When Ziyun woke up again, he found that he had been tied up and lying on a bed.
"Woo! Woo!" Ziyun's mouth was blocked, and he could only twist his body desperately and let out a whine for help.
"Squeak~"
Just when Ziyun was about to move to the ground, the door to the room opened. Ziyun looked towards the door and saw a familiar face walking towards her with a lustful smile.
The person who came was none other than Lin Feng, the third son of the Lin family. After Shuang'er told Lin Feng that he had caught Ziyun, Lin Feng immediately lost control of his crotch and couldn't wait to return to his room.
Ziyun looked at Lin Feng in horror, and kept retreating until he reached the wall behind him.
Lin Feng came over and took off the cloth that blocked Ziyun's mouth.
"Ahem, cough, cough, Mr. Lin, what are you going to do with me?" After coughing twice, Ziyun looked at Lin Feng cautiously. Her heart was full of fear, but she didn't show it. She knew that she must be confident at this time. , otherwise the other party will become more and more excessive.
"Hmph! You little maid, don't you know why I'm here to arrest you?" Lin Feng said as he took off his shirt.
Ziyun looked at Lin Feng's behavior and suddenly realized something, with a horrified expression on his face: "Master Lin, aren't you afraid that my young master will settle the score with you if you do this?"
When Lin Feng heard this, he was stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Hahahahahahaha, you are so naive, the Yang family doesn't take you seriously, even if your master is dead, you don't have such an important matter. Tell you, it’s useless for you to still think about Yang Bing like this.”
When Ziyun heard the news that Yang Bing was dead from Lin Feng's mouth, there was a roar in his head, and he froze on the bed, muttering continuously: "It's impossible, it's impossible, how could the young master die? ! The young master will not die!"
But then I thought about it. The master and his wife did go out two days ago. When they came back, they were obviously in a bad mood. Especially the miss. After returning home, she locked herself in the house alone. No one was seen and no one knew. what's going on.
Lin Feng looked at Ziyun in a daze, took off his last shirt with a devilish smile, threw himself directly on Ziyun, and whispered in Ziyun's ear: "In the future, I will take Yang Bing's place and take good care of you. ."、
When the dull Ziyun heard the words Yang Bing, his eyes suddenly became bright. He turned around and saw Lin Feng's ear. Ziyun gritted his teeth and bit Lin Feng's ear.
"ah!!!"
Lin Feng covered his ears and ran off the bed. Looking at Ziyun again, his mouth seemed to be bulging with something, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Lin Feng gently touched his right ear and found that where an ear should have been, there was only a hole left, and blood was still pouring out: "You!" Lin Feng pointed with blood-red eyes. With purple clouds.
Ziyun smiled slightly, lowered his head and spit out the ears in his mouth to the ground.
"boom!"
At this time, Shuang'er heard Lin Feng's screams and hurriedly rushed in with a sword. As soon as she entered the house, Shuang'er was frightened. She saw her master standing angrily on the ground and covering the right side of his head. .
Ziyun kept laughing, his mouth was full of blood, and there was a still fresh right ear on the ground.
When Shuang'er saw such a scene, she was stunned for a moment, then she pulled out the long sword in her hand and stood on Ziyun's neck: "You are so brave, you dare to hurt my master!" With that, he was about to understand Ziyun's side. At this time, Ziyun was no longer afraid of life. He closed his eyes and waited for the sword to cut his throat.
"Keep her! She is still useful!" At this time, Lin Feng stopped him. After speaking, he picked up the ears on the ground and walked out of the room.
Shuang'er wanted to say something, but Lin Feng had already walked out, so he had no choice but to put away his sword and follow him out.
Only Ziyun who was still laughing was left in the room. With the door closed tightly, Ziyun's eyes were filled with tears and she couldn't believe that her young master Yang Bing was dead. But if Yang Bing had not died , how could Lin Feng come to kidnap him? Thinking of this, Ziyun couldn't breathe and passed out.
Lin Feng took the ears to the outer courtyard, and Shuang'er called the military doctor.
The military doctor was dumbfounded when he saw Lin Feng's wounds. He had treated countless wounds on the battlefield, but he had never sutured his ears. For a moment, the hand holding the needle and thread didn't know how to stitch.
"What are you doing standing still! Are you waiting to lose your head?" Shuang'er pulled out her sword and threatened.
When the military doctor heard the sound of the sword being unsheathed, he quickly threw away the needle and thread in his hand, knelt on the ground and begged: "General Lin, there is really nothing I can do for you. This ear is different from other parts. There is really no way to sew it up. Please spare your life, Major General."
Shuang'er had a straight face and was about to stab the military doctor with the long sword in her hand, but was stopped by Lin Feng.
"Wait a minute, Shuang'er, how can you be so reckless!" Lin Feng was much calmer at this moment. He slowly stood up, took the long sword in Shuang'er's hand, walked behind the military doctor, and leaned down.
"Sir, don't be afraid. If you heal my ear, I will be rewarded greatly. If the ear is not cured well, I will not blame you." Lin Feng slowly whispered in the military doctor's ear.
