reborn madman

Pan Shulin asked, "Where is the ledger now?"

Zhao Xiang said, "In my room."

Pan Shulin walked back and forth a few steps, closed his eyes and pondered, for a moment, a sternness flashed across his face, he waved to Zhaoxiang, and whispered something in his ear, Zhaoxiang looked a little hesitant, looking very embarrassed.

"If I do this, I will no longer be able to withdraw money from the attic!"

"But only in this way can you be safe and sound." Pan Shulin patted Zhao Xiang's shoulders twice: "I'm done with this, you think about it yourself, only if you are safe and sound, we will have the opportunity to cooperate to deal with that rumor later."

After finishing speaking, Pan Shulin left with his attendants.

Zhao Xiang stopped at the spot and thought for a while, finally gritted her back molars, shook her sleeves and walked out.

Wang Jin, who was sitting in the room waiting for Zhaoxiang to arrive, suddenly heard a lot of footsteps outside, and he was about to go out to have a look, when suddenly a group of orcs broke in very quickly, and before everyone had time to react, they knelt All the people on the ground were killed.

So many brothers... He never thought of taking these people's lives... Wang Jin's complexion turned pale, and he stood up suddenly, and walked out slowly behind these orcs, his face was full of anxiety and worry: "I'm late, A Yao, are you not hurt?"

He stepped forward and pulled Wang Jin to look left and right, as if he was really worried about Wang Jin's injury. Wang Jin squinted at him, and then looked at the corpses on the ground...

This Zhaoxiang can really break through the lower limit of his cognition every time.

No matter how knowledgeable he was in his previous life, he had never seen such a cruel and ruthless person who went straight to the door and killed all his confidantes who arranged for him in the attic...

Since Zhaoxiang dared to come directly to kill these people, he must have thought of a reason to prevaricate himself. Wang Jin was curious, what was his excuse?

Wang Jin moved his arm, and he shook off his touch and asked tentatively, "You... what's going on?"

Zhao Xiang glanced at the corpse on the ground, smiled as if nothing had happened, and said, "These guys are so bold, they dare to bully even you, death is not a pity, I will clean up the house for you."

"For me?" Wang Jin said with a sarcastic smile, "Don't you care about the affairs inside my attic?"

"This..." Zhaoxiang pretended to react and said: "I was impatient, I heard that they bullied you, I forgot my promise... I am really worried about you..."

Again using "too concerned" as an excuse.

The sarcasm in Wang Jin's eyes was even worse, he looked at Zhaoxiang as if he was looking at a traitor who committed a crime, and said: "But they told me before that you ordered them to bully me, and the account book is also with you... ...you swallowed all the silver coins lost in the attic."

"!" Zhaoxiang turned a blind eye to Wang Jin's sarcasm and the clearness in his eyes, pretended to be extremely surprised, and argued: "These brothers are too bold and reckless, they are trying to sow discord between you and me. Relationship! I don’t care about the attic. Even if I made an exception today, it was Xiaoxiao who suddenly came to me and threatened me with destroying the ledger... He asked me to intercede with you, and they handed over the ledger if they spared their lives. I thought, how can they forgive you for insulting you like that, so I didn't agree, and executed these people for you in a moment of anger!"

As Zhaoxiang said, she covered her mouth with her short round fingers, and her eyes looked ignorant and innocent... as if he was really innocent.

This acting... Wang Jin couldn't help applauding.

Only then did Wang Jin feel that he underestimated Zhaoxiang.

Who would have thought that a short, fat guy who doesn't look vicious would be so ruthless and ruthless in his heart...

This time he was caught off guard...

Now that all the insiders are dead, the ledger is missing, and there are no witnesses and no physical evidence. Even if the matter is a big mess, Zhao Xiang's sudden intervention in the attic will indeed be suspected, but it can't shake him. After all, he is the son of the deputy city lord... ...Besides, with his superb acting skills and his friendly appearance... Few people would believe that he would do such a thing...

Wang Jin sneered, rushed in grandiosely, and killed the person in his attic. He still couldn't shake this person, at most he could only blame him for meddling...

Finally, Zhao Xiang has another serious reason for meddling in his own business—as his only friend, he "cared" too much for him...

This is really...

Wang Jin's knuckles bent slightly, and he knocked on the table three times as if venting his anger. With a fake smile on his face, Zhao Xiang stepped forward to help him...

Wang Jin angrily said, "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

"..." Zhao Xiang paused, with an aggrieved expression: "A Yao, do you believe they made up my words?"

"...Little brother." As soon as Yuan Heng entered the room, he saw corpses all over the room, his face turned serious, and he stepped forward to block Wang Jin.

When Wang Jin saw the man, the disgust at Zhaoxiang's hypocritical face was suppressed a lot.

He put most of his weight on the man, waved his hands tiredly to Zhaoxiang and said, "Let's go."

"Ayao..." Zhaoxiang still wanted to step forward, but Yuan Heng frowned and stared at Zhaoxiang, blocking Wang Jin's way.

The man had a ferocious expression on his face, and the breath in his body was overwhelming. For some reason, Zhao Xiang looked at the man in front of him with a sense of guilt.

He hurriedly lowered his head, and said with concentration: "Then Ayao, take a good rest and tell me if you need it. No matter how you misunderstand me, I will always regard you as my best friend."

"..." Wang Jin tightened the man's clothes, feeling more and more disgusted...

He had never seen such a brazen person.

After Zhaoxiang left, Wang Jin quickly followed the man out and asked the nurse to clean up the house.

