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Chapter 335 Kill Me Before Dawn 13. Call Me Brother, I Will Support You

Tao Yongxing clearly felt that the atmosphere became wrong after he said that.

The expression on Jiu Qian Sui's face did not change, but his gaze on Tao Yongxing became cold, as if he was looking at a dead person.

There was once a rumor that the Nine Thousand Year Old Man could scare a person to death with just one glance. Tao Yongxing didn't believe it before, but now he does.

Blood flowed backwards, his heart stopped, cold sweat soaked his clothes, and Tao Yongxing forgot how to breathe at this moment.

His mind went blank. He couldn't figure out what he had said to offend Jiu Qiansui. He could only wait for the verdict in fear.

In the end the verdict was just a chuckle.

The masked young man suddenly sneered, as if he was mocking him and feeling sorry for him.

But just after this laugh, the trial ended, the nine thousand year old man's gaze moved away, and a kind of warmth suddenly appeared in his eyes that were originally full of frost, wrapping the young man in them.

"It's okay." Fu Shi pinched Shi Fu's fingertips soothingly, "I just think it's funny."

Shi Fu frowned: "Really?"

"Of course." Fu Shi raised his eyebrows at him: "Don't you believe me?"

Faced with Fu Shi, Jiu Qiansui could not say a word of "no". He could only calm down his anger, took Fu Shi into the venue and left Tao Yongxing aside.

Tao Yongxing, who usually pays the most attention to his reputation, not only did not care, but thanked God for finally getting rid of this plague god. He also sighed in his heart that the Nine Thousand Year Old God was really moody.

There were servants in the venue who were responsible for taking the VIPs to their seats. Fu Shi and others were taken to a small room, which was also the room with the best view in the whole venue.

After the servants left, Zhu Lu and Cang Ling took the lead in checking the house to make sure there were no hidden weapons. Then they let Fu Shi and others sit down. Fei Niao and Qing Niao removed all the tea, snacks and other things in the house and replaced them with those brought from the mansion. Only then was the house considered ready.

Fu Shi did not take off the mask on his face, but he had a feeling in his heart.

He drummed his fingertips on the handrail, but after five taps, there was a loud noise outside the house.

The person who came had a very loud voice. The noisy sound could be heard before people even reached the house, which made Shi Fu frown.

"I want to see what dares to steal the prince's things!"

Following a roar, the door was kicked open, and the intruder's furious expression instantly died down when he saw who was in the room.

Zhao He became a little timid. He didn't even dare to look up at Shi Fu. He just lowered his head, with his fingertips tightly grasping the hem of his clothes.

"I wonder what the prince will do." Shi Fu picked up the teacup, blew away the foam, and took a sip of tea: "Kick me out?"

“No, no, no.” Zhao He shook his head frantically: “I was reckless. That servant is only the 9,000-year-old here. Otherwise, how could I have just barged in? I’ll kill him now!”

Zhao He hesitated, but found an excuse very quickly, and immediately pushed the responsibility onto the servant who was kneeling on the ground and trembling with tears on his face.

While the Ninth Prince did not express his opinion, Zhao He drew the sword from the guard's waist and slashed at the servant, but bumped into another sword halfway.

Fu Shi held the hilt of the sword and pushed Zhao He away with a slight force of his wrist. He personally bent down to help the boy up and asked if he was okay, without even looking at Zhao He the whole time.

But even so, Zhao He didn't dare to say a word.

Since this person can stay with the Nine Thousand Year Old Man, it means that the Nine Thousand Year Old Man knows him. Not to mention that the Nine Thousand Year Old Man doesn't care about him even though he is so bold now. He must be a prominent figure in front of the Nine Thousand Year Old Man. Zhao He knew that he could not afford to offend him, so he could only stop and stand aside without daring to speak again.

This scene is more or less ridiculous. The reason is that the current crown prince is actually afraid of the previous crown prince. It seems more or less dramatic.

After throwing the servant to Su Lu and letting Su Lu take the man away, Fu Shi gave Zhao He a look and asked, "Are you okay now and can you leave?"

Zhao He glanced at Shi Fu and found that the other party had no intention of stopping him, so he responded repeatedly, as if he was afraid that Shi Fu would go back on his word, and turned around and ran away.

The room returned to silence. Fu Shi leaned over and kissed Shi Fu: "Has he ever bullied you?"

Shi Fu lowered his eyes slightly: "It can't be called bullying."

It's just showing off what he doesn't have in front of him.

Just like maternal love.

