Chapter 60 Pay attention to your character design!
Before seeing Yan Bingyun, Fan Xian imagined many scenarios: such as being hung on the torture rack and beaten to pieces, not like a human nor a ghost.
This is the worst possibility.
Fan Xian once imagined that maybe he was sitting on a soft bed at this moment, being regarded as the guest of honor, surrounded by clouds and brocades, and beauties.
This is the worst possible.
There is also a kind of weird imagination that is always lingering in Fan Xian's brain. Maybe seeing Yan Bingyun for the first time, the other party will pounce on him like a tiger with a wounded head, wanting to tear himself into pieces, with snot and tears Blame the people in the yard for not being **** themselves, and complain that they came too late.
Of course, this is the most unlikely possibility.
But no matter how he imagined it, the first thing Fan Xian did when he walked into the room would not change.
First remove the human skin mask stuck on the face, then pull off the hairpin jewelry on the head, and finally take off the short shirt and long skirt on the body, and then throw these things out fiercely.
Zhou Ji snickered and looked at Yan Bingyun who was sitting next to him.
This cell doesn't actually look like a cell.
A hard couch, a desk, and some daily furnishings. It doesn't look like a torture room, but a room for a home.
Yan Bingyun was dressed in white, and sat behind the desk with an indifferent expression. He had a handsome face, thin lips and eyebrows. In terms of physiognomy, he was an extremely ruthless person.
Zhou Ji frowned slightly, the smile on his face gradually faded, and he turned to look elsewhere.
Fan Xian finally tidied up his appearance and walked quickly, seeing the large blood stains oozing from the surface of Yan Bingyun's white clothes, he couldn't help frowning.
"Yan Bingyun, do you still remember me? I'm Fan Xian."
"I remember." Yan Bingyun opened his eyes, his brows seemed to be locked with a big lock, he frowned tightly, and said with a stiff dead face: "Have you joined Beiqi?"
"Tsk~" Zhou Ji clicked his tongue impatiently, "If you want to leave, go quickly, people outside have already surrounded you."
"I am now the envoy of the Qing Kingdom Mission, and I was ordered to take you home." Fan Xian did not understand why Zhou Ji had a sudden convulsion, and explained patiently, "Thanks to your information, the Qing Kingdom won this battle." , Bei Qi has already sued for peace, and everything will be clear when you follow me back to the mission."
"The Daqing spy network is already in ambush. Rescue me out, gain my trust, and catch them all when I go out to contact them. Is this what you plan to do?" The reading was average, if Fan Xian hadn't noticed that there was no human skin mask on the other person's face, he would have almost thought that this person was pretending.
These conversations directly cured Zhou Ji's hypotension. Looking at Yan Bingyun, who was padlocked between his brows, he took out a sand eagle and pressed it to his forehead, saying impatiently: "What nonsense, I will shoot you!" Break you!"
Fan Xian hurriedly grabbed Zhou Ji's arm, and said anxiously, "Zhou Ji, pay attention to your character design."
"I'm sorry, I don't know why, but I suddenly want to kill someone." Zhou Ji took a deep breath, spread his hands and stepped back half a step, then suddenly approached, directly touched Yan Bingyun's acupuncture points, and lifted him in his hands.
Fan Xian couldn't understand why Zhou Ji became so irritable, "What are you doing!"
Zhou Ji sneered and opened the insurance, "He is a spy, and he has been interrogated by torture for so long, and his psychological defense line has already been pulled above the warning line. Do you think you can gain his trust just by your own empty words?"
Fan Xian said in a deep voice, "I promise to take him back."
"The ultimate goal of Chen Pingping and Emperor Qing is not for you to bring back a living Yan Bingyun, but to let him keep the secret of going to the capital's spy network." Zhou Ji sneered, "A living Yan Bingyun can keep it secret, but a dead one can keep it secret." Yan Bingyun will never leak any secrets."
"Doing so will chill the hearts of the Qing people."
Rationally speaking, Fan Xian agrees with Zhou Ji's words, but emotionally speaking, he doesn't want to wantonly kill people.
Looking down at Yan Bingyun who was dragging on the ground, Zhou Ji suppressed the disgust and killing intent in his heart, and said coldly: "Do you still think we are lying to you?"
Yan Bingyun could see that the killing intent in Zhou Ji's eyes was not fake. Although he didn't know why the other party hated him, he knew that if he disagreed, the other party would really kill him.
Seeing more and more Jinyiwei gathered outside, the original plan also became a little more variable because of Zhou Ji's sudden change of mind.
"We won't be able to get away if we drag on any longer." Fan Xian said in a deep voice, "Let's find a way to escape first?"
Across the door, Zhou Ji already sensed the rushing footsteps approaching from all around, and knew that it might be more difficult to get out if the delay continued, so he buckled the insurance, opened the door and rushed out, directly locking the five bows and arrows in the outermost circle hand, shoot and kill.
At first, the Nursing House was wary because of Shen Wan'er, but when they saw that Zhou Ji was the only one, they realized that they wanted to call the archers to release their arrows, but when they were hesitating and hesitating, they saw Zhou Ji holding the arrow in his hand. The strange hidden weapon that was dug out, a short black sleeve and a silver iron weapon, actually spewed out flames, knocking down all the few archers in the courtyard within a few breaths.
"What kind of weapon is this?"
"Witchcraft"
Once the pistol is exposed, it will inevitably cause an uproar, but at this time Zhou Ji can't care much.
Before, it was because of his foresight that Yan Xiaoyi dared to show his teeth at him. Now that I think about it, when the eldest princess ordered Lin Gong to plot against him, he should have killed these two hidden dangers in the bud!
"After all, I'm still too soft-hearted." Zhou Ji murmured and killed another person.
"It's just a crossbow, let's go shoulder to shoulder when he runs out of arrows!" Another little boss swallowed, and when he saw what Zhou Ji stopped suddenly, he shouted loudly, "Shen Your lord will be here soon, everyone will win if you hold the thief!"
"superior!"
"kill!"
Everyone rushed forward, only to see another person rushing out of the room. Someone recognized the other person's identity and exclaimed, "Fan Xian!"
After all, Zhou Ji had never experienced professional military training, so he wasted a lot of time changing magazines. Although he shot and killed two small bosses who picked up bows and arrows, the kung fu at this moment has already alarmed the neighbors in all directions. Several fireworks of different colors shot up into the sky, reflecting each other in the whole of Shangjing.
The small courtyard where Yan Bingyun was imprisoned was in a corner of the downtown area. Due to the nature of confidentiality, Shen Chong did not arrange too many people.
As for safety, the surrounding guardhouses and small courtyards are at an angle. These fireworks are from near to far. Zhou Ji jumped up. As soon as he stood on the roof, he saw the end of his line of sight. Ming Jinyiwei was rushing towards here quickly.
"It's too late, let's go!"
As Zhou Ji said, he carried Fan Xian on his shoulders, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Bingyun's leg, and just dragged it on the ground, and disappeared before everyone's eyes.
(end of this chapter)