Dressed as the Cannon Fodder Ex-Wife of the Regent Chapter 437: Wen and Gu Linchao had a close hug

Chapter 437 Wen Mingsheng and Gu Linchao had a close hug

But now, there is no weapon in her hand, no matter how cruel the moves are, Wen Mingyang can handle it.

After the two of them exchanged blows more than a dozen times, the maid became increasingly frustrated.

Looking at the other party's slightly childish face, Wen Shengyang took the opportunity to coax, "Little girl, how much money did the employer give you? As long as you give up killing me, I promise to give you more silver, gold is also acceptable. ”

The maid frowned and finally couldn't help but said: "You talk too much, I am killing you now."

Wen Mingyang smiled "haha" and said, "I know, so isn't this me negotiating terms with you?"

The maid felt insulted.

Why is she, a killer, so intimidating? Not only is she not afraid, but she dares to talk to her like this.

Thinking about it, her face darkened, making herself look more murderous.

Wen Gengyang realized that the female killer in front of her was a rookie killer. Thinking about it, she suddenly said: "Are you the killer of Chiyu Tower?"

The maid was startled and her movements stagnated.

Just because of her delay, Wen Mingyang had already bullied her, quickly kicked her to the ground with a kick, and then, she flew over as quickly as possible, holding down to get up. The maid locked her throat with his fingers and said coldly: "If you don't want to die, don't move."

The maid was startled and immediately turned pale.

Unexpectedly, the first time she took on a mission, she failed.

Without Wen Mangsheng's instructions, Lu Qiao cleverly found a tree vine, stepped forward and tied the maid tightly.

"Damn girl, you don't learn anything, but you learn **** people. Can you kill my young lady? If my young lady loses a hair, a hundred lives will not be enough for you to die." Lu Qiao was so angry that she cursed, He pulled her up from the ground and slapped the maid on the back of her head.

The maid turned pale with anger and stared at her murderously, "A scholar can be killed, but not humiliated! I fell into your hands today because I was not good at learning. If you want to kill or cut into pieces, just do it directly. ”

"She's quite brave." Wen Mingyang looked at her leisurely, suddenly raised her left hand, pushed her sleeve to her shoulder, and saw a feather-shaped tattoo on her upper arm.

This tattoo is the mark of the Akabane Tower killer.

The maid noticed her move and her expression changed again and again.

Wen Mingjun put down her sleeves and frowned: "The second elder is really getting more and more active, and he actually sent a rookie like you on a mission. The key is that he went against my wishes and took over this business. , does he have any misunderstandings about the scum who are heinous and bring trouble to one party?"

She made it very clear to the second elder at the beginning that she would not kill the scoundrels who were causing harm to one party unless it was a heinous crime. It was good that he was so brave that he dared to send people to kill her, the current regent.

Does he think that Akabane Tower is too peaceful, so he can't help but look for some excitement for Akabane Tower?

The maid's face is getting weirder and weirder. Who is this person and why does he know these secret things about Akabane Tower?

Wen Mingjun rummaged around on her body and took out an oil paper bag from her arms. When he opened it, he saw it was a piece of paper.

"What is this?" she asked, but when the maid didn't answer, she unfolded the paper herself.

When she saw the portrait on the paper, her nose almost became angry.

"Which **** painted me so ugly?" Wen Shengyang was so angry that he was furious. The portrait was so ugly that it looked nothing like her, but her name and... She didn't want to recognize her identity, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"Is the person who painted the painting jealous of me? Also, what is that look in your eyes? How does this portrait resemble me, making you think that I am the person in the painting and you are following me here to kill me?"

Wen Mingyang said angrily, turned the portrait around, showed it to the maid, and then said gloomily: "Excuse me, how do I resemble the person in this portrait?"

The maid saw that she was so angry that she almost exploded, and said blankly: "Eyes, eyes look like...and isn't your name and identity written on the side? It's easy to find."

Wen Mingsheng: "..."

Lu Qiao took a closer look and nodded, "Miss, the eyes are indeed very similar."

Wen Yangyang wiped the rain off her face and came to the conclusion, "You are all blind, my eyes are much prettier than hers." She seriously suspected that the person who painted the painting deliberately wanted to discredit her.

What kind of hatred or resentment did the painter want to paint her in such a bad way?

Lu Qiao shrank her neck, shut up and stopped talking. She picked up the bamboo hat and coir raincoat from the ground and handed them to her, "Miss, it's still raining. Put them on quickly."

Wen Mingyang pushed away, "I'm no different from a clay figure now, what's the use of wearing these?"

"That's right." Lu Qiao took it back angrily, and then asked for instructions, "Then what should I do with this **** girl?"

"Pull her back first, remember to keep her under guard and don't let her escape." Wen Hengyang explained.

"Yes." Lu Qiao quickly tied the maid tightly again.

Wen Mangyang was extremely depressed when he couldn't find another passable path, but he was almost killed on the way. Now he has become a clay figurine.

She and Lu Qiao walked to the left and right, escorting the maid back.

But at this moment, I saw a man walking hurriedly in the rain and fog in front of me.

When he saw the man's appearance clearly, Wen Yanyang thought he was dazzled.

"Lu Qiao, who is that person?" she asked uncertainly.

When Lu Qiao saw it, she was overjoyed and said, "Miss, it's the prince."

As soon as Wen Hengyang heard this, the hesitation in his heart disappeared immediately. He lifted up the hem of his soaked skirt and ran towards the man quickly.

After Gu Linchao used Qinggong to come in from the blocked road, he saw Wen's carriage. He originally thought that Wen Heng would be in the carriage, but when he passed by, he saw that only Xu was in the carriage. Later, he learned that Wen Heng was in the carriage. Coming in this direction, he searched all the way.

When he saw a man covered in mud running towards him, he was stunned for a moment, and when he saw those familiar peach blossom eyes, he was stunned for a moment.

"Your Majesty!" Wen Shengyang happily threw herself into his arms and gave him a close hug.

As a result, Gu Linchao's clean robes were stained with mud.

Gu Linchao supported the girl who was about to crawl into his arms, and said in a dumbfounded way: "How did you get yourself into this state? Are you rolling on the ground?"

Wen Hengyang pouted and pointed at the maid who was being held captive by Lu Qiao, "That stinky girl, she wanted to assassinate me, but luckily I saw through it. I had a fight with her, so I did it It's like this. ~IndoMTL.com~ When Gu Linchao heard this, his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly supported her to check, "Then are you injured? ”

"I'm not injured, I'm just dirty. I really want to go back and take a shower." Wen Shengyang coquettishly said in a low voice, "My legs are so sore. It's all your fault. Last night was endless, I had a fight with someone just now, and now I can’t walk..."

Gu Linchaojun's face felt hot, this girl...

He was doting and helpless, automatically ignoring her words, turned around and squatted down in front of her, "Then come up, I will carry you."

Wen Shengyang was overjoyed, but said with some scruples: "But I'm dirty..."

Gu Linchao said funny: "You just put all the mud on me, and now you are worried?"

"I was so happy to see you just now. I was so anxious that I forgot about it." Wen Hengyang said confidently.

"Come up quickly." Gu Linchao urged with a smile in his black eyes.

(End of this chapter)