Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

In spring, when the grass grows and orioles fly, and the flowers are red and the willows are green, there are thunderstorms for five or six days. After this heavy rain, when the sky first opened, it shone on my body, making me suddenly feel a soothing and relaxed feeling.

Of course, these people did not include Jiang Chen.

He rolled over and got into the carriage.

Bai Feng, Bai Yue and several others accompanied him.

When he picked up the car curtain, Ouyang Feng lay down beside the car in two steps. He just warned, but the murderous aura in his words made people tremble, "Ke'er, it's been a good trip here. When you get back, kill if you need to. No need to." Show mercy."

Jiang Chen was silent for a while, then nodded in agreement, "Yes, uncle."

Bai Feng and Bai Yue both turned pale.

Ouyang Feng took out a white porcelain bottle from his arms and said with a smile, "Can you use it?"

Looking at his expression, Jiang Chen probably understood what was inside. He slowly stretched out his hand and took the bottle, "Yes."

"Uncle, please stay." He replied simply. Ouyang Feng paused and said, "Ah. Okay."

"Let's go."

The white snow and white flowers shouted in unison, "Drive!"

The carriage drove away.

Jiang Chen was sitting in the car, playing with the porcelain bottle in his hand. Bai Feng didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, she hesitated and said, "Young Master... what the village owner gave..."

All four pairs of ears inside and outside the car stood up.

Jiang Chen's hand movements paused, "□□."

Seeing how short his answer was, Bai Yue immediately stopped the sister next to her who was about to ask another question. When he gave short answers, he was often in a bad mood. When he is in a bad mood, you should not disturb him.

This is Bai Yue's experience in getting along with each other in the past few days.

Just one. Because his revealed temperament is too plain, making it difficult for people to catch his taboo.

This temper was even better and kinder than before she was injured, but Bai Yue felt even more nervous when getting along with him.

Because of my keen sense, his neither joy nor sadness made people's hearts sink, and his smile also made people's scalp numb.

The carriage drove through the mud on the road.

He seemed to be much quieter from the moment he stepped onto the carriage. I don't even feel the joy of going home at all.

Also, he is not going home here, but going to the dragon's pond and the tiger's den.

As everyone knows, no matter where he is, it's the same for Jiang Chen, there are always people who want him dead. Whether it is Lin'an in the Southern Song Dynasty or Baituo Mountain in the Western Regions.

Since it can't be avoided, let's wait and see.

In the evening, we arrived at a small village. At the entrance of the village is a small hotel.

Jiang Chen sat drinking tea while Feng Hua Xue Yue and the other four stood beside him.

Four big men came in at the door, each of them eight feet tall, with bulging muscles and a strong look.

The four people quickly found a table and sat down. Their eyes swept across Jiang Chen's table and looked at each other.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the snake on his wrist.

Just listen to those people talking loudly, from Jin Dynasty to Song Dynasty, from Xijing to Lin'an, from the imperial court to Jianghu.

One person said, "I heard that Dong Xie is crazy and his daughter is dead..."

"And more...that boy Guo Jing appeared out of nowhere and got entangled with Xiao Dongxie..."

"By the way, I heard that Xidu's nephew went to propose marriage but was defeated by an unknown wild boy..."

"Your information is out of date. Just the day before yesterday, the Beggar Clan changed hands!"

"g? How do you say this?"

"Hong Qigong never showed up. The Beggar Gang was about to be handed over to a boy named Yang, but a man and a woman appeared out of nowhere to disrupt the situation... In the end, the Beggar Gang was handed over to this woman!"

"Alas, I heard that the daughter of Dongxie from Peach Blossom Island was defeated by Hong Qigong. I never thought that she would die so early. Otherwise, it should have been left to her, but now an unknown person has taken away the benefits."

Those people are still waiting to study the information in their hands.

"Tsk..." A slight laugh.

Bai Feng saw a smile on his face and listened to his low voice, "...where did he go? These two people are so haunted..." The tone was obviously neither salty nor light, and it was clearly warm. Chunfeng smiled, but she felt the displeasure in his heart inexplicably.

"You bastard, what are you talking about?" The cheerful person who was talking was lost interest. He looked at the table and saw his legs and laughed, "Hahahaha, a stinky cripple with no legs." , I still have the nerve to laugh!”

Someone said, "I'm afraid this little cripple will never be able to reach that height in his life. It will be sore..." Those people had contemptuous smiles on their faces, "They are really bugs in the mud ditch, they can't even crawl on the road." It’s hard, bah!”

"How can you pretend to be noble?"

The people at the table stood up in unison, surrounded Jiang Chen, and laughed arrogantly, "Little cripple!"

The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled up, and he turned his face, as gentle as the wind, as if there was no such murderous intent in his words, "You have one last chance to speak."

The big man touched the black beard sprouting from the side of his dark cheeks, with a bit of vulgarity on his face, and looked at Jiang Chen for a while, "Oh, it seems that the young master also has thin skin and tender flesh, no worse than those girls... It’s better to…”

The curvature of Jiang Chen's face did not change. Without any warning, he raised his hand and penetrated his chest. It was like a knife cutting tofu, and then withdrew it without even a trace of blood being spilled. His eyes glanced at the corpse at his feet, showing no emotion. He just took out a handkerchief and wiped the little blood on his fingertips very gently, "Use your chance."

