Chapter 32

Jiang Pengji got up and looked at the servant coldly, "you usually rely on your parents to bully in the Liu house, so you can beg those servants who patrol the night to let you go to the inner yard. Unfortunately, you saw the maid who was up at night, suddenly had evil intentions, knocked her unconscious and acted like a beast!"

"There are still scratches of her struggle under your sleeve. How do you want to explain?"

The servant subconsciously stepped back and held his wrist.

At first, Jiang Pengji thought it was a forced attempt. After all, in this ancient times, any servant who dared to do so was a typical example of not killing himself. She could be killed by lynching. Moreover, the traces left by his previous mixing with pink head also made her misjudge.

But when the housekeeper brought the maid, she found that the matter was more serious than she thought.

The steward and his wife did not expect that their son would be killed with a random stick if he broke into such a large cargo.

In the face of his parents' attention, the servant's eyes were stained with blood. He was immediately flustered. Seeing that Jiang Pengji was not far away from her, and thinking of the end of her death later, he suddenly had a bad intention on his chest, "I'll fight with you --"

Jiang Pengji skilfully avoided one side. The room suddenly became chaotic. Everyone didn't expect that he dared to make trouble!

Jiang Pengji was not caught. The strong, well-trained servant instantly targeted Mrs. butterfly.

A girl was ill not long ago. You'd better take care of it.

However, Jiang Pengji found his intention for the first time. As soon as she scraped the sandalwood fan in her hand, she slapped it on his face. Taking advantage of the moment when the other party subconsciously closed her eyes, she raised her feet and kicked his leg socket, so that the other party's body had to fall forward.

Snap——

Jiang Pengji slapped him in the face with a closed sandalwood fan. I don't know how much strength she used. She directly threw the fan to the ground, leaving a two finger wide mark that quickly turned red and swollen from the temple to the bridge of the nose. One eye shed gurgling blood and tears.

"Dirty my fan."

The sandalwood fan stained with blood was thrown to the servant who curled up on the ground and covered his eyes. The whole accident was only a blink of an eye.

Finally, Jiang Pengji had the couple in charge escorted and controlled.

Not only was the room silent, but the whole barrage was blank, feeling unprecedented purity.

"Housekeeper, have they searched the house? How much money have they greedy for in the house? Report to the government office according to the real number. Remember, when you deliver it, fill a bowl of dumb medicine. As for him, hehe... Call all the servants and let everyone open their eyes. What is random stick killing!"

"Aunt die was frightened just now. Remember to ask a doctor to have a look and prescribe some calming medicine."

The indoor atmosphere is dignified and frightening. The housekeeper is used to seeing the wind and waves. He has a high acceptance of this, "report back to your husband and have found out."

Speaking of this, the old housekeeper felt ashamed. He didn't expect that there were so many people greedy for ink under his eyes. According to the current law, the couple in charge were transferred to the government, which was also a capital crime in the end.

However, Mr. Lang is really grown up. He can still remember to do things well in such an angry situation.

Anyway, it's also an old man who went out of Liu's house. The couple don't know how many things in the house. They can't let go until they are dumb.

Mrs. die was really frightened by the accident at the beginning, but the whole process didn't last long. Her attention soon shifted from panic to the figure reflected on the screen. It seemed that the person she knew would walk through the screen towards her.

However, Jiang Pengji's voice brought her back to reality. She was not interested. She whispered and asked the maid to help her back to her room.

After the silence of the barrage, there was a sudden blowout. The content was questioned, but most of them still couldn't believe it. Some even scolded Jiang Pengji for being too cruel and vicious... They have become more and more inclined to believe that the live broadcast is true.

[do whatever you want]: I believe the anchor really goes through the live broadcast... But as a modern person, what are your three views? It's so easy to destroy a person's eyes and want to beat people to death in public. It's too cruel and heinous!

Most of the bullet screens are similar in meaning, mostly denouncing Jiang Pengji's cold-blooded cruelty.

She secretly hooked her lips and asked the system to put her words in the center.

[anchor v]: who told you that I was from ancient times?

She was asked to lick blood with the edge of a knife according to the Three Outlooks standard in ancient times. She has been on the interstellar expedition for more than 30 years, and has directly or indirectly contracted tens of millions of human life debts in her hands?

She has her own code of conduct and judgment. As long as you don't step on her bottom line, everything is easy to say.

Stepped on it?

I'm sorry.

[anchor v]: I'd like to introduce myself. I'm Jiang Pengji, the head of the seventh corps of the interstellar human Federation, and the rank of general. Maybe I have an honorary Marshal after my death. According to your time, I probably belong to the future mankind in 10000 or 20000 years.

As he spoke, he stepped on the wooden clogs under his feet, and there was a rhythmic clatter in his ears.

[anchor v]: This is not the peaceful era you are used to, let alone the so-called human rights. There will only be many more bloody scenes like today. You and I are people of two times. Meeting is fate. If you are curious, I welcome it. If you disdain it, you can leave.

System: "..."

Nima, this is not only the most difficult host it has met, but also the biggest anchor that all viewers have met.

The system was almost so angry that the three corpses jumped violently, "you will make people angry, okay?"

Jiang Pengji quietly stirred up an arc and said firmly, "no, don't worry, the number will only increase later."

The system didn't understand. Jiang Pengji didn't bother to explain to it.

An anchor after tens of thousands of years opened a live broadcast in ancient times thousands of years ago, and it's still true. Isn't the gimmick big enough?

The system soon came back, because it found that the number of people watching the live broadcast had slowly climbed to 2000, and was approaching the 2005 level with an increasing range... However, why did the audience master have so many, and she didn't even see the lollipops?

"How old are you this year?"

Jiang Pengji took a flat wooden stick painted with red paint from a housekeeper and went to the unfortunate maid. The other party would like to shrink herself into the ground. If the housekeeper hadn't arranged someone to stare at her, she would have found a chance to die successfully.

"The slave is thirteen this year."

Although the handmaid was only 13 years old, she developed quite early. She looked like a graceful girl of 15 or 16 years old.

Jiang Pengji handed her the stick in her hand. In the frightened and stunned eyes of her maid, she crouched slightly and looked at her kneeling on the ground. With her other hand, she pinched each other's jaw, "people have been tied up and can't move. You can fight at will until you kill him. If you can't kill him, I'll spare his life!"

The gathered servants didn't know what had happened, but when they heard Jiang Pengji's words, they couldn't help taking a breath of air conditioning.

Jiang Pengji didn't care about other people's eyes. Instead, she asked your maid coldly, "do you want to fight?"

The other party's breath was a little short, and her hate eyes fell on the red lacquer stick in Jiang Pengji's hand. Shu ER was more firm, and her breath was more and more rapid.

"Thank you, Mr. Lang!"