Fu Shi knew a little bit based on Fu Anle's memory. Shi Fu's mother was now the Imperial Noble Consort of the Dog Emperor, but the Dog Emperor had no Empress, so the Imperial Noble Consort was the only one in power.

According to the rumors that Fu Anle knew, the Dog Emperor and the Imperial Noble Consort were originally a couple. Despite their 12-year age difference, they were still in love. It was Shi Fu's father who intervened and separated the couple.

To be honest, Fu Shi didn't believe it. He didn't believe that things could be so simple. There must be some twists and turns here, but they have not been made public.

At the moment, Shi Fu looked depressed. Fu Shi really wanted to rush forward for the beauty he loved, but his reason did not allow him to rush forward without asking any questions.

So Fu Shi asked, "Can the prince die?"

Young Master Zhou spat out all the tea that he had drunk in one breath. Shi Fu's eyes indeed lit up little by little, like a piece of darkness that was slowly illuminated.

Jiu Qian Sui laughed: "What if I say yes?"

Fu Shi weighed the sword in his hand and said, "I'll give you his head."

Young Master Zhou called for a halt immediately.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Zhou Yan jumped up from his chair: "Killing a target here is too big and will not be conducive to future development. We can talk about this matter in the evening."

Cang Ling: ...

No, he thought that Master Zhou could be calmer. He was really calmer. Compared with those two people who were about to take Zhao He's life, he knew how to disguise himself.

He really cried.

But Fu Shi agreed with Zhou Yan's proposal and thought it made sense.

Cang Ling: ……………

no! ! !

"Okay, I still have my sanity." Seeing Cang Ling about to cry, Fu Shi couldn't help but laugh: "There will always be a day when I can kill him, so I'm not in a hurry."

Cang Ling wanted to cry but had no tears.

You don't have to rush, but you don't have to speak so loudly, just in case the wall has ears...

Cang Ling paused.

So what if the wall has ears? They can just cut off the ears, it's not a big deal.

Cang Ling, who was convinced by just one sentence, nodded and felt that there was nothing wrong with his idea.

Fu Shi was amused. He sat back in his chair, took off his mask, and chatted with Zhou Yan while eating snacks.

The beast fight hasn't started yet, so perhaps it can be said that Shi Fu broke the rules.

Everyone who comes to participate should bring a "warrior" that can represent themselves, and then draw lots to select which "warrior" will fight the beast.

Tao Yongxing thought that Shi Fu agreed to come because he understood the rule. However, he knew that not only did he not know the rule, he almost sent him away because he mistook Fu Shi for a "warrior".

Now everything started over again. Tao Yongxing randomly drew one and happened to draw the "Warrior" under the command of Crown Prince Zhao He. He was immediately filled with admiration.

Unlike others, the prince liked to choose some weak people to fight with beasts. He enjoyed watching those people struggle under the teeth of wild beasts and finally die helplessly.

So when the skinny little beggar appeared with a meteor hammer that was heavier than himself, the stands cheered.

The sound of laughter was heard throughout the venue, and some young men had even started gambling, betting on how long the little beggar could last.

"A cup of tea! No more!"

"Brother Meng is still being conservative. I bet I'll die if I go on stage!"

The room was not soundproof, and Fu Shi could hear it clearly.

The dessert was deformed due to the force he applied between his fingertips. Fu Shi had a faint smile on his lips, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

He had heard such booing before, as those bosses laughed while holding a large number of chips and betting on his life and death at a very appropriate time.

The first time, they bet that Fu Shi would not survive more than ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Fu Shi took off the hyena's head. He was covered in blood, panting, and looked at everyone with a faint smile, just like now.

The third time, they bet that Fu Shi would not survive more than half an hour.

Half an hour later, Fu Shi completely smashed the jackal's head. He stepped on the corpse, and a smile on his lips gradually became more obvious.

The third time, they bet that Fu Shi could last for an hour.

An hour later, the blind bear fell to the ground. Fu Shi spat out the flesh and blood with fur in his mouth. He laughed and let everyone die in the sea of ​​fire.

The scorching heat baked him, and Fu Shi closed his eyes.

Zhou Yan, who had already sensed the danger, remained silent, shrinking closer to Lou Yue, and looked at Fu Shi with some worry in his eyes.

It is no exaggeration to say that Fu Shi now gives him the feeling of a wild beast ready to pounce, as if he could bite off his own throat immediately if his rationality was lost.

Young Master Zhou shuddered at his own imagination and quickly stopped talking.

Shi Fu had been observing the young man's every move, and naturally found something wrong. He was very worried, but he didn't dare to get close without permission. He could only watch the young man do this and that.

