I [Imperial] Am This Type of Man

Ji Jinrong's voice was childish.

It sounded like thunder in Feng Sui's ears.

Who would think of killing from Fuqin? Sheng Baishuang Although their talents and strength are strong, they have no accomplishments in this melody, and will never hear the abnormality of this piano sound.

How could Ji Jinrong hear it?

There was a crack in Feng Su's expression, but he soon returned to his usual tenderness. He said with a smile: "A Jin, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

For Ji Jinrong, such an instant flaw is enough.

Ji Jinrong stepped forward and came to Feng Su: "A Su, who do you want to kill?"

Feng Su's fingertips trembled slightly. His smile was softer, and Ji Jinrong's eyes were full of tender feelings: "A Jin, even if you are angry with me, you can't stigmatize me like this. How can I kill someone sitting in the palace?"

The more Feng Shu denied, the more certain Ji Jinrong was.

How could such a Feng Su recognize him. This is completely different from Wei Tingjun's understanding of him, like a completely stranger, so that even Feng Sui brought back the "blood of the first emperor", he did not think about "the chaotic thief".

Now thinking about it, Feng Su didn't keep the auction house and Beidou in his hands because of a lack of security, but he wanted to take everything into his hands early on.

In this life, Feng Sulian has even sealed the last few memories, so he is facing his most dangerous, real, and scariest side. He is hypocritical, cunning, and fierce, and can disguise himself as the most gentle person in the world, and then take everything into his hands little by little.

The main brain is always uneasy, it may be Wei Tingjun's side.

No matter what kind of environment he throws, he can climb up step by step to the highest place in the world.

In just a quarter of an hour, Ji Jinrong kept thinking “This is not Wei Tingjun” and “This cannot be him”.

To Shang Fengshu's gentle eyes, Ji Jinrong calmed down slowly.

If Wei Tingjun is not such a person, how could he be given the chance to live again.

It was precisely because Wei Tingjun was dangerous and terrible that he would come to a different world, and float up and down in a different world with the "Landlord and Thief".

He can't just enjoy Wei Tingjun's goodness without making any effort.

Ji Jinrong said, "Yeah, Ah Su, how could you kill someone." He stepped forward and hugged Feng Su.

Feng Su looks weak and beautiful, but he is physically stronger than the average person. I wonder if it was recognized, Ji Jinrong actually felt a little familiar with the hug.

For a moment, he noticed that Feng Su's heartbeat accelerated slightly.

It's just that it soon recovered.

Ji Jinrong buried his head near Feng Su's neck, just like Feng Sujiao when he was four or five years old.

Feng Su's body was slightly stiff.

Ji Jinrong has never been so close to him since he learned to fly. The hugs and intimacy that were so common in the past are becoming less and less between them. The little baby who used to hold the quilt to sleep with him rarely did that again.

After he discovered that Ji Jinrong was really good to him, Ji Jinrong took it back.

...... it might as well not have given him.

This idea appeared in his mind more than once.

This time, he went to Qingfengtang's remaining evil in Qingxu Demon Road, but did not expect to find the blood of the emperor who was hidden by the other party. After figuring out the opponent's calculations, he came up with a crazy idea—

Let the blood of the first emperor take Ji Jinrong's monarch.

This is totally in line with destiny.

The monarchy should have been inherited by the blood of the emperor, wouldn't it?

Sheng Baishuang has been criticized for choosing Ji Jinrong, hasn't he?

As long as the emperor's blood is reset, this dilemma will be resolved.

And Ji Jinrong, since then only belongs to him.

I didn't expect that Ji Jinrong really was so beloved Sheng Baishuang they liked it.

Even after confirming Yu Yue's identity, Sheng Baishuang still kept Ji Jinrong by her side, and even let Ji Jinrong and Yu Yue go to class together.

All this made him almost crazy.

Thinking of the night when he returned, Ji Jinrong ran out to meet the guy in the Tai family. He has been trying to kill that guy these days--

Yes, kill that guy.

Kill anyone who wants to touch Ji Jinrong.

Feng Su slowly returned to God.

He reached out and hugged Ji Jinrong.

A child under ten looks pretty and cute.

He did not have passion for such a small doll.

But the possessiveness that was driving people crazy was constantly eating his heart.

Feng Su said, "Why does A Jin say I want to kill?"

Ji Jinrong squeezed Feng Su's neck tightly. He could feel that as long as he was a little bit later and later, everything was really irreparable. Feng Sui will start killing, killing innocent people-and killing because of him.

Ji Jinrong said, "I can hear it." He tightened his small arm, "A Jin, I can hear it." He didn't hide anything, "I understand the music you play, you want to kill, you just Want to kill. "

Feng Sui's eyes turned slightly deeper: "Nonsense, how could playing a piano kill someone."

Ji Jinrong said: "I've heard a kind of 'broken tune'."

Feng Shu meal.

Ji Jinrong said: "This tune is equivalent to a signal to the commander-in-chief. After hearing it, the morale of the soldiers will be doubled, and it will be able to cooperate with the tune to attack, and exert a number of times stronger than usual." He looked at Feng Sui, "So you are not killing, but you are ordering others to kill."

