Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

A man is like a gun that is about to be fired, and an arrow that is about to leave the string at any time.

Coming out of the hall, the black on the man's robe was of different shades. It was obvious that the blood of the man who had just died had splashed on him.

The bloody smell that hits the face makes people sick.

Although Lu Zicha was a vampire in the last plane, which made his ability to accept it a little better, but he still feels a little uncomfortable seeing this scene now, which feels a bit cruel.

Yan Fengyang's empty and ice-like gaze slowly passed over Lu Zicha's body, and then fell on everyone.

It took a full 5 minutes before he opened his mouth. The magnetic voice was not as scary as his blood-soaked aura: "Now there is one less personal servant by my side."

Hearing what Yan Fengyang said, everyone didn't dare to take a breath. What they thought in their hearts was: It's not good!General, you just killed your original valet in front of us!

Sure enough, as the rumors said, since General Yan got into the wheelchair, he has a tyrannical temperament, is unpredictable, and likes to torture people to death.

It is said that those who stay with him will not live long.

The housekeeper looked at Yan Fengyang with some puzzlement: "General, but they are all low-level servants, and they haven't learned the rules of the general's mansion yet, what if they offend you..."

Yan Fengyang raised his right hand, but the housekeeper shut up instantly and stood aside.

Yan Fengyang glanced at the crowd again, and Lu Zicha felt that his eyes seemed to stay on his body for a while, but when he looked over, he saw Yan Fengyang turned the wheelchair, turned his back to them, and said, "I just kicked you away!" The man with the head comes here, and from now on, he will be promoted from a low-level servant to my personal servant."

"Yes." Lu Zicha quickly responded.

The reason why he was selected by Yan Fengyang as his personal servant was because of the kick he subconsciously stretched out just now?

Seeing Lu Zicha's thoughtful look, the butler hurried over and kicked him: "Why don't you hurry up and follow the general?"

"Ah, yes."

Xiaobu ran to the back of the wheelchair, Lu Zicha didn't know whether he should push the wheelchair or not.

He saw that Yan Fengyang was very flexible in turning the wheelchair, faster than he could walk, so he could only trot to follow behind Yan Fengyang.

Because Lu Zicha had no internal energy, he soon became short of breath.

It's only because the General's Mansion is too big!

After reaching the study room, Yan Fengyang's wheelchair stopped.

Lu Zicha finally touched the edge of his wheelchair, and as soon as he got his hands on it, he clearly felt that the material of the wheelchair was very unusual, but Yan Fengyang glanced at him coldly, which made Lu Zicha feel a little inexplicably guilty, His hands on the wheelchair were unconsciously retracted.

If you don't want to push it, don't push it. He doesn't bother to push the wheelchair.

"What's your name?"

Lu Zicha, who was standing beside Yan Fengyang, heard his question, and hurriedly said: "If you go back to the general, the villain's name is Lu Zicha."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Yan Fengyang in front of the pear wood desk in the study room nodded faintly when he heard the words, then raised his arm and stretched out his right hand.

Stretch your right hand again?

Lu Zicha didn't want to understand Yan Fengyang's meaning, but this is a good time to attack the target person.

He deliberately pretended not to know what Yan Fengyang was going to do, stretched out his hand, put it on Yan Fengyang's big hands with well-defined knuckles, and shook hands very friendly.

He wants to guide Yan Fengyang from the unexpected physical contact first!

Sensing the cold eyes of the other party, Lu Zicha raised the corner of his mouth slightly, pretending to be surprised and asked cautiously: "General, aren't you saying hello to me?"

"No." Yan Fengyang uttered two words coldly, then his eyes fell on their overlapping hands, feeling the cold touch, he frowned slightly, "Let go."

Only then did Lu Zicha slowly let go of his hand, and then saw that Yan Fengyang was still extending his hand.

Afraid that Lu Zicha would give him another handshake, Yan Fengyang said this time: "Bring me the pen."

"Yes."

This time Lu Zicha was on the road, and put the writing brush in the pen holder into Yan Fengyang's hand: "General, here you are. I'll start grinding ink for you right now."

Now Yan Fengyang is an idle person, Lu Zicha originally wanted to see what he was writing, but was stared at by Yan Fengyang's cold eyes, so he had no choice but to stand silently and be his background board.

After a while, Lu Zicha felt that his calves were sore from standing. He shifted his weight from his left foot to his right foot, and then from his right foot to his left foot.

At this time, Yan Fengyang, who was slightly disturbed by Lu Zicha, paused the pen in his hand, the ink left a wet mark on the fine rice paper, he frowned: "Get out!"

It happened that Lu Zicha didn't want to stay here anymore, so he responded directly: "Yes, General."

He walked out quickly, then turned around and closed the study door gently.

After a while, a nanny came from the kitchen, saw Lu Zicha who was drowsily asleep with a bristlegrass in his mouth, and shouted at him, "Little Chazi, wake up, ask the general, Is it time for the general to have dinner now?"

Little tea?

What is this called again?

Why does he feel like he is calling a eunuch?

Lu Zicha was a little speechless, he said helplessly: "Old man, you should call me Lu Zicha, I will inform the general right away."

Knocking on the door lightly, hearing voices inside, Lu Zicha opened the door and walked in: "General, it's time for dinner."

"Let's go." Yan Fengyang put down his pen, glanced at him, and didn't move.

The two stared wide-eyed for a second before Lu Zicha realized Yan Fengyang's intentions and walked over to push his wheelchair.

He secretly complained in his heart, Yan Fengyang was obviously pushing the wheelchair by himself just now, and he was out of speed, now seeing that he has no work to do, he was afraid that his wages would be counted for nothing, so he immediately asked himself to help him push the wheelchair.

The evil feudal society.

That is to say, Lu Zicha has a broad mind and never cares about this kind of person.

When it came to the dinner table, the General's Mansion had a wide variety of dishes, just because there were still some toxins in Yan Fengyang's body at that time, which needed to be nourished, and he was eating various medicinal foods on weekdays.

Although it is a herbal diet, the dishes look good and smell delicious.

Yan Fengyang was alone at the table, and casually said to Lu Zicha, "Let's serve vegetables."

This personal servant is simply not a human job!

Lu Zicha swallowed secretly, and tears of bitterness flowed down his heart: He was still doing coolies when the lights were on at midnight, and now he was finally promoted to be a personal servant, but the good days did not come.

He is very hungry now, but he has to sit still in front of so many delicacies, it makes him want to be full of meat!