The noise came again and forced Fu Shi out of that empty world. He lowered his eyes to hide the murderous intent that emerged in his eyes.

Before the door was kicked open, Fu Shi picked up the mask and put it on his face, suppressing his outward emotions.

"Shi Bu'ran! You disgusting thing! Give Brother Anle back to me!" Zhao Rouyi cried and shouted, "Shi Bu'ran, I hate you! I hate you so much! Why did you kill Brother Anle! Tell me!"

“Rou Rou!” Zhao He shouted in fear and wanted to cover Zhao Rouyi’s mouth: “Stop talking nonsense!”

It was a pity that Zhao Rouyi was full of strength for love. She pushed her brother away, her face tearful and every word was an accusation: "What's wrong with Brother Anle scolding you! Shouldn't you scold me! Why do you treat my brother Anle like this! Do you know, do you know that the emperor is about to grant us a marriage!"

The meeting place was relieved that the emergency was suspended again. Tao Yongxing looked at the princess and the prince, then looked at Shi Fu, who had no idea how to stop the fight, so he just pretended not to see it.

"Shi Bu'er! I won't marry you!" Seeing Shi Fu didn't say anything, Zhao Rouyi suddenly cried and shouted: "So you think if you kill Brother Anle, I will change my mind! You are wishful thinking!"

After hearing this, Fu Shi, who was about to hit someone, sat up straight and began to face this farce.

Shi Fu felt like a thorn in his back, and his face couldn't help but fall even more. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Rouyi: "Princess, think twice before you act."

"Did I say something wrong? What did I say wrong?" Zhu Cui swayed with great force. Zhao Rouyi stared at her. "You are just greedy for me! That's why you killed Brother An Le! But I'm telling you! I don't want a disgusting thing like you! Even if you kneel down and beg me, I won't even look at you. You think you are so great! You are just a waste that even your mother disgusts you! Dirty thing! Dead eunuch! Just a castrator!"

"Snapped."

A crisp slapping sound rang out in the room. Fu Shi used a lot of force in this slap, and it only took one slap for Zhao Rouyi to fall to the ground. She tilted her head and spat out a mouthful of blood with teeth on it.

The spoiled princess had never experienced such humiliation before. She screamed in anger and rolled on the ground without any manners at all.

Fu Shi stayed in front of Shi Fu, his eyes curved under the mask because of a smile, he smiled and said: "If you make any more noise, I will cut off your tongue."

Zhao Rouyi paused in crying. She looked at the masked young man and felt the pressure. She dared not speak again and could only swallow her grievances.

The long sword was unsheathed. Fu Shi held the long sword in his hand and examined it. He asked, "Is that child the 'warrior' of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?"

He changed the subject like this so that Zhao He thought he was interested in beast fighting, and he couldn't wait to agree: "Yes, it's mine. This little beggar believed in me because of a steamed bun, which just filled the gap. This, this is so good, I will let Tao Yongxing start right away, Master, Master, you just watch."

Fu Shi didn't say anything.

He looked at the little beggar who was trembling with the meteor hammer in his arms. His mind was blank, but he seemed to have another idea.

A child who can be tricked away with just a steamed bun should be easy to raise.

I remember that those little fools in the orphanage had to eat candy. If they didn’t get candy, they would really make trouble. For example, they would all have to sleep together with him.

Fu Shi threw the sword to Cang Ling, turned around and walked out.

Shi Fu's eyes widened slightly, and he tried to grab the corner of Fu Shi's clothes but missed. He hurriedly chased Fu Shi out, but all he saw was the young man lifting the baffle and jumping into the deep pit.

Jiu Qiansui's heart almost stopped. He rushed over and looked at the young man's back as he walked towards the little beggar step by step. He really wanted to grab the young man directly.

"Brother." Fu Shi strode forward without looking back: "Trust me."

Shi Fu was so angry that he laughed, but the smile lasted for a moment before fading. Jiu Qiansui's tone was full of threats: "Come back alive."

Fu Shi added: "So I said, trust me."

The sudden appearance of a young man in the pit was enough to make the whole place boil. There were no rules here, only excitement.

Fu Shi bent down, picked up the child and weighed him: "Call me Brother Shi, I will support you."

The little beggar sobbed and immediately hugged Fu Shi’s neck tightly, but he didn’t dare to use too much force and could only cry in fear.

But to Fu Shi's ears, the crying sounded like a cat's meow. The child, who was only seven or eight years old, had less than two pounds of flesh, and the pain from the bone was almost killing him.

Even in an orphanage, you can't raise such a skinny child.

Fu Shi thought about it and patted the child's back again and again.