercurrent memory, and he has a little rest.

Time did not relieve him, but gave him finally time to savor the bone-eating pain.

The seemingly but meaningful words left by Han Feng made Zhang Fengxi indulge in terrible fantasies.

Will he be given up?

The torture of the flesh and the panic of the soul were intertwined in Zhang Fengxi's fragile mind, and the past came to him in a mixed manner.

His eyes were dull and he looked at the small window with moonlight flowing on the top.

The head is hanging from the beam and the cone is pierced, and the small window borrows the moonlight.

"Cough cough." Zhang Fengxi coughed a little blood. He entered the Ministry of Justice for three days. He no longer looked like a human, ghost, or ghost. Zhang Fengxi's eyes wandered, and countless terrible ways of death appeared in his mind. He was already extremely confused, and he had never even had any other terrible ways of death.

I noticed that someone had sneaked into the cell secretly.

"Woo——" A hemp rope choked his throat, Zhang Fengxi's eyes burst, his hands desperately went up, and his feet rubbed hard on the wet and sticky ground. His torture over the past few days had made him extremely physically overdrawn. He had already

There is no way to struggle at all.

There was a colorful wave in front of him. Zhang Fengxi fainted in a strong dizziness, and the people behind him also let go of their hands.

Han Feng walked out of prison and said to the nervous Lynch with an ordinary expression: "He can't hold on anymore, he fainted after just a few squeezing."

"This method is despicable, but it is useful," Lynch rubbed the jade pendant in his palm. The weather was getting colder and colder. As winter was about to begin, the warm jade in his palm comforted him and said to Han Feng, "Let's go, go back to regain your energy,

I don’t know what kind of tough battle it will take tomorrow.”

Han Feng nodded lightly, but said, "You go back and rest, I'll stay here. If someone really comes to silence me, I'll take people to guard against you."

"Then I won't leave." Lynch sucked his nose lightly.

"Look at your face, you're not good," Han Feng suddenly stretched out his hand and gently held Lynch's hand, lowered his eyes and said, "You'll be so cold in your hands, go back, the prison is cold, it's enough to have me."

Han Feng's hand was indeed hot. Lynch was burned by his palm and smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Han Feng stretched out his hand again and held Lynch's hand holding the jade. He held it and refused to let go. He looked at Lynch intently, "I'm not at ease if you accompany me."

This action was a little bit beyond the boundaries, and Lynch couldn't help but be stunned. Han Feng treated him with a rule of conduct, and even his eyes were restrained. Suddenly, it was like an invisible finger poking the window between each other hard.

Paper, Lynch quickly pulled out his hand and whispered: "Then you stay, I'll leave."

Han Feng withdrew his hand and carried it behind his back, "Be careful on the road."

Lynch turned around and left, took a few steps and turned back, just like the daytime, Han Fengren disappeared in the shadow and nodded slightly to him.

After eating and living in the Ministry of Justice for several consecutive days, Lynch was really tired. He got on the carriage with a sore body, just wanting to go back and take a comfortable bath.

The head is on the forehead, and the back of his hand still seems to be the heat on Han Feng's hand. Lynch smiled without feeling, and his heart is both sweet and sour. When will the distance between him and Han Feng have the opportunity to really bring closer

What? He could see that Han Feng was scruples about him. He really wanted to tell him that there was no need to be alienated and tugged at all. They were already people who were in love with each other.

As the carriage swayed, Lynch was a little sleepy and half closed his eyes. He was thinking about Han Feng suddenly holding his palm tightly. Did he finally unable to control himself?

Wait, something seems to be wrong.

Han Feng has been patient since he was reborn, and even took medicine and applied injections. Why did he suddenly unable to bear it?

His behavior was not just a matter of being unable to control himself, but rather like he was forced to leave him with such a move.

Lynch suddenly opened his eyes, "Change! Go back to the Ministry of Justice!"

In the darkness, Zhang Fengxi woke up quietly. The tingling pain in his neck burned his throat like a fire, and it was like an invisible file cutting his throat from the inside out.

The taste of escaping from death will be unforgettable for him.

It was probably the man who saw him fainted and left in a hurry.

Zhang Fengxi took a breath and couldn't help but cry bitterly, and it hurts very much. There is nothing in Zhang Fengxi that doesn't hurt, but in this way, he now has a strong suspicion and waver about himself.

Can he really survive this disaster?

The door was gently pushed open.

