Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

"How many people have you brought?" asked the indifferent voice.

Like a ghost climbing up from hell.

Zhao Mo shivered inexplicably: "I brought quite a lot, and they are all thugs."

"Get rid of those who followed them first." Lu Xingfu wore an inconspicuous human skin mask on his face, but there was a bottomless coldness and anger in his black pupils.

……

Song Le followed Lu Zhizhi to a bank of the Crony River, and looked in surprise at the many people around the river, all holding lanterns in their hands, but the patterns on the lanterns were a bit strange, like spells, But when they are released one by one, they are still amazingly beautiful.

"Brother Zhizhi, do you want to come and bring me a lantern?" Song Le smiled.

"Pretty much." Lu Zhizhi smiled cheerfully, "But you are the only one who lets it go, I won't let it go."

This is what he learned by accident——

The lanterns here in Bianzhou have a tradition.Exchange ten years of life for a spiritual lantern, and give it to people who don't know it except yourself, and your wish will be fulfilled.

It stands to reason, isn't there always a large crowd of people in the place where the lanterns are placed?

She bit the man to death, but the man didn't say a word, Song Le was furious, so he was hit somewhere, feeling powerless and falling into a coma.

And directly in front of him was Lu Zhizhi who was surrounded in the middle, embarrassed and angry, being kicked by those people.

Song Le looked at Lu Zhizhi, a warm current surged in his heart, and he took his hand.

In the turbulence, Song Le frowned and struggled, but was restrained deeper and harder.

Even if it's just for a short period of time, Lu Zhizhi pinched his fingertips into his palm

Only then did I notice: "Brother Zhizhi, why are there so few people here?"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw a crowd of people around him, all of them were tall and big, with hulking backs and fierce faces.

On the other side, after Song Le finished writing, he lightly put the lantern on the river and pushed it out with relief, before getting up.

However, before they took a few steps back holding hands, Song Le was kidnapped by a man covering his mouth.

"Let go! Let go!" Song Le's hands were supported by two people, and he could only watch helplessly.

Without even thinking about it, Lu Zhizhi chased after him fiercely.

The wish she made was about Lu Zhizhi - she hoped that he would get his own happiness in the end.

Such a good person should be happy.

"I don't know, maybe it's too far away." Lu Zhizhi shook his head.

It was the best birthday present he could think of for her... and compensation.

The further he ran, the farther away he was from the lights. Song Le watched as he entered the deeper and deeper dark woods, and the feeling of uneasiness in his heart became stronger, but his tightly covered mouth could not make any sound.

He finally chose to ask his father to marry him.

With a warm smile on his face, he watched her get the lantern that he had changed in advance, hesitated for a moment and wrote a string of words, although his heart ached a little, but he still didn't regret it.

Zhao Mo also put on a human skin mask, stood behind the crowd, and asked the gloomy Lu Xingfu in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

Lu Xingfu stared at her angrily struggling, pain came from his bitten palm, he waited for a long time for those people to beat them enough before he said viciously: "Let him kneel down and kowtow."

Zhao Mo then walked to the front and shouted angrily: "Quickly let him kneel next to my young master's shoes!!"

Lu Zhizhi had practiced martial arts since he was a child, but he was gradually unable to deal with a group of thugs, and gradually fell into a disadvantage. Hearing this, he gritted his teeth and knelt down?

impossible!