The general is easy to bully

Shen Xingfeng frowned: "Wen Jue..."

Wen Jue stuffed the last piece of pancake into his mouth, clapped his hands, and lay down on the straw mat on the ground.

"Don't feel sorry for me, I don't dislike doing this kind of thing..." He didn't know what he thought of, suddenly turned his body, turned his back to Shen Xingfeng, wrapped his clothes tightly, and his voice suddenly became a little dull: "Anyway, for me, it's the same with anyone..."

Shen Xingfeng stared at his back.

The back of Wen Jue's fair neck was covered with dense bite marks and some bruises.

He had heard people say that some people have bad tastes in that kind of thing, counting the few affairs between him and Xiao Qihan, most of the time it was full of pain.

Why can't Wen Jue feel any pain?

Shen Xingfeng couldn't help stretching out his hand, trying to rub the blood on the back of his neck away.

However, Wen Jue seemed to have been electrocuted all over, turned around suddenly, waved his hand away, and avoided him from a distance.

He looked at Shen Xingfeng, his pupils burst out with almost instinctive fear in an instant.

It was as if Shen Xingfeng was some kind of heinous villain, full of vigilance.

Shen Xingfeng looked at Wen Jue quietly.

Wen Jue's eyes were a little clear, and he seemed to have recovered: "What are you doing?"

Shen Xingfeng: "You're hurt."

Wen Jue touched his neck and frowned: "...It's okay, it will be fine in two days anyway."

Shen Xingfeng stopped talking, and Wen Jue lay down again, wrapping himself tightly with his clothes.

Shen Xingfeng frowned.

He couldn't let Wen Jue do this kind of thing anymore.

Wen Jue didn't like it.

Even, there is already an instinctive sense of fear.

In the early morning of the next day, Wen Jue disappeared again, and there was a meat bun thrown by him beside him.

Shen Xingfeng went to the pool outside the temple to wash himself, bit the meat bun in his mouth, and went out.

The gate of the Earth Temple was extremely heavy, and Shen Xingfeng couldn't push it at all. The serious injury a year ago hurt Shen Xingfeng's hand, and his meridians were broken again. He would never be able to hold things like a normal person for the rest of his life.

It trembles slightly even when grasping something.

When Wen Jue dug himself out of the coffin, he was still thinking that it would be nice if he died.

Qi Lao used a pill to make Xiao Qihan mistakenly think that he was dead, and then secretly informed Wen Jue to take him away.

After all, Elder Qi loves him dearly, and is reluctant to let him leave this world at such a young age.

At that time, he was almost on the verge of dying, and the martial arts he lost and regained did not make him ecstatic for a long time, but he was faced with the fact that he lost it again and became a disabled person forever.

Wen Jue took him all the way south to Yangzhou. They had no ability to make money. Wen Jue used the money he sold himself to find medicine and a doctor for Shen Xingfeng, and just like that pulled him back from the gate of hell when he was dying.

Shen Xingfeng clenched his teeth and slammed open the door of the Earth Temple with his shoulder.

He could no longer let Wen Jue sacrifice for himself.

No one wants to be tossed like that in bed.

Wen Jue is not a fool.

Shen Xingfeng walked to the busy street. He didn't know where to find Wen Jue, so he simply pulled a little brother who sold goods on the side of the road, and asked, "Have you ever seen a man who is about my age? A little taller than me." ..."

The little brother shook his head: "There are so many people, how can I remember?"

Shen Xingfeng tried his best to describe Wen Jue: "She is very beautiful, but there is a scar on her face..."

The little brother let out an "ah", and stared at Shen Xingfeng with lewd eyes: "Little brother, don't you want to sleep with him too?"

Shen Xingfeng was taken aback: "What?"

The little brother said: "We all know the person you mentioned. He hooks up men on the street every day, and whenever he meets someone, he asks if he wants to fuck him..." The little brother smiled "hehe", lowered his voice, and turned to Shen Xing. Feng compared a number: "It's only this money, the taste is really good! It's so flirtatious on the bed. Our Qinghui restaurant in Yangzhou regards him as a thorn in the side."

Shen Xingfeng's face was pale: "He...where is he now?"

"I took the messenger away to the inn over there, now, that's the one."

The little brother pointed in a direction.

Shen Xingfeng gritted his teeth and hurried to the inn.

He rushed into the inn in one breath, and the waiter in the inn was taken aback: "Oh, little brother, what are you doing?"

Shen Xingfeng asked him: "Someone is here with you."

"There are people here every day."

Shen Xingfeng didn't know what to say to him, so he said "I'm looking for someone" and ran upstairs.

There are many rooms on the second floor of the inn, and when he was hesitating which room to go to, Shen Xingfeng suddenly heard a scream.

Shen Xingfeng's face immediately turned pale.

