Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

This declaration, accompanied by his long laugh, echoed in the empty hall, but no one could peek into his true intentions deep in his heart.

Everyone thought that he was just an elder of Xuan Yu Hall, but little did they know that his identity was far more complicated than that.

A commoner of humble origin but with lofty ambitions.

The secret technique of disguise passed down from generation to generation in his family became the only ladder for him to climb to his current high position.

Through a carefully planned murder, he replaced the previous elder, and from then on, the title of elder of Xuanyu Hall became his best disguise.

Jin Chengfeng knew all the secrets of Dongzhou Kingdom.

With this knowledge, his inner dream of becoming an emperor burned like wildfire, growing stronger and stronger.

In his opinion, those so-called princes were nothing but a group of puppets with royal blood. They were scheming against each other and would stop at nothing to fight for the illusory position of crown prince. The future of Dongzhou would be in turmoil amid their struggles.

For them, there is nothing to boast about except their noble bloodline.

Jin Chengfeng has been planning in the dark for a long time. Once the time is right and he ascends the coveted throne, he will first depose all potential threats to ensure that his rule is worry-free.

And since he knows countless secrets of Dongzhou, once he becomes emperor, who can question his authenticity?

All the plans are slowly unfolding under the cover of the night and are about to be realized one by one.

Thinking of this, Jin Chengfeng was so excited that he could no longer hide the smile on his lips.

Finally, he left the lobby filled with the atmosphere of power struggle and slowly walked towards the residence of his beloved Yu Li.

In the deep night, a group of shadows in black quietly shuttled among the abandoned temples until they arrived in front of the lonely Zen room.

They broke into the room through the window, and a pungent smoke quickly filled the air. However, thanks to Xiao Zhixue's foresight and the antidote she had prepared, the people in the room did not collapse. Instead, they waited quietly, waiting for their chance to act, with an unyielding will hidden in their silence.

A moment later, the door of the meditation room was slowly pushed open, and the unconscious Fan Yanmu was carefully carried out and quickly taken away from the scene.

When everything returned to calm, Xiao Zhixue exchanged a tacit look with Ying One and Ying Two, then quickly left the Zen room and disappeared into the night.

Outside the temple, the moonlight was dim. Fan Yanmu was placed in a simply decorated but fast-moving carriage, heading straight to the east of the town.

Three well-trained followers followed closely behind. Even the winding path could not stop their pace, until the carriage finally stopped in front of a remote courtyard that looked ordinary but revealed mystery.

There, far away from the hustle and bustle, although the house is not conspicuous, it reveals an extraordinary atmosphere.

As the carriage stopped, the people inside got off one after another and surrounded the unconscious Fan Yanmu as they walked into the inner courtyard.

Although Fan Yanmu seemed unconscious, he was actually on guard. With his eyelids slightly closed, he quietly looked around. He saw the flickering candlelight in the house, and the shadows were dim. Everyone's figure was stretched longer or shorter, creating an indescribable weird atmosphere.

After being transported in twists and turns for a while, Fan Yanmu felt that he finally stopped in front of a thick door.

Seeing this, the guard at the door opened the door skillfully without saying a word to welcome the uninvited guests.

In this dark and closed house, there is an extremely secret underground passage hidden, which seems to be the entrance to another world, quietly and silently devouring the light.

At this moment, Fan Yanmu was ruthlessly placed on the dilapidated wooden table in the middle of the basement, with his hands and feet shackled with icy iron chains, making a dull metallic friction sound.

There were several crude torches swaying in the dim space. The faint light they emitted barely dispelled the darkness in the corner, but it also made those old and cruel torture instruments look even more hideous, like evil spirits in hell, quietly waiting for their next prey.

The mottled bloodstains on the wall and the dark red stains on the ground intertwined into a horrifying picture that made people feel palpitating. The pungent smell of rust and corruption in the air seemed to be able to penetrate the lungs directly and awaken the deepest fear in the heart.

Soon, this secret place welcomed Jin Chengfeng.

His arrival was like a gust of wind, and his footsteps echoed in the empty basement with unparalleled majesty.

Jin Chengfeng took in Fan Yanmu's miserable appearance at a single glance, and a barely perceptible look of satisfaction emerged in the corner of his eyes. Then he gently waved his hand, instructing his followers to leave, leaving him and Fan Yanmu a private space for a conversation.

In the small space where there were only the two of them, Jin Chengfeng's eyes were like two sharp knives, fixed tightly on Fan Yanmu's heroic face.

Fan Yanmu's face seemed to be carefully sketched by the most meticulous painter. Under his sword-like eyebrows, his eyes, even when closed, revealed an indomitable spirit. His nose was as straight as a mountain, his thin lips revealed a sense of indifference, and his chin lines were firm and powerful, demonstrating his owner's extraordinary temperament and determination.

Jin Chengfeng secretly marveled in his heart. Such a face was undoubtedly a masterpiece of God. If he could possess it, all the women in the world would fall in love with it and use it for his own purposes.

Jin Chengfeng raised a cruel and playful smile, and spoke softly but with every word as cold as ice: "Fan Yanmu, not only did you get rid of the mayor of Jinguan Town, you also took away the secret letter. I really should thank you. Your action really helped me a lot."

Fan Yanmu's heart was like a raging storm. He began to doubt whether this branch elder also had ulterior ambitions and intended to betray Xuanyu Hall.

Jin Chengfeng's words came to an abrupt halt, and he picked out a knife stained with the blood of his predecessors from the pile of cruel torture instruments.

The knife light flickered with a hint of eeriness. Jin Chengfeng slowly raised his fingers, and the blade slowly approached Fan Yanmu's face. Every bit of it caused tension in the air.

Fan Yanmu tried his best to suppress the anger and nausea surging in his heart. On the surface, he remained unconscious, but in his heart he was calculating the other party's true intentions.

"Fan Yanmu, do you know how coveted your face is? Soon, it will become a part of me."

Jin Chengfeng's voice was low and possessive.

As he finished speaking, the blade moved closer, and a bone-chilling chill instantly surrounded Fan Yanmu.

At this moment of life and death, Fan Yanmu suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were as bright as lightning, full of determination and indomitable spirit.

Jin Chengfeng obviously did not expect that he would wake up so quickly. His hand slipped and the blade almost left a permanent scar on Fan Yanmu's flawless face.

Jin Chengfeng's inner annoyance instantly turned into anger, and he cursed his subordinates in a low voice for failing to protect it properly, which almost destroyed this rare treasure.

But his mood changed instantly, and that strange smile appeared on his face again: "I thought you would continue to sleep, but it's better if you wake up, so that I can witness with my own eyes the despair and pain you feel when you lose everything."