Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

This voice was gloomy and cold, as if seeping from the living coffin behind, with a bit of hatred and inexplicable ecstasy, it swept towards Jiang Yi like an overwhelming sea.

He turned his head slowly, and saw Pei Xiangyun, who was dressed in a strong outfit, slowly coming out from behind the wall.

"Master..." Pei Xiangyun said softly, "So you lied to me about your gentleness before, right?"

Jiang Yi didn't say a word, watched him slowly walk in front of her, and quickly took out a dagger from his waist.

The short dagger was shining with silver light, and it suddenly rushed towards Pei Xiangyun's neck.

Pei Xiangyun's eyes darkened, and just as he dodged the knife sideways, he saw the silver light suddenly change direction in mid-air, and turned to attack his shoulder.

He suffered this blow, but he also pinched Jiang Yi's wrist.

Jiang Yi frowned, his fingers were trembling slightly, but he was still unwilling to put down the short dagger, and the other unrestrained hand quickly hit Pei Xiangyun's lower abdomen.

Pei Xiangyun's eyes widened slightly in surprise, thinking that he had other sharp weapons, and while letting go to block them, his upper body leaned back slightly, avoiding Jiang Yi's another knife.

This time, it was aimed at his eyes, but he dodged it in time, leaving only a long and narrow gash on his cheek.

Pei Xiangyun slowly wiped away the blood on his face, his eyes could not see joy or sorrow: "Master, do you really want to kill me that much?"

Jiang Yi didn't say a word, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his temples, and was left behind.

The teacher and the student are too clear about each other's moves and ideas, and no one takes advantage of the other when you come and go.

If Pei Xiangyun could only restrain one of the teacher's hands, the other would always leave scars on his body when restrained.But in the same way, Jiang Yi could only leave a painless scar.

Pei Xiangyun's face became more serious.

He knew very well that the teacher's current physical condition was completely unable to support such a high-intensity game, but he couldn't persuade him to stop.

Master...does he really hate me that much?

Pei Xiangyun thought about it, and finally found a weak point in Jiang Yi, waiting for the opportunity, and clasped his hands together.

Jiang Yi wanted to raise his leg to kick him, but was locked in his arms by his ankle.

Pei Xiangyun's breathing was rapid, and large drops of sweat slid down his cheeks into his collar.

"Master..." he said softly, "You hate me so much."

Jiang Yi coughed twice, a streak of blood spilled from his lips.

During the days when he was imprisoned, those Usi people almost abolished his martial arts.

Originally, he could come and go with Pei Xiangyun for several rounds, but now he can only be controlled by others, which made him even more sad.

He knew better than anyone that his body could no longer bear the torment, but he was more unwilling than anyone else.

"As long as you know."

Jiang Yi breathed steadily, and spat in his face: "You bastard."

Pei Xiangyun lowered his eyes without changing his face, and said in a low voice: "If Master wants to come and see General Guan, all he needs to do is tell me. Why bother others with mobilizing troops?"

Jiang Yi's complexion changed, and he struggled to get out of his arms: "What do you know?"

"But the master really wronged the student..." Pei Xiangyun's eyes showed a trace of grievance, like a wild wolf that had been shot by an arrow, pretending to be docile to please the hunter. "General Guan was arrested, and the student didn't know it at all. If the master is angry, he will You don't have to spit on me either."

Jiang Yi almost laughed angrily at him.

Do you hate him for this?

Until now, Pei Xiangyun still didn't understand what he was hating.

The man's chest was hot and hot, which made Jiang Yi's heart skip a beat, his breath filled his mouth and nose, making him dizzy: "Let me go."

"If I let go again, Master will run away again."

Pei Xiangyun's voice was low, as if he was very dissatisfied: "The cost of food and clothing for Master has never been harsh, I don't understand what you are making trouble about."

"What am I doing?"

Jiang Yi stopped struggling and gave him a gentle smile.

Pei Xiangyun hadn't seen the teacher smile at him like this for a long time.

Ever since the teacher and the student met, they were either sneering or sarcastic, or fighting with each other like now, for a moment Pei Xiangyun became a little more frightened and looked at him without saying a word.

"I have taught you for six years. You brought information about Longxi to Wusi, and now you have imprisoned me in the house..." Jiang Yi said, "You have learned well."

Pei Xiangyun hugged him and walked slowly towards the mansion. He hesitated for a moment when he heard this, and realized that it was Jiang Yi who was scolding him.

I can hear the sarcasm.

Jiang Yi sighed secretly, looking back at the road behind him with a bit of unwillingness and longing.

Obviously he was almost free, but the wolf cub still smelled it and took it back.

"Pei Xiangyun..." he said softly, "Have you ever really had any kindness?"

Pei Xiangyun lowered his eyes: "Students only have goodwill towards Master, others don't care."

He only needs to take good care of the teacher, and other people are not important.

Along the way, many people looked over curiously, but when they caught a glimpse of Pei Xiangyun, they scattered like birds and beasts, and no one dared to touch him.

Some idle whispers were blown into Jiang Yi's ears along the wind.