Feng Su stared at Ji Jinrong, as if he knew the half-old child on the first day.

Ji Jinrong said, "Is that so?"

Feng Su admitted with a smile: "Yes, that's right, my Jin is really smart." He tightened his arms slightly and trapped Ji Jinrong in his arms. "So are you going to report this to Master with Master? Say I am private. Samurai? Say I murdered others? Ah Jin is really cruel ... "

auzw.com Feng Su gently kisses Ji Jinrong's hair.

The long-lost closeness made him feel satisfied even if he was really beaten by Ji Jinrong. He shouted, "Ajin, Ajin, Ajin."

Ji Jinrong said, "Asu, don't kill innocent people--"

Feng Su slightly separated from Ji Jinrong, facing those bright and serious eyes.

Ji Jinrong said, "Promise me?"

Feng Su said, "What is innocent? If the other person has been insulting and provoking me, and still wants to take away my most important thing, is it innocent?"

Ji Jinrong froze and didn't know how to answer.

Feng Su softly said, "Ajin, haven't you said that there is gracious revenge and revenge-did you lie to me at that time? It's not good to learn to lie to people at such a young age."

Ji Jinrong's heart pounded: "What is he trying to grab you?"

Feng Su quieted for a while before slowly replying, "He wants to take away my Jin."

Ji Jinrong was all cold.

He remembered that Feng Sui was waiting for him in his room that night.

At that time, he had just returned from seeing Tai Ming'an-the person who had insulted Feng Su and provoked Feng Su, who was not Tai Ming'an!

Feng Su released his hand and let Ji Jinrong leave his arms.

Ji Jinrong did not let go of Feng Sui's hand. He buried his head back to Feng Sui's neck: "... I will not be taken away by anyone."

Feng Su's dead heart suddenly recovered.

His A Jin is really smart.

His A Jin is so smart.

Then save that guy's life.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, someone came to report that someone from the auction house wanted to see you.

Feng Su glanced at Ji Jinrong, and let him sit on his lap around Ji Jinrong's waist, and gently said, "Let him in."

The auction house's people arrived soon, with a look of anxiety: "The people of the Thai family broke into the auction house and had to buy the soul protector-their attitude was very rude and the auction house's guards could not hold it."

Ji Jinrong's heart throbbed.

He fixedly looked at Feng Sui.

Feng Su and Ji Jinrong looked at each other for a moment, smiled, and said, "Sell them, the price is ten times higher." His Jin said so, he did not need to make A Jin angry for that guy ... or, sad .

The man was relieved and ordered to leave.

Ji Jinrong sat quietly.

Feng Su said, "A Jin, do you think I'm scary?"

Ji Jinrong said, "Your song has only been played for a short period." Obviously there is still a long paragraph behind. In the first paragraph, if Tai Jia was anxious to get the auction house to grab the soul pill, what would the remaining half do?

Ji Jinrong's back was soaked with sweat.

Feng Su said: "Yes, only a short period of time." He grabbed Ji Jinrong's hand and pressed it on the piano, "If you play it down, Hushun Dan will be useless. Then they will kill them and be attracted by the sound of fighting Guards-and then, the entire Thai family will no longer exist-the appearance of such a bloodshed under the sky is really outrageous, and then the entire country must be cleaned up to kill the murderers-these things, It has nothing to do with me. I just play the piano here and I don't take a step. "

Ji Jinrong couldn't say a word.

Feng Su's voice was soft, but the words he spoke were shocking: "I want to stay seated in the monarchy. Some obstacles must be cleaned up, right?"

Ji Jinrong said, "Yes."

This is not the first time he has met.

It was just that Feng Sui started to pick Tai's house and was preparing to bring out the murder case, which was too fierce.

It is nothing more than an opportunity to start with the Thai family.

Ji Jinrong grabbed Feng Su's hand: "But you don't have to do this," he tightened his ten fingers. "A Su, once the hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, there is no way to wash them."

Feng Su said, "I don't care."

Ji Jinrong said, "I care."

Feng Su's heart jumped.

He stared at Ji Jinrong.

Ji Jinrong looks at others through him.

If you really care, how could you move without hesitation and give him both the auction house and Beidou generously.

Break all the ties between them clean.

His Jin is always so smart and so cunning.

After knowing what he cares about, just coax him.

If you really care, why would you think of his master and his brother like asking nothing and not listening, and without hesitation standing on the other side--

This was a false word, but he couldn't refuse.

You even want to believe it.

Feng Su said, "Okay, I won't do anything to innocent people." His eyes were focused and gentle, and he stared at Ji Jinrong. "No matter what, as long as A Jin speaks, I promise."

Even in the next moment, his A Jin will pierce the knife into his chest--

It doesn't matter.

"I like Ah Jin the best."

Feng Su said.

As if in response to Ji Jinrong's unintentional child saying many years ago.

Ji Jinrong didn't remember, he remembered.