Chapter 885

"Ah, sister - come on... I'm not afraid!"

Trembling, Liu Zhao handed the sword to Jiang Pengji.

Don't look at his brave words, but look at his trembling legs carefully, and then listen to his trembling and broken words, you will know how scared he is.

Jiang Pengji looked down at his trembling fingers and raised her hand to take over.

Liu Zhao had a generous expression, but he had to engrave two big characters on his face - come on!

Jiang Pengji raised her sword. The tip of the sword swam from Liu Zhao's cuff to her heart, gave a slight meal, then moved it to his neck and slid it onto his cheek.

Feeling the cold sword against his cheek, Liu Zhao swallowed his saliva nervously.

After a long time, I didn't wait for the expected sharp pain.

I don't know when he felt that his scalp was loose, and his long hair, which had been tied neatly, lost its bondage and fell like a waterfall.

Liu Zhao opened his eyes in amazement, raised his hand and grabbed the hair draped over his shoulders. Some suddenly said, "sister?"

Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "look at your fear of pain. Don't bully you. Put your sword away."

After that, she took a sword flower in her hand and accurately threw the sword back to the scabbard around Liu Zhao's waist, which made the other party stiff.

If you lose one of your brother's kidneys just now, you may lose it - what a close sister!

Liu Zhao hurriedly got up from the ground and saw that Jiang Pengji's gorgeous clothes had been stained with blood, and now there was still blood flowing out.

He felt pain just looking at it. I really don't know what kind of mentality the other party was holding. He was so cruel to himself?

The three wounds are long and deep. The blood flows out like no money. At this speed, don't you live and die?

"Sister, first find a doctor and stop the wound?" Liu Zhao casually expressed concern.

Jiang Pengji raised her hand to tear off several of his sleeves and neatly bandaged the wound with one hand.

"No, you go to see your father first. I have to deal with things outside."

Liu Zhao looked at his sleeve and almost wanted to cry without tears.

For a noble child who loves extravagance and enjoyment, clothes are their most cherished face.

Liu Zhao's gorgeous clothes were newly cut in recent days. He liked them very much when they were freshly baked.

It's not easy to wear it out. He hasn't had enough freshness. His clothes were badly hurt by his sister. Can he not feel bad?

But now is not the time to love clothes.

After listening to Jiang Pengji's words, he quickly tore off two pieces of cloth from her sleeve and went to Liu she to help him wrap up the wound.

Compared with Jiang Pengji's clean and neat, Liu Zhao was clumsy. Instead of stopping bleeding, she made Liu she's wound worse. Knowing that he had failed, Liu Zhao knelt beside Liu she nervously and watched each other take care of the wound.

"Follow your elder sister and study hard. If you have her three skills, you don't have to worry about your future as a father."

Because she lost a lot of blood, Liu she's cheeks looked very pale, and her forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Liu Zhao was obediently taught and dared not disobey Liu she.

"When my son is taught, he must learn from sister with an open mind."

Although the two are father son relationship, Liu Zhao has only seen each other several times over the years, either through the courtyard wall, rockery or window, or across a sea of people, and can only take a long look at each time. They have too little contact and their feelings are naturally alienated.

Because Liu she is unattainable, Liu Zhao has a natural fear of him.

In the face of Jiang Pengji, he can still sell pity. In the face of Liu she, he dares to sell pity. His skin will be picked alive by the other party.

Jiang Pengji walked out of the hall door and came face to face with Qi guanrang and Fengzhen with a happy face.

However, the happy look on their faces did not last long. Seeing that Jiang Pengji's clothes were stained with blood, their expressions changed one after another.

If at ordinary times, Jiang Pengji appeared in front of them with such an image, they would not doubt that the blood was hers.

Now, they are sure that the owner of the blood is their hero.

"Lord, why do you hurt yourself like this?"

Feng Zhen strode forward, and the ease on his face was replaced by dignity.

He couldn't help thinking of Wei Ci, who was far away in Beijing. If the man saw it, he couldn't tell how he would react.

Jiang Pengji didn't care much about the tunnel. "It's just a few cuts. There's no lack of arms and legs. Why are you so worried?"

Feng Zhen choked and felt that he cared about all the dogs.

How did he meet such a death loving Lord?

Feng Zhen said, "a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall, and the Lord should not put himself in a dangerous situation."

Qi guanrang noticed something else, and his eyes showed some concern.

Jiang Pengji said as she walked outside the house, "it's just three wounds. It's better than losing her life in the future."

Qi official asked him to turn around and take a look at the position of the hall. People kept coming out with stretchers, and thick blood beads kept dripping.

"Lord, you..."

Qi Guan asked him to take a breath of air-conditioning. His master killed all the leaders of Chongzhou aristocratic family.

According to their initial plan, it should be mainly shock and awe. I never thought that the Lord should be so cruel.

Jiang Pengji said, "kill and kill. It's useless stumbling block. It's too cheap to kick them away. They should be crushed hard!"

Just kick the stumbling blocks aside, which is too light a punishment for the stumbling blocks.

It is uncertain which day these stumbling blocks will appear on her only way.

In Jiang Pengji's opinion, instead of wasting time to move away, it's better to grind them into powder at the beginning.

At this moment, Jiang Pengji's potential murderous nature was revealed. Different from the strong intention to kill on the battlefield, she is just a decisive leader today. She doesn't have to end in person. Every step of her deployment can make people feel her strong and firm will.

Block, kill without amnesty!

Qi Guan rang and Feng Zhen, who followed Jiang Pengji, looked at each other and saw what they saw from each other's eyes. It's strange that the Lord is so confused that she can not only get together with her subordinates, but also celebrate with the people. She has no airs.

By this time, Li Peng had packed up all the soldiers and horses brought by these aristocratic family leaders and came to report back to Jiang Pengji.

Li Yun happened to hear what they said and felt a little worried. He said, "these people killed by the Lord are the leaders of all aristocratic families in Chongzhou. If there is no reasonable explanation, they are afraid they will not give up. If they slander the Lord everywhere and kill indiscriminately..."

Feng Zhen on one side listened and smiled without saying anything.

Why did Jiang Pengji hurt herself?

Didn't you kill those people for the sake of fame?

Since they dared to encourage the Lord to fight with the Chongzhou aristocratic family, and beat each other unprepared, they naturally had a comprehensive plan.

Qi Guan let me know more about Chongzhou affairs. He smiled contemptuously and said, "There's no need to worry. We've surrounded all the mansions. What we have to do now is to strike first and let them have nothing to say. As long as they are guilty of colluding with the nobles of Northern Xinjiang, don't say killing one or two people. Even if they kill all their families, scholars all over the world dare not criticize the Lord."

They don't have to worry about fabricating the charges of collusion. These aristocratic families have presented them with both hands, which is still a firm proof!