The little junior sister started acting like a monster again!

Gu Jinshu, who was lying quietly on the bed in the room, exuded a sense of death from the time she fell into a coma until now. The three of them stayed by her side until just now, watching her eyelashes tremble slightly, her breathing even and long, and even snoring, sleeping more soundly than ever before.

Qi Mingze asked uncertainly, "Is Junior Sister okay?"

Fu Hengyu had teleported to the table without anyone noticing. He was holding a freshly boiled teapot and poured three cups of boiling hot tea. He said slowly, "Is this a question or a statement?"

Qi Mingze was about to retort when he turned around and saw Yu Tianjiao chewing on a turkey without sitting still. The aroma wafted through every corner of the room. He ate while praising, "You're worthy of me. It's you who cooked the chicken that really appealed to me."

Fu Hengyu was already used to seeing him like this. She glanced at him and said, "Do I have to shed a few tears to express my gratitude?"

Yu Tianjiao drank the tea that Fu Hengyu helped cool him down. The temperature was just right. He ate it with great satisfaction, and his eyes almost disappeared from laughing: "It's not impossible."

Successfully received Fu Hengyu's voice: "Get lost——"

Seeing the two bickering again, Qi Mingze turned around to look at his junior sister who was sleeping soundly, and he understood in his heart that everything was fine.

He turned around and walked to the table and sat down. He picked up the still scalding hot teacup, took a sip and put it down: "Can't you help cool me down too?" It was so hot that he didn't know who he was going to burn to death.

Fu Hengyu didn't even raise his eyes as he cleaned up the chicken bones someone had spit out, saying coldly, "Do you have no mouth? Don't you know how to blow? If you really can't, then don't drink it."

Qi Mingze silently put down the teacup, his lips pressed into a line: "......"

Don't say it, I'm about to knock you two over.

The three of them turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside, and seemed to have forgotten that the disciples outside were still continuing to attack the miserable Feng Feng.

——Time goes back to an hour ago

After a photo stone was thrown out by Yu Tianjiao, the unknown secret was revealed in the sky.

Hidden in the quiet of time, the ancient town with winding bluestone roads is covered with moss marks like the fingerprints of time; the old houses on the street have half-closed wooden doors, and the wind chimes on the eaves ring softly, the sound like a chime, spreading the tranquility.

Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows by, bringing the fragrance of flowers and plants, making you feel as if you are in a paradise away from earth, quiet and remote, making you intoxicated.

This is Guxiang Town where Feng Feng grew up, and it is also the original appearance of Guxiang Town when Wen Musheng first stepped into it.

At that time, he thought he was rescued, and he was looking forward to the future when he could practice peacefully, accompany his uncle and brothers, and spend every day in peace.

I never thought it would be another hell, and it would also take my brother's life...

Feng Feng looked up and saw the photo stone playing. It was a familiar scene, with two young men standing by the river discussing something. He roughly guessed what was going on.

How could these two lunatics, Yu Tianjiao and Fu Hengyu, leave this behind!

The scene continues.

The two people by the river were Feng Feng and his little follower Wei Zi.

Feng Feng was spinning his most familiar emerald green ring. Wei Zi got closer to see the toy in his hand and felt a little surprised: "Brother Feng, you are not really planning to give this ring to Wen Li, are you?"

When Wen Musheng heard the name, his pupils shrank. Wen Li - his brother.

Wei Zi continued, "Brother Feng, this ring is a relic left to you by your father. It is priceless. Are you really willing to give it away?" If it breaks, I can't afford to pay for it.

Feng Feng looked impatient: "You're the only one who talks too much. Just do what I tell you to do. Do you still want to eat delicious food and drink spicy drinks?"

Wei Zi: "That's not what I meant. I'm just afraid that Wen Li will break your ring again, and you..." It's difficult to explain to the mayor.

"What are you worried about? If Wen Li really breaks this thing, he will deserve to die. It's his fault for being so careless." Feng Feng was confident about his plan this time.

He glanced at the ring on his hand with disgust and said, "Old man, you're just being stingy by leaving me such a useless thing. Who are you trying to be stingy with? It's an eyesore and has no use at all." It would be better to contribute the only value he has.

Wei Zi: "Brother Feng, what is your specific plan?"

I had only told him a rough outline before, and the general idea was to let Wen Li take the blame and drive them out of Guxiang Town.

Feng Feng's lips curled up into a strange smile. "It's very simple. Tomorrow morning, Wen Li is going to the fields to plant vegetables. You approach him and put this thing in the pouch he carries with him. He's going to plant the vegetables, and these things will definitely be inconvenient for him to do. He's used to putting them by the fields, so you can go ahead and do it without worry."

"Then, Brother Feng, just pretend that you just discovered that your ring is missing, and let everyone in Guxiang Town know about it, so that they can help you look for it, and eventually find out that Wen Li is the thief?" Wei Zi seemed to understand a little.

Feng Feng handed him the ring. "If it were that simple, it wouldn't be fun. Just kicking them out of Guxiang Town would be too boring. Besides, after a while, everyone would forget that he's a thief. His mother might even kick them out for such a small matter."

What he wanted was to never see them again.

After hearing this, Wei Zi was at a loss for words: "Then what else?"

Feng Feng stated as if it had nothing to do with him, "When I brought people to search Wen Li's house about this matter, I deliberately clashed with him, making the onlookers mistakenly think that he was impulsive and wanted to hit me."

"I'll just pick up something handy and hit him with it. Then, when my mother finds out I'm injured, the whole thing will be a done deal. I don't believe she won't chase them away."

Given how much his mother dotes on him, she certainly wouldn't bear to see him get hurt.

Wei Zi almost laughed out loud. The more he thought about it, the more feasible this plan seemed. "Thank goodness, Brother Feng! Those refugees are really an eyesore. If Wen Li had accidentally dropped your ring and broken it, the mayor would probably be furious, right?"

He has been with Brother Feng for quite some time and has a deep impression of this ring. On the day when the mayor handed him the only relic of her husband, she repeatedly told him that this was her only thought and the only memory she left for him, and the last treasure of their family of three.

Feng Feng was very confident: "Of course, this is the most important thing to my mother. If my father hadn't bought it at the store before he died and intended to give it to me, my mother would never have handed it to me."

Unfortunately, his father died on the battlefield before he could give him the gift personally. It was his surviving subordinates who brought it back.

His mother cries every day, which is annoying to hear, but he doesn't think there is anything to be sad about.

All his men returned safely, but he himself died in the desert.

All I can say is that his skills are inferior to others, and I don’t know how he became a general.

Recalling this past event, Feng Feng didn't feel any pain at all. Instead, he had an indifferent attitude: "Alright, let's do it this way. Tomorrow, you hurry up. I will make this matter as big as possible. Remember to help me bring this matter to my mother."

"As for this thing, haha... let it break." This thing is useless to him anyway.