I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Zheng Zhou said with his hands behind his back: "If you are told to do it, then do it, so there is so much nonsense?"

If I don't let her go, how can I be accurately assassinated?

Chapter 41

Zhengzhou's purpose was to die.

Last night, he learned from the painful experience and decided that he could no longer sit on the sidelines like this, and must take the initiative to attack and speed up the speed of death.

But there are not many things he can do, and the assassin of Twelve Nights Red Moon is one of the few people who can be used.

Zheng Zhou's idea is simple, he only needs to poke the Twelve Nights Red Moon assassin's sore spots hard, and then let her go. After a while, he will surely be able to wait for the Twelve Nights Red Moon to assassinate like a tide.

To die, Zhengzhou is serious.

Mo Jie didn't dare to disobey Zhengzhou, he helped the dancer untie the rough hemp rope binding her arms with a cold face, the dancer subconsciously shook her arms, and her plump figure trembled too.

People are really mad at people.

Compared with Zhao Ju'er's figure, the dancer's figure can be said to be very different.

"Give you a chance, get out, and go after what you think is the right way to reverse the Song Dynasty and restore Chu." Zhengzhou issued the order to evict the guests again, not forgetting to tease the dancer.

She seemed to be rooted in the ground, she didn't move for a long time, her expression was always solemn.

Zhengzhou sighed lowly, his mouth was still too harsh, and she completely broke her defense.

fair enough.

The sluggishness of dancing girls is fake now.

After she recovers, she will definitely fight back even more violently.

A little while.

The dancer finally moved, she twisted her body and curtseyed.

"Mr. Zheng Gao Yi, Yu Jurong thanked Mr. Zheng for your advice, but there is one thing that I still don't understand, please give Mr. Zheng some pointers."

Zhengzhou: "???"

Are all your killers so sloppy?

Seeing the relief in her moist eyes, Zheng Zhou felt that she really believed his nonsense.

Is this okay?

What should the assassin of Twelve Nights Red Moon do if he chooses to give up?

Zhengzhou panicked, don't let her have such wrong thoughts!

If you want to correct errors in time, you must use extreme methods.

"Tell me." Zheng Zhou said calmly, sinking into the couch again.

At the moment, the clouds have also become bizarre.

Hey?

This cloud is so big and white...

Zhengzhou looked intently, and it turned out that Yu Juirong was bending over to look at him.

Because of the ragged clothes, there was a scene that made Zhengzhou dumbfounded.

"I would like to ask Mr. Zheng, what is correct? Returning to the past, is it really so inferior in your eyes?" Yu Juirong was so excited that he didn't even notice how much impact his current self had given Zhengzhou.

Yu Juirong was about to cry.

What she thought was noble was demoted to nothing by Zhengzhou. The most uncomfortable thing was that Zhengzhou was well-founded and well-founded, and she couldn't even refute it.

For a moment, Yu Jurong even forgot that Zhengzhou was the biggest playboy in Tokyo.

"It's not so inferior, it's true that it's worthless." Zheng Zhou looked away, but was attracted to him uncontrollably.

Hey, I just can't control my eyes.

"Can Mr. Zheng tell me what should be done to be correct?"

Yu Juirong said sadly: "The Great Song Dynasty destroyed my home, my family's ancestors died because of the Great Song Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty lasted for a day, and Yu Juirong could not sit and sleep comfortably, and my heart felt like colic."

What does this have to do with me?

Zhengzhou slandered in his heart.

Please, his real purpose is to ask for death. Do you still need emotional counseling when you ask someone to kill you these days?

It is unreasonable not to accept some interest.

Zhengzhou simply appreciated it openly: "In fact, there is nothing wrong with opposing the Song Dynasty and returning to Chu."

"Then why did Mr. Zheng say that?" Yu Jurong was full of doubts.

Zhengzhou said: "It's a pity that your method has gone wrong. What's the use of widely accepting assassinations and weeding out traitors?"

"Except for the corrupt officials and officials, the people you killed the most were merchants and landlords. You thought this was an anti-Song restoration of Chu, and the beneficiary was actually the Great Song Dynasty."

Yu Juan looked astonished as a heavenly being, and his clothes slipped down again.

This shoulder is really white.

Gee.

"Then according to Mr. Zheng, what should we do?" Yu Jurong asked impatiently.

She seemed to see the door of a new world opening to herself.

The originally pale lips regained their blood color, turning rosy like tender peach flesh that has been peeled off.

"It's simple, but I don't know if you dare to do it." Zheng Zhou raised his eyebrows and looked at her... figure.

If Zhao Ju'er were here, she would definitely understand that there is a difference between people.

"Dare!" Yu Juan's face was resolute, and his eyes burst out with a scorching light like sunlight.

Zhengzhou said: "In the future, we will only kill the officials of the Great Song Dynasty. If they die, the Great Song Dynasty will be shaken, and the Great Chu will have hope."