That was Wen Jue's voice.

When Shen Xingfeng walked to the door of that room, more unpleasant voices came out.

He felt that Wen Jue must be in pain, his cry was hoarse, almost insane,

Shen Xingfeng put down his hand to knock on the door, and sat silently at the door, leaning against the wall, waiting for the atrocities inside to end.

Wen Jue was already begging for mercy, "Master, master, please let me go, I really can't do it...ah..."

His begging for mercy was met with even worse treatment.

There were many voices in there, very chaotic, I don't know if it was only Wen Jue, that person, and others.

Their playfulness and ferocious laughter pierced Shen Xingfeng's ears like needlepoints.

Shen Xingfeng wanted to cover his ears several times, but forced himself to listen.

Wen Jue suffered this for him.

He has to listen carefully.

Just when Shen Xingfeng's palm was oozing blood from being pinched, the door of that room was finally opened, and three greasy-faced men walked out with disheveled clothes and smiles.

Shen Xingfeng watched them go downstairs, then turned and went into the house to look at Wen Jue.

Wen Jue was lying on the bed, already passed out.

The side of his face was covered in cold sweat, and the corners of his mouth were full of dirty body fluid.

Shen Xingfeng cleaned Wen Jue's body with a towel. He looked like a broken doll, covered in bruises, holding a bank note in his hand, holding it very tightly.

Shen Xingfeng's eyes turned red.

Wen Jue has been calling a name in a daze.

Shen Xingfeng listened for a long time before he recognized from his hoarse voice——

He is calling "Master Xu".

After cleaning Wen Jue's body, Shen Xingfeng sat cross-legged on the bed.

He has to find a way to make money, even if there is no other way, he can no longer let Wen Jue support him.

Shen Xingfeng stared at his hands.

Pupils tightened.

Why don't you just break it off and ask for money?

Still the same as Wen Jue...

Shen Xingfeng was seriously thinking of ways to make money in bed.

At noon, before Wen Jue woke up, Shen Xingfeng wanted to go outside to try his luck.

At this point, there are many people in the inn.

"Now it's time for Yunying Shen to be the emperor!"

"Fart, he's just supervising the administration."

"It's just nice to say, who doesn't know that what Yun Yingshen speaks is more important than the emperor!"

"He let Xiao Qihan kill many people. The ministers who supported the emperor were almost killed by Xiao Qihan."

"Xiao Qihan is really a rebellious, ambitious wolf."

Shen Xingfeng left the inn expressionlessly amidst the commotion.

Walking along the street, I saw a little boy wiping tears in a gazebo ahead.

He dresses like a son of a rich family.

It's just that there are no servants around, did they sneak out?

Shen Xingfeng walked over, "What's wrong with you?"

The little boy looked at Shen Xingfeng and wiped his tears: "Master asked me to compose a poem, but I couldn't do it. Master is going to sue my father again."

Shen Xingfeng saw that there was indeed a pen and paper spread out in front of him, and two lines of writing were scrawled on it.

"One person eats biscuits, two people eat..."

Shen Xingfeng let out a "puchi" laugh.

The little boy cried louder.

Shen Xingfeng felt that he was not very moral, so he quickly stopped laughing and patted his head: "Okay, don't cry, brother, can you help me?"

"You can do it too?"

Shen Xingfeng looked at the tattered old clothes on his body, and raised his head: "Yes, I guarantee that your wife will not scold you."

Shen Xingfeng picked up the brush.

After his hand was injured, his handwriting was not as beautiful as before, and his writing was trembling. Shen Xingfeng himself was very dissatisfied. If his father saw this kind of handwriting, he would hit the palm of his hand.

Shen Xingfeng handed the finished poem to the boy, "It's done."

The little boy wiped away his tears: "Brother, can I ask you to write for me in the future?"

Shen Xingfeng nodded: "Okay, brother lives in the Earth Temple over there, you can come and find me."

Three days later, Shen Xingfeng's Earth Temple was pushed away.

It turned out to be the little boy named Chang Yan, followed by five or six little kids around the same age.

They all came to Shen Xingfeng to help them with their homework.

Shen Xingfeng got a headache from the noise, ran to stand on the table, and shouted condescendingly: "Quiet, quiet! Now, I can help you with your homework, but it costs a penny!"

Several children hurriedly took out money from their pockets, and scattered it all over the table.

Shen Xingfeng's eyes widened.

I really met a group of rich and cute little fools.

After taking other people's money, Shen Xingfeng still helped them with their homework seriously.

"Our master is very strict. If you don't move to complain, my father always beats me."

"So is my dad!"

While Shen Xingfeng was writing on the paper, he listened to their chirping.

Changyan ran up to Shen Xingfeng, "Brother Xingfeng, have you been beaten by your father too?"

Shen Xingfeng was startled, then nodded: