Lin Jiuniang and Zhao Dezhi exchanged glances, and both understood the meaning of each other's eyes. It had nothing to do with them. Okay, so the commotion outside had nothing to do with them. But when she saw He Fugui's twinkling eyes, Lin Jiuniang's eyes flashed.
A flash of light, obviously it has nothing to do with this guy. It doesn't matter. You can pretend to be powerful! Lin Jiuniang's eyes flashed with a flash of light, her eyebrows slightly raised, she looked at He Fugui lazily, "Do it, come on."
He Fugui's eyes flickered and he stared fiercely at Lin Jiuniang, "Are you planning someone else?"
"What do you think?"
Lin Jiuniang's answer was ambiguous, with a touch of sarcasm on her lips, "Don't you want to take action and kill people to silence them? Come on, try it!"
"Haha, He Fugui, I've finally convinced you. All the people in my yamen have been sent away by you. That's awesome," Zhao Dezhi sneered. If his people were outside, how dare He Fugui be so arrogant? That's awesome, no.
He bribed his people without saying a word. He Fugui said with a gloomy face, "I just want to save my son."
Her eyes moved from Lin Jiuniang to Liu Silang, and finally moved away, "This matter can still be discussed. As long as my son can be saved, I can make concessions and don't need your son..." "So, continue to introduce an innocent person,
Come to take the blame for your son?"
Lin Jiuniang looked disdainful and shook her head, "He Fugui, don't think that money is everything, and other people's lives are not life. Let me just say, kill for life, everyone must be responsible for what they have done."
He Fugui's face darkened again. Zhao Dezhi also sneered, "He Fugui, what do you think of the Law of the Great Cause? Child's play? He Fugui, your son killed more than a dozen people and provoked people he shouldn't have provoked. Do you think you
Can your son escape? Don't be naive! Even if you kill all of us today and put the blame on Liu Silang. Do you really think that this matter will just go away? Others will not suspect it?"
"And your son is hopeless! Even if you suppress him this time, he will still come out to commit crimes next time. Let me ask you, how many times can you suppress him?"
Zhao Dezhi said with certainty. He had been in contact with He Pengfei. The boy had gone crazy and was hopeless. He didn't feel that he was at all wrong. If this kind of person were to be let go, more people would probably die. He Fugui was angry.
He stared at them with his eyes: "I only have a son, why are you not willing to give him a way to live? Why must he die?"
"If you want him to die, then you must die first!"
"Do it!"
He Fugui lost his mind. He wanted these people to die now. If they died, his son would be safe. He Fugui's men immediately rushed towards Lin Jiuniang and the others with knives. None of them were easy-going people, so they immediately took advantage of them.
The weapon was ready to resist. At this moment, the door was hit hard from the outside. There were several loud creaks, and after the door let out a painful wailing sound, there was a loud bang, and the door panel fell to the ground, completely declaring
Retired. Immediately afterwards, a guard rushed in from outside the house and quickly controlled the people in the house. Bang, bang, bang... That was the sound of a knife being thrown to the ground. He Fugui
He was shocked. These guards are from that person. Why are they here? He suddenly felt uneasy. Suddenly he thought of what Zhao Dezhi said just now, provoking the wrong people. Could it be that Pengfei, the unfilial son, offended him?
Who? The next second, a tall man walked in against the light. Lin Jiuniang, who was originally regretting that the door was completely unsafe, couldn't help but shudder when she saw the other person coming in. This man is handsome. He is not that kind.
The handsome boy is not handsome, but he is ruggedly handsome, with sharp eyebrows and three-dimensional facial features as sharp as a knife. She likes this look! Lin Jiuniang's eyes are slightly raised, but they are just a little too cold. Those eyes are like
It was like ice that had been condensed for thousands of years. Just one glance gave people a chilling feeling on the back. This man was just a piece of ice! Lin Jiuniang had just come to the conclusion that He Fugui was already shaking his body and saluting him. Even Zhao Dezhi
She also had a respectful look on her face. Her status was extraordinary. Lin Jiuniang made another conclusion. "Jiuniang!"