As expected, he heard those discussions about his identity, some with contempt and curiosity, and even some ambiguous sentences with reverie, which made him a little at a loss.

Most literati are very thin-skinned, and now being speculated about his relationship with Pei Xiangyun face to face, his whole body is not right, and he wished he could commit suicide on the spot.

But Pei Xiangyun didn't give him this chance.

The guards of Usi in the mansion had already knelt down in unison, as if apologizing for not being optimistic about Jiang Yi.

Pei Xiangyun carried Jiang Yi into the room, and said softly, "Master, where did you get out from?"

Jiang Yi frowned and remained silent, staggering slightly.

Pei Xiangyun wanted to help him, but someone slapped the back of his hand mercilessly.

The crisp applause was especially harsh in the quiet mansion.

The guards lowered their heads even lower, for fear that the coach who had run into trouble would find him displeased and kill him.

The expression on Pei Xiangyun's face froze, and he continued on his own: "Even if it was me, I never found out that there is a secret door in this mansion. So I brought him here, and we talked face to face, why did he let you go?" go out."

There was more hatred and pleasure in his voice, and Jiang Yi was startled when he heard it. Just as he turned his head, he saw two heavily armed Us soldiers pushing a man into the house.

The man was roughly tied up, a piece of cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and half of his face was swollen. When he saw Jiang Yi, he struggled violently, but was kicked by the soldier.

It's Ah Nian...

The originally fair boy now had bruises on his face, and his body was trembling uncontrollably, as if he was in pain.

Jiang Yi's face turned pale, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Pei Xiangyun: "What do you mean?"

The cloth in Ah Nian's mouth was pulled out.

He gasped for air, his voice was sharp and desperate: "Foreign dog! Foreign thief! You will die!"

Pei Xiangyun raised his chin slightly.

The Us soldier who was holding Ah Nian understood, and stretched out his hand to pinch Ah Nian's chin and yank it down.

The young man let out a desperate cry from his chest in pain, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, his eyes were scarlet, and he stared at Pei Xiangyun firmly.

However, the mood of the person concerned did not fluctuate in the slightest. It seemed that he just made an extremely ordinary decision, rather than unloading a person's jaw alive.

"Master, can you tell me now?" Pei Xiangyun caressed the finger on his hand, his tone was as relaxed as if he was chatting about family affairs, "Who helped you escape? Where did you escape from?"

Jiang Yi's face was pale, and after a long silence, he whispered: "Let him go."

"Let him go?"

Pei Xiangyun glanced at Ah Nian, who was lying on the ground trembling, and there seemed to be a flash of jealousy in his eyes: "Master, are you begging for him?"

The Us soldier standing behind Ah Nian raised his foot and stepped on Ah Nian's hand hard.

Jiang Yi closed his eyes slightly, feeling dizzy.

Everything in front of him reminded him of the torture he suffered when he was captured in Us.

It's just that the person who was tortured was replaced by this innocent boy.

"Pei Xiangyun, that's enough."

Jiang Yi moved his lips, and said with difficulty: "It has nothing to do with him, you let him go."

Pei Xiangyun frowned, and his hands clenched the armrest of the chair, almost breaking it.

He was sad that his teacher was going to leave him, but the teacher cared so much about a boy who had just been with him for three or four days.

Pei Xiangyun was mad with jealousy.

Most people are always like this.When I get it, I take it for granted, but once I lose it, I want to crave and fight like crazy.

"Have I ever taught you about lynching? Have I ever taught you to lean on the strong and bully the weak?" Jiang Yi said softly, "I don't remember that I did."

"Uh..." Pei Xiangyun looked at him and was suddenly at a loss for words.

He was keenly aware that the gap between himself and the teacher had become bigger, but he was a little at a loss as to how to fill the gap.

"If I want to die with all my heart, you can't stop me?"

Jiang Yi slowly looked away, unable to bear to look at the young man who was prostrate at Pei Xiangyun's feet, unable to utter a sound from the pain.

When he met Pei Xiangyun, he was about the same age as Ah Nian, with scars all over his body, except for his pair of eyes that were frighteningly bright.

But after all these years, the person who was once bullied still bullied others with his own hands.

Jiang Yi suddenly felt very tired and also felt very meaningless.

The thing he has been fighting for for several years—whether it is Dayan or the students he taught carefully—either fell apart or looked strange.

very failed...

Pei Xiangyun licked his lower lip lightly: "I really can't stop Master from begging for death, but if Guan Yangui and him die before you, you can't stop it either."

"You threatened me with the two of them..." Jiang Yi said, "You are very smart now."

Pei Xiangyun raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his temples: "It's just that the students don't want the master to go."

Jiang Yi never expected such a day to come.He threatened him with his life, but the student looked indifferent, as if even if he really committed suicide in front of Pei Xiangyun, this cold-blooded wolf would not be moved in the slightest.

What a failure, what a tragedy.

"Master, let me ask you one last time..." Pei Xiangyun seemed to be sure of winning, with a slight curve on his lips, "Where did you escape from? Will you still escape in the future?"