The jailers looked at each other in embarrassment, weighed the pros and cons, and finally let go of the killer.

Fang Zheng walked up and looked at him carefully. Seeing that the killer brother was twenty-six or seven years old, he looked very ordinary, and his facial features were completely unremarkable. He had a big nose, thin lips, and a slightly dark face. He looked like a security guard in a shopping mall holding a rubber stick guard at the gate. He would definitely not be able to achieve the visual effect of a "shocking glance" among the crowd. He was the kind of person who could forget it at a glance, but still forget it after looking at it many times.

Fang Zheng couldn't help but curled his lips in disappointment. Isn't the killers played on TV all wearing big windbreakers and black sunglasses, and walk more cool than billionaires? Why is this killer so ordinary? Fang Zheng really doubts whether it is his part-time job to do the killer, and his main business is to be a security guard,... or a runner-up?

The killer's eyes were closed and his teeth were bitten to death. Because he had just been punished, he was still in a coma and his body twitched twice from time to time.

"Find him a cleaner cell, apply gold-cancerous medicine, and feed him some porridge..." Fang Zheng ordered without raising his head.

Seeing that the prison guards were still hesitating, Fang Zheng glared fiercely: "Go quickly! Do I want me to use a whip to slap you?"

The jailers then moved and went to work hard as they said.

Seeing that everything was arranged according to his own wishes, Fang Zheng nodded with satisfaction and continued to stroll with his hands behind his back.

The killer did not wake up until the evening. After hearing the prisoner's report, Fang Zheng hurried over to investigate. Seeing that the killer's eyes were open and his eyes looked empty and unconscious, he first turned his eyes to look at the environment, and then looked at Fang Zheng.

After all, it was the first time we met. Fang Zheng wanted to leave a good impression on the killer brother, so Fang Zheng grinned at him. The killer brother was very disrespectful. After seeing his smile, the killer's eyes suddenly became full of vigilance.

Fang Zheng put away his smile embarrassedly, but he felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. This young master's smile was loved by everyone, and flowers bloomed. How many young girls and women are trying to see it but cannot be obtained. What does your look mean?

Fang Zheng waved at the killer: "Hi, brother killer... has he eaten?"

The killer squirmed his throat, licked his dry and cracked lips, and then he said with difficulty: "Who are you...?" His voice was low and hoarse.

Fang Zheng smiled and introduced himself: "Where is my surname Fang, well, I know that in the eyes of your killers, your name is not important. You just need to remember that I am your savior. Hehe, without me, I guess you have crossed the Naihe Bridge now and are begging Meng Po to put more salt in the soup..."

The killer said hoarsely: "Why?"

"Because Meng Po is said to be very stingy and can't bear to add salt to make soup. The soup tastes too light. I thought that the price of salt in the underworld might not be cheap..."

The killer gradually became dissatisfied and asked repeatedly: "Why?"

Fang Zheng was stunned, why? After a moment of mind, he realized that the killer was asking why he wanted to save him.

Fang Zheng continued to smile and said, "I know that your ancient killers are quite loyal. I saved your life. You might as well come to work here and be my bodyguard. If someone wants to beat me, you should help me beat him. If I want to beat someone else, you should also help me beat him... Eat and drink to help me fill him with your monthly salary... 10 taels of silver, double salary at the end of the year. What about it? Is the benefits good?"

Hearing this, the killer curled his dry mouth disdainfully and turned his head aside. He was too lazy to pay attention to Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng was suffocated, and then became angry and embarrassed. Damn! I worked hard to rescue you. What is your attitude? Didn’t it be said that ancient people were grateful for their kindness? Look at the situation, this kid planned to wipe his mouth and refuse to admit it. Humph! Isn’t this young master so easy to take advantage of?

Fang Zheng said viciously: "Hey! If you don't agree, I won't care about you. Those prisoners are standing outside the door of the cell now. As long as I nod, they will rush in, tie you to the rack and roast you over the fire, and sprinkle salt on you while roasting, sprinkle cumin on you..."

The killer snorted, still not speaking, and there was no fear on his tablet's face.

Fang Zheng rolled his eyes and said, "Hey, do you think the salary is low? We can discuss, what's going on in twenty taels of silver per month? How much do you want? Don't you just want to kill someone for money? Don't tell me that you rely on justice and loyalty..."

This seemed to be at the point, and the killer finally turned his head back, his eyes slightly turned a little, and he said hoarsely: "Kill people, two hundred taels. Guards, one hundred taels a day. Fifty taels a day, defeat them, thirty taels..."

Fang Zheng looked at the long list of price lists quoted by the killer in a daze, and was shocked. Who said that ancient people were stupid? Just listening to his price list, I am afraid that modern killers are not as detailed as him, right? It is unknown how this killer brother is capable of killing people. Just ask for money and life for him. This kid is quite dedicated and born to be a killer.

Fang Zheng asked carefully: "Then... do you still care about your food?"

