The leader of the demon sect wanted a son who was like a wolf, and did not consider whether the boy had the physique and ferocity of a wolf cub.
As soon as the boy was born, the leader of the Demon Cult threw him into the Demon Cult. Apart from giving him the identity of a young master, he did not give him any preferential treatment.
If the young man wants to live, he must fight for it like everyone else, grab it, and seize it. However, the young man is born with a weak body and a peaceful personality. Even if he occupies a position in the church with his own intelligence, he
Still out of place in this place.
The young man does not belong in this dark and shady place. He should have a better future, a future that belongs only to him, rather than becoming a tool for the leader to satisfy his ambition.
"Young Master, I know what to do, please wait for my news." There is no need for the ghost-faced young master to say more. As the mentor who taught him how to grow up, the scholar Wan Yan knows very well what this pale young man wants.
Young people never want much, but things that are within easy reach for ordinary people are luxury to young people. As the young man's mentor, he will try his best to fulfill the young man's wishes and let the young man get the freedom he wants, even for the sake of it.
This is done with conscience.
"Sir, thank you." Young Master Ghost Face closed his eyes to hide the self-blame in his eyes.
He was selfish, but he didn't regret it. He had been waiting for this day for too long.
Scholar Wan Yan said nothing, he just smiled...
For Fei Xiaochai's safety, Xiao Jiuan's people placed him in a very corner position.
After Mo Qixi's people investigated, there was no way out in this direction, which meant that Fei Xiaochai would hardly encounter danger here, and of course he would not be able to make meritorious deeds. However, there are no absolutes in this world.
While the others were waiting for the demon cult members to show up, as soon as Fei Xiaochai arrived at his location, he saw a man in a blue shirt appearing at the foot of the mountain.
The man has a gentle face and elegant temperament, without any trace of the vulgarity of the Jianghu people, let alone the harshness of the people in the Demon Cult. The man looks like an ordinary teacher, but...
He appeared at the foot of the mountain.
In Fei Xiaochai's opinion, although what Xiao Jiu'an said was not pleasant to listen to, it was reliable. Xiao Jiu'an said that people from the Demon Cult were in the mountain, and Fei Xiaochai firmly believed that all the people who appeared at the foot of the mountain were
Demonic people.
Therefore, as soon as the man in green shirt came out, Fei Xiaochai pounced on him, not giving the man in green shirt a chance to react. Fei Xiaochai tied him up in a few seconds: "Hahaha, I must have caught him."
, who are you? What do you want to do sneakily?"
The man in green shirt is the scholar Wan Yan, the mentor of Young Master Ghost Face. He sneaked out while everyone in the sect was not paying attention, just to find a way to hook up with Xiao Jiuan, so that he could use what they had in hand to buy Young Master Ghost Face's freedom.
, but I didn’t expect him to be caught just after he came out, which would be a bad start.
"Who are you? Let me go." Scholar Wan Yan did not reveal his identity, but asked Fei Xiaochai coldly.
With just one face-to-face meeting, Scholar Wan Yan knew that the person who was binding him was not a smart person, and he could probably get away with some trickery.
"I am Fei Xiaochai. You appeared at the foot of the mountain at this time. Why are you in charge of the Demon Cult?" Fei Xiaochai does not look smart, but that doesn't mean he is stupid.
"Fei Xiaochai? What the hell is this name?" Someone would give his son such a name. He must be a vulgar Jianghu person. This person has nothing to do with the King of Yanbei.
Scholar Wan Yan felt slightly at ease and was no longer as nervous as before.
"You actually laughed at my name, you are dead!" Fei Xiaochai was furious, his fist reacted faster than his brain, and he punched the scholar Wan Yan in the face: "I told you to laugh at my name."
He punched the scholar Wan Yan in the face again with his backhand, and with each punch he said, "I told you to laugh at my name." This shows how resentful Fei Xiaochai is towards people who laugh at his name.
Scholar Wan Yan was stunned. He had never seen anyone as simple and rude as Fei Xiaochai in his life. He forgot how to deal with it and let Fei Xiaochai's iron fist hit him in the face, leaving him with a black nose and swollen eyes.
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"Stop, stop, stop, stop..." It wasn't until Fei Xiaochai punched him in the head that scholar Wan Yan hurriedly told Fei Xiaochai to stop, but...
Is Fei Xiaochai such an easy talker?
Just stop if you tell him to stop. Wouldn't it be a shame for him to waste Xiaochai's money?
The more scholar Wan Yan asked to stop, the more happily Fei Xiaochai started beating. He didn't think about people's lives, so he just punched him one after another, making it difficult for the secret guard hiding in the corner to interfere.
He was certain that this person must be from the Demon Cult, but as long as the person was not dead and could be taken back for questioning, he would not care about the rest.
"If you dare to laugh at my name, you will be dead." Fei Xiaochai punched hard but measured, causing pain but not killing anyone.
"Okay, okay, Mr. Fei, stop." Scholar Wan Yan's martial arts is not very high. He is also a think-tank in the teaching. Although he can pass a few moves, he can't compare with Fei Xiaochai, and he is suppressed by Fei Xiaochai.
He had no strength to resist at all.
"Now you know I'm called Mr. Fei? Why did you laugh at my name just now? My name is so powerful and domineering, how dare you laugh at me." With another punch, Fei Xiaochai hit scholar Wan Yan in the eye.
His eyes were swollen.
"This is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding..." Wan Yan, the scholar, almost cried in his heart. This was really a scholar meeting a soldier, and he had no chance to say anything.
"I'm really not laughing at your name, I just think your name..." Scholar Wan Yan paused for a moment before continuing: "You are so handsome and extraordinary, like a fairy voice flowing through you."
Is it easy for him, a scholar, to say these words with a narrow conscience?
"Really? My name really sounds like a fairy?" Upon hearing this, Fei Xiaochai immediately stopped his hand, his eyes bright, like a puppy waiting for praise.
Scholar Wan Yan cursed in his heart, but said on his face: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Fei, your name is extraordinary. When you hear it, you are not an ordinary person."
Fortunately, he has joined the Demon Cult, otherwise he would be really embarrassed as a scholar. But how could he know that he would meet a character with such a weird style of painting, who is even more unreasonable than the Demon Cult people like them.
Fei Xiaochai, who was praised by the scholar Wan Yan for his smooth body, finally let go of the scholar Wan Yan and said restrainedly: "Seeing that you still have good taste, I, my lord, have a lot, so I forgive your previous ignorance.
"
"Thank you, Mr. Fei." The corners of his mouth, eyes, and nose were all hurting. A fierce look flashed in scholar Wan Yan's eyes. However, without giving him a chance to be evil, Fei Xiaochai raised his hand and knocked him out with one palm.
He said: "No matter how sensible you are, I can't let you go. I still have to avenge my junior sister and Uncle Li."
"You, you..." At the moment when he fainted, scholar Wan Yan could not believe that this was true.
Wan Yan, the dignified scholar with seven orifices and a heart, who manipulated people in the world at his fingertips, was actually knocked down by a stupid boy. This is really like beating the master to death with random punches... (To be continued)