The little brother came out of the house, his complexion became paler, even his lips were white, Yuan Heng put the hot snacks on the table: "Little brother... eat..."

Before Yuan Heng could finish his words, Wang Jin waved his hand, expressing that he would not eat.

He drank several sips of hot tea to calm down the shock, called Shan Bo over, gave him some money and said, "Shan Bo, help me to find some obedient brothers and come back. There is also a accountant, since the account book is gone. Already, then I will start to remember again at this time.”

As he said that, Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, "Also, help me to tell my brother..."

After a pause, Wang Jin pursed his lips and said, "Let's just say that I saw something bloody and fell ill. Let me borrow the doctor who saw me before."

"...Little Master is sick?" Shan Bo raised his head worriedly, and Yuan Heng's eyes also showed worry.

Wang Jin was stunned. The scene just now was indeed too exciting, but he also took the slave market in his previous life, and he had never seen corpses everywhere. What's more, he has experienced giant pythons and animal hordes in this life, and his ability to bear it is much stronger. Now Just a little uncomfortable...

His main purpose of going to the doctor is not to look at the body, but to let his brother know how reckless and suspicious things some people have done...

This Xin Ning knows that although it cannot shake Zhaoxiang, it can at least make Zhaoxiang settle down for a while.

This time is enough for him to tidy up the attic.

Thinking of this, Wang Jin shook his head and said, "I'm fine, I just want to see that my body is safer."

"It's correct to say so." Shan Bo understood and withdrew.

After Shanbo left, Yuan Heng took Wang Jin's hand in distress. He didn't say anything, but gently rubbed the back of Wang Jin's hand, but Wang Jin felt as if his heart had been soothed by sweet words, heavy The feeling gradually dissipated.

He shook his head, got rid of those messy thoughts, held the man's hand behind his back and said: "Brother Heng, this attic will be your home for a short time from now on, how do you think we should decorate our home?" ?”

Yuan Heng paused, is the attic a home?

He didn't take a good look at this attic when he came back last night, but today before the little brother woke up, he had a good look at it... It was as big as the houses of the Danmu tribe before, and it was still two The attic on the first floor, the courtyard is paved with gravel roads, the furniture and floors inside are all wooden, extremely delicate...

This place is many times better than that of the Danmu tribe... This is where my little brother used to live...

The stone house of the former Danmu tribe really wronged his brother...

Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes in disappointment. He always thought that he gave his brother the best, but he didn't expect that what he gave was far from enough...

"Brother Heng?"

The soft voice brought back Yuan Heng's absent-mindedness, Yuan Heng regained his senses, raised his eyes and said, "I listen to my little brother."

"Listen to me?" Wang Jin looked around the courtyard and said, "There should not be so many flowers and plants in this yard, but more space, so that we can lie in the yard together and watch the moon like in the Danmu tribe. "

"..." Yuan Heng heard the words, a gleam of light flashed in his light-colored pupils: "The flowers in this yard are very beautiful... Don't you like it? Do you like lying in the simple yard like the Danmu tribe?"

"If you want to give it to the past, I definitely liked these flowers and plants, but well, with Brother Heng here, I think it's better to watch the moon with you than the flowers..."

When the moon shines down, the man will look very handsome. Although the flowers before the moon and the moon are also very good... But the flowers will still cover the moonlight, making him unable to see the handsome appearance of the man...

Yuan Heng's heart softened, and out of some obsession, he persistently asked, "Then... I prefer this attic or the stone house of the Danmu tribe..."

"..." That's naturally an attic... It's more comfortable to live in this attic than a stone house...

Just as Wang Jin was about to speak, he saw the man staring at him intently with his light-colored pupils. He looked like a dog wagging its tail to ask for affirmation and praise...

Wang Jin's words reached his throat and he couldn't spit out any more. He swallowed the words that the attic was better, and said instead: "I like the layout of our Danmu tribe's house..."

"..." is just an arrangement...

Seeing the man's eyes dim, Wang Jin hastily said, "I like... people the most."

Wang Jin seemed to have found something to comfort the man, and his eyes were filled with joy. He took the man's hand, held his hands together and said, "My favorite is Brother Heng... No matter where you are, as long as there is Brother Heng, you are home."

"..." When the little brother said this, his clear eyes were bright, reflecting his own figure, his eyes full of dependence, as if he was his only support.

The man's heart skipped a beat, and his heart instantly softened into a mess. The little bit of loss before disappeared, he just wanted to hold the little brother in front of him on the tip of his heart, and give him the best, most comfortable and most suitable place for him...

Yuan Heng's little concern has completely dissipated, and now he only wants to make this attic the most comfortable and pleasing place for my little brother.

"On the way to Ning'an City, I prepared a lot of seeds of the fruits you like to eat. We can plant them in the backyard." Yuan Heng said.

Wang Jin's eyes lit up when he heard the words: "That's excellent."

"The furniture in this room is too colorful, I don't like it, so let's go out for a stroll, buy some together, and reorganize the room." Wang Jin looked around.

"Okay." Yuan Heng responded.

When the two of them were going out, in an attic somewhere in Ning'an City, Pan Shulin was sitting in the attic, looking out as if waiting for something.

Not long after, a brother hurried in, came to Pan Shulin, knelt down in front of him, and replied with a happy face: "Young master, it's over."

When Pan Shulin heard this, the corners of his brows raised slightly, and his eyes showed joy: "Zhaoxiang really killed all the people in the attic?"

"Yes." The brother couldn't help showing a smile: "That Zhaoxiang helped us solve the biggest trouble."