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Chapter 1054 1054 Shameless, see through but not speak

Chapter 1054 1054 Shameless, seeing through but not telling the truth

Mr. Mo Wen gave Feng Qi a "perfect young master" evaluation, which does not mean that Feng Qi will be at the mercy of this evaluation from now on, put away all selfish desires, and focus on being a perfect young master.

Regardless of whether he has the evaluation of a perfect young master or not, Feng Qi is still Feng Qi. He only does what he wants to do. He does not seek to be worthy of being a human being, but seeks to be worthy of himself and the world.

Nan Jinzhao said that for a person like him, no one would think it was his fault even if he killed others. He did not deny this...

Because he has never had any intention to kill, let alone kill anyone. Just like he has no ambition, no desire for power, no matter where he is, he can keep his heart and be himself.

Nan Jinzhao is different. Nan Jinzhao is very ambitious and wants too much. No matter how calm he pretends to be, no matter how gentle he pretends to be, and no matter how much he pretends to be a true gentleman, he is still a villain, a complete villain.

people.

No matter how much a villain pretends to be, he cannot become a true gentleman, and no matter what a true gentleman does, he will never become a villain.

Mr. Mo Wen told him this truth a long time ago, and he understood it a long time ago, but he believed that Nan Jinzhao didn't know it, and he wouldn't understand it if he knew it.

Otherwise, he would not have restrained his nature again and again and lived his life with facial makeup.

As an outsider, Feng Qi can see clearly, but he won't speak out. If you can't see through it, don't tell it off. This is what a gentleman should do to save others some face when things happen.

The two of them were constantly fighting back and forth. No matter what Nan Jinzhao said, Feng Qi remained calm and returned calmly.

After several confrontations, although Nan Jinzhao took advantage in words, he was not happy at all. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of Yanbei troops who were watching eagerly, Nan Jinzhao knew that his people were not allowed to come in, and it was impossible for him to go out.

After glancing at the impatient Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang, and then at Xiao Shaorong who was enjoying the show, Nan Jinzhao finally lost interest, put down his bowls and chopsticks, and silently announced that the banquet was over.

After eating this meal for an hour, the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang tried several times to find a chance to talk to Nan Jinzhao, but failed to find one.

When they were eating, Yan Beijun was on the third floor inside, and those on the outer three floors were guarding the surroundings. In the darkness, Yan Beijun's eyes were like a lone wolf, glaring at them fiercely, which meant that he was brave, otherwise he would have been frightened.

My legs are weak.

Similarly, the southern Xinjiang experts who were hiding outside waited for a full hour but did not get the chance to rescue. They could only watch Feng Qi and Xiao Shaorong leave with their king, missing the best opportunity to rescue people.

"Damn it!" Almost at the same time, the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang and the masters of Southern Xinjiang who were waiting outside to rescue Nan Jinzhao cursed at the same time.

Feng Qi and Xiao Shaorong were so evil that they had hundreds of thousands of troops guarding them just for a meal. How could they save people?

The prime minister of Southern Xinjiang watched helplessly as Nan Jinzhao disappeared before Yanbei's army and sighed helplessly.

The prime minister of Southern Xinjiang was going to rest for the night in the Yanbei military camp and wait until tomorrow to think of a solution. However, as soon as he took a step, he was blocked by the Yanbei army: "Master Kun from Southern Xinjiang, this is the Yanbei military camp.

This is not your place in southern Xinjiang, and this is not the place you should stay."

"What do you mean?" the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang flicked his sleeves and asked angrily.

"Literally, you are from southern Xinjiang, and we in Yanbei will not keep you. Of course, we don't care if you insist on staying, but after staying, it is not up to you to decide when you can leave."

Yan Beijun looked at the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang provocatively with a ruthless look on his face.

"You want to detain me?" The prime minister of Southern Xinjiang was about to explode with anger.

Are the people in Yanbei addicted to buckling people? Do they really think they are easy to bully in southern Xinjiang?

If you make them anxious, the fish will die and the net will fall apart. Let's see who is unlucky in the end.

"Master Kun, did you not understand what our young master meant? Our young master never said that he would detain you, but told you to leave." These southern Xinjiang people are really funny. Do they think that the Yanbei military camp is their back garden?

?

You can come when you want, leave when you want, and you don't want to leave even after you come. It's simply funny.

"Is this how you, Yanbei, treat guests?" In the middle of the night, in the dark and in the wilderness, where could he go?

"Did we invite you? If you come uninvited, what kind of guest do you think you are?" Yan Beijun looked impatient, "Are you leaving or not? If you don't leave, don't blame us for being rude."

The Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang is not the King of Southern Xinjiang. There is no value in keeping him. On the contrary, it is a waste of manpower and material resources to focus on him, which is not cost-effective at all.

"You, you, you..." The Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang was so angry that his whole body was shaking, but...

After taking a look at the Yanbei army who had not yet dispersed and were looking at him with cannibalistic eyes, the Southern Xinjiang Prime Minister finally felt cowardly, pinched his nose, and left in frustration.

The prime minister of southern Xinjiang is a civil servant, and there is no one around him. If there is no one outside to help him, it is very likely that he will die in the wild.

For the sake of his own life, as soon as the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang left, he contacted the masters of Southern Xinjiang who were lurking around, left marks along the way, found a place, and waited for them to pick him up.

The experts from Southern Xinjiang received the news and followed them all the way, and soon found the Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang, but...

They didn't even say a word, but a group of people dressed in black jumped out of the forest. The leader laughed and said proudly: "Young Master Feng Qi is indeed right. If we follow you, we will definitely catch big fish."

fish."

"Yanbei Army!" The Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang finally couldn't hold it back and vomited blood angrily.

It's too despicable. Yan Beijun is too despicable. No, it's Feng Qi. Feng Qi, this hypocritical gentleman, is so abominable. What kind of perfect young master is he? He is simply a scoundrel. He has dealt with Yan Bei for so many years, but he has never known Yan Bei.

The Northern Army would be so shameless.

"It's your grandfather and me." The leader admitted his identity in a high-profile manner, and then without a word of nonsense, issued a kill order: "Except for this Lord Kun, everyone else will be killed."

Young Master Feng Qi said that except for the prime minister of Southern Xinjiang who came to Yanbei openly, the others were just bugs, hiding their heads and showing their tails. Even if such people were killed, Southern Xinjiang would not dare to cause trouble to them.

"You, you..." The Prime Minister of Southern Xinjiang vomited blood again, became furious, fell to the ground, and passed out.

"It's really useless." Yan Beijun thoughtfully dragged the man aside to prevent him from being trampled to death, and even sent someone to protect him thoughtfully to prevent him from being killed by the people from southern Xinjiang and then putting the blame on them.

Mr. Feng Qi said that people from southern Xinjiang can definitely do this kind of thing.

"Yanbei Army, damn it!" When the masters from Southern Xinjiang saw Yanbei Army's actions, they took back their swords bitterly.

They did have the intention of killing Mr. Kun and letting Yan Beijun take the blame, but it was a pity that they missed the best time... (To be continued)


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