Fast Transmigration: The Host's Villainous Boss is so sweet

Then he committed suicide with this machete.

Wen Jiang's raised eyebrows revealed a bit of regret.

"It was originally prepared for Emperor Dayan, but now it's cheaper for you."

Wen Jiang stepped on the man who was rolling on the ground, squatted down and spoke with a smile.

"Master, do you want me to play with you now?"

This person had never been bullied like this before, let alone injured, and now he started to convulse and tremble in pain, and his face turned pale.

"You...do you know who the young master is!"

Your life is in the hands of others, but you still have to be stubborn.

Wen Jiang chuckled, and the scimitar in his hand slowly slid down from the man's chest.

"I didn't know who you were before, but I will know who you are after a while."

The man hadn't reacted yet.

"You...what are you doing!"

Wen Jiang curled his lips into a smile, and quickly and sharply destroyed the most important thing on this man with the scimitar in his hand.

The man froze for a moment, until he felt the pain, and suddenly a more miserable scream than before came from the alley.

Those who heard it trembled unconsciously, only feeling trembling all over, and breaking out in cold sweat.

Frozen, no one dared to go and have a look.

After all, it was an important thing, and now it was gone, and he fainted from the pain. The blood all over the ground stained Wen Jiang's shoes and robe, his hands were also slightly stained, and the lanterns placed beside him were also stained red. took a slice.

Wen Jiang frowned, suddenly feeling a little irritable and annoyed.

He wiped the blood stains on his hands, as if he couldn't wipe them off.

How to do?

All dirty.

Lanzhou...

It's not that Wen Jiang has never killed someone before, but after entering the General's Mansion, he wanted to be the obedient Wen Jiang that Xie Lanzhou had in his eyes.

Wen Jiang's fair hands were scratched, but it felt like they hadn't been wiped clean.

all dirty...

Shouldn't he have done it?

Now that Lan Zhou knows, will he just...don't want him?

Thinking of this, for such a ruthless person just now, the tip of his nose turned red with grievances, his eyes were flushed with tears welling up.

Wen Jiang glanced at the sky and pursed his lips. Lan Zhou was going home.

Wen Jiang simply took off the blood-stained shoes of others, cut the corner of the blood-stained robe with a knife, glanced at the unusable lantern materials on the ground, and hurried back to the general's mansion.

Before Wen Jiang could change his clothes or wash away the blood stains that hadn't been wiped off, Xie Lanzhou came back.

Xie Lanzhou, who stepped into the room, paused slightly.

It smells like blood.

Xie Lanzhou has always been sensitive to smells, especially the smell of blood.

It seems that he is not here, and his Jiang Jiang has caused trouble.

Wen Jiang hid his hands behind his back when Xie Lanzhou entered the door, as if as long as he hid his darkest side, he would still be the obedient person in Xie Lanzhou's eyes.

In the past, Wen Jiang was not afraid of death and could be cruel to himself, but now he is afraid of Xie Lanzhou... don't want him.

"Wen Jiang, why are you so disgusting?"

"I've lost interest in you now, and I don't intend to want you anymore."

Suddenly someone flicked his forehead, "Jiang Jiang, what are you thinking?"

His tone was still as gentle as before.

There was no disgust in his eyes as he imagined.

"Lan... Lan Zhou..."

His eyebrows were slightly frowned, and there was a bit of aggrieved pain in his eyes.

Can Xie Lanzhou fail to guess what Wen Jiang is thinking?

These eyes were in front of him, and they could never hide anything.

Xie Lanzhou's eyes fell on Wen Jiang's bare feet, and he squatted down.

"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Wen Jiang retracted his feet subconsciously. He seemed to be running too fast. Apart from his own blood... there were also other people's blood on his feet.

"Lanzhou! Don't touch it!"