Zhang Fengxi, who was sobbing, crying, and crying, turned over like a frightened bird this time. After recognizing the tall figure from the faint moonlight, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. His throat was still holding back the thorns.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Han...da...man...I...reach..."

Han Feng slowly approached, and he looked down at the person struggling in pain like an ant, and smiled faintly, "No need." He raised his hand and strangled Zhang Fengxi's neck.

Zhang Fengxi almost jumped up in surprise.

He thought it was Yan Fuzhao who was worried that he would implicate him, so he secretly sent someone to silence him. He never expected that it was Han Feng who wanted to get his confession.

Zhang Fengxi grabbed the hemp rope with both hands and struggled hard. He wanted to beg for mercy and wanted to say that he was willing to write any confession, but he could no longer make any sound, and a roar came from his ears.

He...is probably really going to die.

Under the silver moonlight, Han Feng's face was extremely cold, so that Lynch, who had returned, was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment. When Zhang Fengxi rolled his eyes and was about to fall, Lynch squeezed out from his throat.

Two words, "——Stop!"

Han Feng suddenly turned around. The gaze that belonged entirely to Master Han met Lynch's shocked face and panicked for a moment. His hands couldn't help but relax. Zhang Fengxi, who was dying, landed heavily and twitched on the ground and could not make any sound.

Lynch did not fall down by holding the wall of the Ministry of Justice’s prison.

This is the first time he has seen intuitively what a 100% blackening value is.

The shy Du Chengying

The calm Meng Hui

The cold Li You

Cheerful Di Lan

They all have the so-called 100% blackening value, but they all, as the system describes - 'Blacking does not mean he is a bad person'.

No one has ever been like Han Feng in front of him.

The moonlight was like a wall, dividing the two of them in the darkness. Han Feng's robe spread like blood. He held a hemp rope in his hand, and his face was terrifying like Shura.

Han Feng was extremely shocked. He had completely frozen and could not move.

"Why?" Lynch said softly.

Han Feng felt that all his blood had been frozen, and he was exposed naked to Lynch in a way that he had never thought of, and he calmed down in extreme panic, "Zhang Fengxi

Standing behind him is Yan Fuzhao."

Lynch said: "So what? I'll pry my confession from him tomorrow and I can sue Yan Fuzhao."

"No," Han Feng said, "Yan Fu Zhao is in power and cannot move him. Even if Zhang Fengxi is a witness, he cannot hurt him. Only if I assassinate Zhang Fengxi, will the people under his wings be shocked, afraid, suspicious of each other, thousands of miles away

The dike collapses in the ant hole, and it must collapse from within them to effectively respond."

Lynch understood Han Feng's meaning.

Once Zhang Fengxi dies, everyone insiders will suspect that Yan Fuzhao is taking action to silence his mouth. With his lips and teeth cold, his trust in the leader will collapse. Once the seeds of suspicion are planted, the seeds of destruction will definitely bear the seeds of destruction.

This move is accurate and vicious enough.

It also completely violates the original intention of a law enforcement officer, interferes with the affairs, uses lynching to replace public instruments, uses human life as bargaining chips, and uses the goal to achieve its goals, and uses any means.

Lynch looked at Han Feng, his eyes were complicated and difficult to deal with.

Han Feng saw shock, sadness in his eyes... and a lot of pity.

But there is no disgust and disappointment, no trace of it.

Lynch raised his foot and walked into prison. Zhang Fengxi, who was lying on the ground, was still twitching and moaning. He raised his hand and pulled the hemp rope from Han Feng's palm, but Han Feng didn't move.

"Have he seen you?" Lynch said softly.

Han Feng did not trust anyone, so he could only do it himself. He came over with the mood of killing, so naturally he did not care and never answered.

The next moment, Lynch tightened the hemp rope and leaned over Zhang Fengxi's neck!

Han Feng took action like lightning and immediately grabbed Lynch's arm, "What are you doing?!" The sudden sound of elevating echoed in the cold and silent prison.

"He saw you," Lynch lowered his head. He was wearing a blue shirt, straight as green bamboo, and his tone was trembling slightly. "You can't keep him."

Han Feng never regretted his decision for a moment, and at this moment, a tide of regret poured into him. He didn't have time to think about it anymore, "Let go, I'll do it!"

"Instead of letting me watch you turn a blind eye and pretending to be innocent," Lynch lowered his head and had no expression on his dim face. He twisted the hemp rope on his palm and suddenly tried hard, "It's better for me to do it with my own hands."

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Chapter completed!