Even now, he still had a smile on his face. Everyone was horrified.

Jiang Chen turned his head and was quite indifferent to these people, as indifferent as eating and drinking water, "So, what do you want to say?"

The proprietress finally reacted and screamed, "Ahhhhhh! Murder! Murder!"

Jiang Chen frowned slightly, and a flash of knife light flashed with a flick of his wrist. The proprietress seemed to have weak legs and sat on the ground, just avoiding the dagger that was shot out. The dagger was stuck in the wooden board above her head, making a buzzing sound.

Jiang Chen said calmly, "Shut up."

The proprietress looked at this place in horror and did not move.

Bai Yue and others fought with them, which gave Jiang Chen a break.

He sat at the table and picked up the tea bowl. The figure of the proprietress drawing a knife and chopping was reflected in the water. Jiang Chen slapped the table, and the bamboo sticks on it flew up with a rustling sound.

He reached out and took one, and stabbed it with his backhand.

The thin chopsticks passed through her throat, and a little blood slid down it.

Jiang Chen flicked it casually, and the fat woman fell to the ground with a plop.

He reached out and picked up the tea bowl again, the tea in it was slightly rippling, and some white foam appeared.

The hearts of the people who were secretly observing were pounding, and they watched his movements intently.

After a while, Jiang Chen put down the bowl again and stared at the small village with smoke curling up.

Those people felt depressed, thinking that he had seen something, but he just watched and did not react.

When the three big men fell one by one, the people in the inn were panicked.

Jiang Chen said, "Let's go."

Bai Feng pushed his wheelchair to the door, "... Young Master."

They pulled a carriage to the side, and he got on the carriage. Finally, someone couldn't help it, because he didn't drink the □□ that the proprietress took the opportunity to put when she put the knife down, and more than a dozen people ran out of the inn and surrounded them.

Jiang Chen lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at them in black clothes. It was obvious that they came with bad intentions. But he was not nervous at all, and even Bai Feng relaxed a little when he saw his calm and calm appearance.

Maybe it's because he has faced too many swords and knives, so he has become accustomed to it.

Jiang Chen let down the curtains and sat upright in the car, "I wonder which friend is going to such great lengths to take my life?"

The leader snorted outside, "Stop talking nonsense, I'll take your life today! Avenge my son!"

He drew his sword and rushed over, slashing at the carriage.

Jiang Chen lowered his eyes and smiled, and clapped his hands three times slowly.

The people who followed him in the forest all the way, wearing masks and black clothes, all came out and bowed respectfully to the ground. "Master!"

Eight people, all of them are good.

The people dug from No. 18 are not very useful, but they can be used at this time.

Although both sides are wearing black clothes, they hold different weapons.

Such a battle is very challenging.

Because you may accidentally cut your own people.

The two sides fought together.

The black-clothed man who slashed at the car stared with his eyes wide open, fell down with his eyes open, and the blood on his chest dyed the ground red.

The leading black-clothed man took back the bloody sword and knelt down in front of the carriage, "I'm sorry to have frightened the master."

"Now... do what you should do."

The man stood up and stood in front of the carriage dutifully.

He blocked with his sword, and no one could get close for a while.

I don't know if the White Camel Villa has found a group of good-for-nothings, or if No. 18 is really convinced and got a genius to protect him, a disabled man who can't move...

Perhaps it is more likely that the craftsman wants a pair of eyes, a pair of eyes for surveillance that Jiang Chen will not notice.

But at this time, he just made Jiang Chen's knife.

The people below quickly cleaned up the inn, and someone caught a live person. "Master, how to deal with this person?"

Jiang Chen sat in the carriage and grabbed the silver snake on his wrist. After hearing what he said, he asked, "From White Camel Mountain?"

There was silence outside for a while.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows. It seemed that the only survivor was also dead.

Sure enough, someone said, "Master, he took poison."

He is a trust killer who keeps his mouth shut.

As for revenge for his son...

Do those people in Baituo Villa think that Ouyang Ke is a fool, and that revenge for his son is revenge for his son?

Do they think that Ouyang Ke's poison skills have been practiced in vain over the years? How could Ouyang Ke not see that the group of bastards who were threatened with the poison of Baituo Villa had pale faces?

I am afraid that they took the risk because they saw that Ouyang Ke was unconscious in the rumor, and the maids around him could not see the poison.

Of course, the maids could not see it. In Baituo Villa, they were only allowed to learn a certain part. Advanced poison techniques were not included in this specific part.

I just don't know which person in charge was so impatient. Before the news of his young master who should be unconscious woke up, the assassins were already on duty.

The carriage turned around.

Bai Feng looked at the village with smoke rising from cooking fires not far away and asked him, "Young Master, how do we deal with the people inside?"

The young master's whereabouts cannot be easily exposed now.

Jiang Chen closed his eyes and leaned against the soft fox fur behind the carriage.

After a moment of inexplicable silence, Bai Feng heard his gentle voice in the carriage, calm and unperturbed, "Deal with them all."