Zhao Dezhi whispered in a low voice to remind Lin Jiuniang, who was staring at the man wantonly next to her, that she was very anxious. Why was Jiuniang staring at people so stupidly at this time? Such a wanton look must not anger this living hell.
But Lin Jiuniang didn't seem to hear it. She still looked at the other party wildly, staring at him as if she was intruding. "Have you seen enough?"
When the hoarse and deep voice sounded, everyone around them shivered and lowered their heads. But Lin Jiuniang looked at him with wide eyes as if she had just woken up from a dream: "Not enough!"
Everyone gasped, Lin Jiuniang, you really dare to say that. When Zhao Dezhi saw the murderous look on this living man's face, his body started to tremble, his head lowered even lower, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, and muttered in his heart, Jiuniang, please restrain yourself.
This person is not easy to mess with. I can't control it. Lin Jiuniang seemed not to notice that the atmosphere was wrong, and chuckled: "Isn't a person's face just for others to see? If you don't want to show it to others, you have to show your face.
What? Do you think I am right?"
Zhao Dezhi trembled even more, and his voice trembled, "Jiuniang, stop talking."
Then he quickly stepped forward and bowed, "Your Highness, King Yan, please forgive me. Lin Jiuniang is a country girl and does not know the etiquette of honor and inferiority. If I have offended His Highness, King Yan, please forgive me."
After saying that, she quickly asked Lin Jiuniang to admit her mistake. But Lin Jiuniang ignored Zhao Dezhi, and a flash of light flashed in her eyes, "King Yan?"
"The legendary Living King of Hell, King Yan Xu Yu, the one who killed countless people and didn't blink an eye?"
Everyone once again gasped at Lin Jiuniang's boldness. Zhao Dezhi wanted to die this time. Xu Yu's cold eyes swept over the ignorant woman in front of him. Was he really not afraid of death, or was he deliberately attracting his attention?
Keng! The sword in his hand came out and fell on the opponent's neck! "Your Highness, King Yan, no," Zhao Dezhi was shocked. "Mother!"
"mother!"
The two Liu Erlang brothers were also shocked and rushed over. Lin Jiuniang sneered and stopped them. At the same time, she stretched out her hand to take his sword from her neck, "King Yan, you don't need to scare me like this, I really don't."
Why are I afraid of you?"
Xu Yu's sword was sheathed. He looked at Zhao Dezhi with cold eyes. He stared at Zhao Dezhi until he was sweating profusely, and then he said: "Push him up."
The next second, He Pengfei, who was originally imprisoned in the prison, was gagged and pushed out. He Fugui was immediately excited when he saw his son. But when he saw the living King of Hell in front of him, he did not dare to move, but kept looking at him.
He threw himself to his struggling son, signaling him to calm down. Unfortunately, He Pengfei didn't understand what he meant. When he saw him, he struggled even harder and let out a whine and howl. When Zhao Dezhi saw He Pengfei, a flash of surprise flashed across his eyes, and he raised his head.
Looking at King Yan: "Your Highness, King Yan, what is this?"
Xu Yu looked indifferent, "Is the evidence conclusive about his crime?"
Zhao Dezhi nodded quickly, "The evidence is conclusive, there are both witnesses and physical evidence, and he was captured at the scene of his murder."
"His Royal Highness King Yan..." He Fugui was anxious when he heard Zhao Dezhi's words and wanted to speak, but the other party looked at him. He Fugui shivered and lowered his head without daring to speak. His eyes were very cold and very cold.
Horrible. Xu Yu's indifferent eyes swept across Zhao Dezhi, and finally turned to look at He Pengfei outside the door, with a slight hook at the corner of his mouth: "The evidence is conclusive, it is heinous, kill!"
He Fugui's heart trembled, and he raised his head to stop him, but saw that the guard who was pressing down on his son pulled out a knife and was slashing towards his son's neck. "No!"
He Fugui screamed and rushed toward his son to stop him. Unfortunately, it was too late.