This sound reached the ears of the military doctor, as if impermanence was calling for life.
"General, there's really nothing you can do about it. The general is worth a thousand dollars. If I, a reckless person like me, accidentally kill the general, I will be guilty of a death sentence. Please forgive me, general." The military doctor couldn't think of it. No excuse, I can only use nice words to compliment Lin Feng.
When Lin Feng heard this, he stood up slowly and patted the military doctor on the shoulder: "Get up, sir, I won't embarrass you."
When the military doctor heard this, it was as if he had grasped a life-saving straw. He kowtowed three times with joy, then got up to pack his things and was about to leave. Just as he turned around with the medicine box on his back, he heard a "Puff!"
The military doctor felt something penetrated his chest from behind. He slowly looked down and saw a bright sword blade coming out of his chest. His body gradually lost strength. He turned around and saw Lin Feng. He looked at him with a cold face, and the sword in his hand was still dripping with his own blood.
"Plop." The military doctor fell to the ground and lost his breath.
"Master, what should we do now?" Shuang'er was anxious and didn't know what to do.
"It doesn't matter, let's find a doctor. Don't forget about these ears." Lin Feng dropped the long sword in his hand and sat back on his seat. Perhaps the pain came from the wound again. Lin Feng closed his eyes and frowned.
Shuang'er clasped her fists, picked up the sword on the ground, turned around and left to find the doctor.
Yang Bing, who was in Qiling Mountain, was unaware of Ziyun's situation at the moment. He was happily drinking, singing and dancing around the bonfire with the Ke people.
"Come on, brother! Let's do it again! Hahaha!" The tall man from the Ke tribe is Hartz, the leader of the tribe.
Two days ago, he led his tribe to hunt in the mountains. He happened to meet Yang Bing and his party, and dismantled all the traps they had laid before. Harz got into a fight with Yang Bing in anger.
Relying on the advantage of his body shape, Harz had the upper hand at first, but gradually as time passed, the disadvantage of Harz's tall body was revealed, that is, his physical strength was much more consumed than that of the thinner Yang. Bingduo increased several times.
Yang Bing, who was proficient in assassination methods in his previous life, retained a lot of physical strength. Seeing that Hartz's speed and strength were weakening, Yang Bing seized an opportunity and gritted his teeth. Whether he would succeed or not would depend on this punch!
Then Yang Bing ducked and dodged Harz's fist. He raised his left arm to form a straight line and aimed it at Harz's ribs, which is close to the liver. A single blow and an inch punch.
Hartz stopped where he was, his face was covered with sweat, and his eyes were about to pop out. The Ke Ren clan and Guan Shiru who were watching held their breath.
For a moment, all he could hear was the chirping of birds in the jungle. After about seven or eight seconds, Harz felt his legs soften and his whole body fell forward uncontrollably. He lay on the ground and held his hands in pain. Focusing on the place where Yang Bing just hit.
Yang Bing, on the other hand, stood up unscathed, looked at the other members of the Ke clan with disdain, and clapped his hands: "Is anyone else coming?"
Yang Bing was showing off, so Guan Shiru and the others naturally cheered, and even the young men ran over and threw Yang Bing into the air.
But only Yang Bing himself knew that his move could damage the enemy by a thousand and himself by eight hundred.
This punch was the inch punch that he had practiced hard for more than ten years in his previous life. It was made by a certain kung fu master in his previous life. It can be said that it can explode with the greatest attack power at a very short distance. The punch just now made Yang Bing's arms also trembled slightly, thinking that the flesh of this big guy is really hard.
If he hadn't done it himself, Yang Bing would have even suspected that he had hit a piece of cement.
While everyone was cheering, the Ke people were full of disappointment, because Hartz was the most powerful warrior in their tribe. If he couldn't defeat the Central Plains man in front of him, let alone others.
However, the advantage of the Ke people is that they do not feel ashamed of failure, especially Hartz. The reason why he became the leader of this tribe is because every time he lost a fight, he would humbly ask the other party for advice, and then learned how to fight again. Challenge each other until you win.
This time was no exception. After Hartz regained his composure, he slowly stood up holding his stomach and came to Yang Bing.
Guan Shiru and others immediately became vigilant. Two old women also picked up two branches as thin as shoelaces from the side.
Yang Bing waved his hand: "No problem."
Hartz bowed with shame on his face: "General, it was Hartz who offended me. Please forgive me. From today on, we, the Ke people, will no longer compete with you for territory."
As soon as Harz said this, the faces of the tribesmen behind him showed embarrassment. A little boy who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old ran out and pointed at Yang Bing and said: "Father, it was the Central Plains people who robbed our home. Why are we hiding from them!"
Harz touched the boy's head lovingly: "Son, if your father loses, do you still remember our clan rules? If you lose, you will have to retreat to the winner."
The boy lowered his head with red eyes: "But, my mother died at the hands of the Central Plains people because we always retreated.