The killer said coldly: "No, but the money must be paid first."

Fang Zheng calculated the calculations with his fingers, and he found that it seemed that it would cost a lot to hire such a master. Just asking him to be a bodyguard would cost 3,000 taels a month, not to mention helping him fight. It would be a money to knock down one of them and the other was a waste. This was much better than the taxi jumping in his previous life. At that time, I wouldn’t have to feel sorry for my young master?

If the dozens or millions of taels of silver notes were not given to Feng Qiudao, of course, Master Fang would not see such a small amount of money, but now Master Fang can be said to be penniless. How can he afford this killer brother who is like a cash register?

It seems that money-making matters must be put on the agenda as soon as possible. The first thing I do when I go out tomorrow is to go to Fengjie. Ruyuzhai has been open for so long, should I pay dividends to this young master? And that young master Wu, it’s time to pay in installments...

Fang Zheng calculated the accounts for a while, and suddenly felt something was wrong, so he turned to the killer and said, "Hey, your price is wrong. I saved you just now. Why don't you calculate this account?"

Is this the saying that the life-saving grace should be repaid with Yongquan? Why does this kid seem to have no intention of "Yongquan" at all, but instead set the price so high, which clearly shows that he wants to slaughter people. -Well, "slaughter people" in a broad sense, not literally.

Unexpectedly, when the killer brother heard this, he curled his mouth and closed his eyes again. He looked like "Do you agree or not, I'll be the price anyway" and was so angry that Fang Zheng was so angry that he really wanted to throw him away and let the prison guards mess with him. But after thinking about it carefully, Young Master, I seem to offend a lot of people outside. Maybe the old thing Pan Shangshu had already hired the killer and waited for me outside the prison. If I had no one to protect me, wouldn't I be shot into a hornet's nest and chopped into a sauce for dog meat?

After taking a deep breath, Fang Zheng piled up with a smile and begged: "Boss, can you get a discount? I'm not very convenient for you recently. If you want to be cheaper, calculate the wholesale price for me..."

Seeing that the killer was still unmoved, Fang Zheng was so angry that he secretly raised his middle finger at him and gritted his teeth, "Come on! That's it! Young Master, I just thought it was a few more visits to the kiln."

Upon hearing this, the killer stretched out his hand with difficulty and said coldly: "Silver."

Fang Zheng was stunned: "What money?"

"Today's, one hundred taels."

Fang Zheng was amused when he heard this, and said with a squint: "Brother, you'd better take care of yourself first. You're so lucky that you don't want me to protect you. You're so embarrassed to ask me for money."

Look at this guy's body covered in wounds, so weak that he almost couldn't lift it up in one breath. He was thinking about asking for money, and he was even more shameless than this young master.

The killer sneered, and suddenly sat up from the stone couch covered with hay, and sat cross-legged. Fang Zheng looked at the killer brother's qi sinking into his dantian with his eyes, and then the qi circulated thirty-six large circumferences and seventy-two small circumferences... Anyway, that's what it means, meditating, it must be like this. It's all written in martial arts novels. Maybe after a while, his body will suddenly soar into the air, flying all over the world, and then... ascend to heaven?

Fang Zheng held his chin with anticipation and stared at the killer brother. After about two incense sticks, the killer suddenly opened his eyes. The light in his eyes was burning, as if countless energy was gathered in his body, and could burst out... dynamic light waves that were enough to destroy the earth at any time?

Fang Zheng was happy to see this and said, "Have you opened the Ren and Du meridians?"

The killer ignored him, lowered his head, and looked around. Fang Zheng accompanied him to look for it with great enthusiasm, and asked, "Hey, what are you looking for? The thing fell off?"

The killer's eyes finally locked on Fang Zheng's waist. Master Fang was imprisoned and just stayed in a small position. He went through the motions. Of course, he would not change into a prison uniform like an ordinary prisoner, so his clothes were still the same. There was a jade pendant hanging around him. This jade pendant had a name called "Liuyun Baifu", which means long-lasting wishes and endless blessings. The most important thing is that this jade pendant was given to her baby son by Mrs. Fang spent 1,000 taels of silver to ask the jade craftsman to carefully craft it.

Before Fang Zheng could react, the killer took off the jade pendant on his waist, then held it in his left palm, and with a little luck, his right palm was slapped with a thunderous momentum, and slapped it hard. Under Fang Zheng's dazed gaze, the killer slowly let go of his hand. On the left palm, Liuyun Baifu had changed his appearance - it had become a pile of jade powder, and the crystal fine powder seemed to be shining brightly under the dim torch, which was dazzling.

The killer proudly delivered the powder to Fang Zheng's eyes and said coolly: "I can protect you."

Then he reached his right hand in front of Fang Zheng and said, "Silver."

Fang Zheng looked at the killer in a daze, then looked at the powder in his left hand, and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, and tears flowed out: "…………you pay!"

Killer Sweat: “………”

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