The dead general was kidnapped by his husband and taken to farm.

Chapter 146 The guy who came to ask for a fight

The first three games were won without any pressure, and it was no surprise that Ji Yinghuai and his friend lost.

According to the bet just now, Jiang Shian drew beards on the two men, put eyeliner on them, and dotted a black mole on the corner of their mouths.

He himself burst into laughter beside him, and the two losers looked at each other, feeling a little amused and helpless when they saw each other's appearance at that moment.

But neither of them was stupid, and they slowly figured out the rules and ways to play.

Ji Yinghuai's mind was working quickly. He started counting the cards on the table and soon the situation was in his hands.

The loser gradually became Jiang Shian, as he could only win one game out of three.

Ji Yinghuai still couldn't bring himself to touch his pretty face, so he just made a stroke on Jiang Shian's hand.

At the end of the film, there were no such concerns and Jiang Shian was also given a black mustache.

"It's my turn, it's my turn, it's finally my turn, young master, you just painted on my face a lot."

"Damn, Yingmo, why are you so vindictive? Can't you learn from your master?"

Ji Yinghuai spread his hands, took the brush, and dotted a ball of black ink on Jiang Shian's nose: "It's pretty cute."

Jiang Shian curled his lips. How could a face with black and white spots like this be good-looking? It wasn't a giant panda in a modern zoo.

After a few games, the sky outside the window darkened.

After a while, there was a muffled thunder.

Jiang Shian stood up and walked to the window to take a look. Large patches of black clouds gathered in the sky, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

I sat down and played again, then I heard the crackling sound of raindrops outside.

Accompanied by lightning and thunder, the wind blew in through the curtains.

The cups on the table clattered, and Ji Yinghuai quickly stood up and closed the window.

"What time is it?" Jiang Shian asked.

Ji Yinghuai glanced at the clepsydra on the table: "It's almost midnight."

Jiang Shian opened the door and looked into the corridor. Apart from the candles on both sides, there was no other movement in the corridor.

He touched his chin. It was so late, those people would definitely not come.

You're not a coward.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the sound of a teacup breaking to the ground downstairs.

They lived on the third floor and couldn't see what was going on downstairs, so maybe it was just an accident.

Jiang Shian listened carefully for a while and soon remembered the rustling sounds again.

The voice was so low that he wouldn't have heard it if the door hadn't been open.

He closed the door, turned around, winked at the two of them, and gestured to turn off the lights: "Coming."

Ji Yinghuai and Yingmo walked behind the screen at the same time, where clean water was provided. They didn't want their faces to be seen by people coming in.

Ji Yinghuai not only washed himself clean, but also handed the towel to Jiang Shian when he came out, asking him to wipe himself clean.

This ink was indeed easy to wash off. Jiang Shian wiped it a few times casually and the handkerchief turned black.

After cleaning up, Ji Yinghuai waved his hand, and the oil lamp on the table went out instantly, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.

He walked over quietly to the place where Jiang Shian had just stood.

Jiang Shian knew it was Ji Yinghuai when the person approached, so he didn't react much.

For these small minions, Yingmo can easily deal with thirty of them alone.

It just so happened that Yingmo had been bored these days, so the two men asked him to relax and just not beat anyone to death.

Ji Yinghuai pulled Jiang Shian to the inner room and sat down on the bed.

Jiang Shian was a little confused. He looked at the dark room. They were clearly the same eyes. He was blind, but this man could find the location of the bed with incredible accuracy in the dark night.

"Are you cold?" Ji Yinghuai asked in a low voice.

Jiang Shian shook his head: "It's not cold. How about you? Do you want to put on more clothes?"

"Cold." Ji Yinghuai said only one word, then moved closer to Jiang Shian and hugged the boy in his arms: "You won't be cold this way."

Jiang Shian: “…”

If you want to hug me, just say so. What a lame excuse.

It was already autumn and it was still raining heavily outside, but Ji Yinghuai's body temperature was high and he soon became so hot that he broke out in a thin layer of sweat.

Anyway, the room was pitch black, and Jiang Shian took advantage of the fact that no one could see him, so he threw his face behind his head and let Ji Yinghuai hold him.

The two of them talked in whispers.

Jiang Shian: "What do you think they will say first when they come in?"

Ji Yinghuai: "He called us ignorant or something like that! He asked us to kneel down and apologize to him?"

Jiang Shian: "I think so too. How many groups do you think will come?"

Ji Yinghuai: "Jiang Xian and his gang, and the one who teased you this morning, that ignorant fellow."

Hearing Ji Yinghuai's sarcastic tone, Jiang Shian elbowed the man and said, "Get lost. This is clearly a masochist. Just wait and see whether I beat him up or not."

"..."

Yingmo was sitting at the table holding a teacup with shaking hands and his ears were burning. The two people in the inner room had completely forgotten about him and didn't even remember that there was a him in the room.

If he had known, he would not have come. He didn't have enough food, but now he is really full. The master can easily deal with these people, but he has to come and join in the fun.

Yingmo sighed. Now that he was here, he had to do his job.

He held his breath and listened to the footsteps downstairs.

Judging from the noise, there should be about fourteen or fifteen people, just like ordinary thugs.

After a while, footsteps approached, and then I heard sporadic noises at the door, like someone was taking something out, and soon the sound of a key being inserted was heard at the door.

The door was gently opened, and Jiang Shian and the other man stopped talking and looked towards the door.

The room was pitch black. A little light shone through the corridor to the door, and a group of people could be seen standing at the door.

"The waiter said that the two men haven't gone out yet. They must be in the inner room now. You two should go over quietly and light the oil lamp. Today we must show him how powerful the Horse King is and who he cannot mess with."

"Yes, Master."

The person who was ordered to light the oil lamp had not yet touched the oil lamp. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt a pain in his wrist, as if someone was pinching him and he could not move, and then his knees.

He screamed and fell to his knees. The people who had not yet entered the inner room heard the noise behind them and were knocked to the ground before they could turn around.

In an instant, people were thrown to the ground in the room. Some were screaming, some were wailing, and some were shrieking, "Ghost!"

The whole process takes no more than a cup of tea.

After a while, the oil lamp was lit again, illuminating the room.

This time it was Yingmo who lit the oil lamp. He stood aside, looked at the person crying and begging for mercy on the ground, clapped his hands, and felt a little disappointed.

With these rubbish, let alone satisfaction, I feel like I haven't even stretched my arms and legs yet.

Jiang Shian and the other man also came out.

Ji Yinghuai looked at the people on the ground, and finally stopped his gaze on a man who was lying on the ground with his head down. Judging from the fabric of his clothes, he was obviously not from the same class as these people.

It was the man who had spoken rudely in the morning and was slapped by Jiang Shian.

Looking at the fallen sticks on the ground, it is not difficult to know what these people are here for.

Ji Yinghuai sneered, very bold.