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Chapter 202 [Fei Jie's eyes are full of anger]

Fan Zui went straight to the post station No. [-] of Honglu Temple while walking at night.

at the same time.

Northern Qi Dynasty.

The sky began to snowflakes again, and the ground was completely white.

On the leaves, on the roofs, on the chimneys, snow piled up.

Shangjing.

In the east of the city, somewhere in an attic.

There seems to be a ground fire dragon here, and the house is quite warm.

Fei Jie slowly opened his eyes, subconsciously clenched his fist, and reached out to touch the poison in his bosom.

But felt empty.

The general pain of tearing the body.

Suddenly, the door opened.

The medicine delivery man entered the house, but saw that the bed was empty, he was shocked and was about to cry out.

However, the five-fingered claws had silently strangled his neck from behind.

"Don't make a sound, or I will crush your throat immediately."

Fei Jie endured the piercing pain of tearing inside his body, and said in a cold voice.

The medicine delivery boy nodded, then calmly said:

"I admire Fei Lao's high vigilance, but now that you are out of danger, you can rest assured."

Fei Jie was slightly surprised, this man's calm mind was by no means ordinary.

Therefore, he no longer strangled the other party's neck, let go and asked:
"What is this place?"

"The Rakshasa Hall, the site of the Northern Qi Dynasty's upper capital sub-rudder liaison station."

The boy answered the questions, neither humble nor overbearing, rather calm.

Then, he handed over the medicine in his hand and said:
"This is a medicine that has just been tormented. It is very helpful for healing. Fei Lao can take it first. As for whether it is poisonous or not, I must not hide it from your old eyes."

Rakshasa Hall?
The rumor is quite mysterious, it rose rapidly in a short period of time, smashed the world to occupy a place, became one of the four major forces, and the Raksha Temple of the three retired great masters?
Fei Lao frowned slightly, why did they save him.

Suddenly, he thought of his apprentice Fan Zui.

Could it be because of that bastard.

"who are you?"

"Me?" The man chuckled and said:

"Old Fei is worrying too much. I'm just an unknown boy in the Raksha Temple. The captain has been waiting for a long time. After Lao Fei takes the medicine, follow me to see the captain."

Fei Jie didn't hesitate and drank the bowl of medicine in one gulp.

However, he moved suddenly, with a mournful expression on his face, as if he had recalled some bad memories.

He roughly sensed his current injuries, and finally recovered half of his life, but whether it was external injuries or internal injuries, they were all serious.

It takes a long time to recuperate to recover.

Not long after, Fei Jie came to a relatively spacious pavilion under the leadership of the medicine delivery boy.

Stepping into it, Fei Jie could feel a warm feeling.

Compared with the ice and snow outside, it is quite warm here.

Looking around, in the middle of the room, there is a twelve-fingered old man with white hair and white beard, who is carefully cleaning a phoenix-tailed guqin.

"Thank you for saving your life, I will report back in the future. Now that I am awake, I will take my leave."

Fei Jie cupped his hands slightly, as a thank you for his saving grace.

The twelve-fingered old man with white hair and white beard pointed to the place next to him and said:
"Nowadays, the entire capital city is under martial law. Going out is tantamount to death. Why don't Fei stay here and drink with me?"

Hearing this, Fei Jie smiled, and without refusing, walked forward and sat down in an open space.

At this time, his eyes fell on the phoenix-tailed guqin, but he found that two strings seemed to be broken.

The two remained silent like this, and the snowflakes outside the attic did not stop for a moment.

The house is as warm as ever.

The two are thinking about each other without disturbing each other.

After a while, a fleeting strangeness flickered in the corner of Fei Jie's eyes, and he asked:
"How are they... now?"

As soon as these words came out, even the old man with white hair and white beard playing the piano paused slightly.

Inside the house, the temperature seemed to drop a lot in an instant.

The flames of the bonfire in the stove flickered.

"Are you asking about those three lunatics?"

The white-haired and white-bearded old man tried his best not to hear any strange emotions.

"Correct."

Fei Jie's voice was somewhat panicked and hoarse.

His fists were clenched subconsciously.

The white-haired, white-bearded twelve-fingered old man put aside his phoenix-tailed guqin with two broken strings, picked up the warm wine on the campfire, poured a glass straight away, and drank it down, hiding the turmoil in his heart After that, calmly said:
"died."

After the words fell, Fei Lao's body trembled.

Everything is like a dream.

I thought that when I woke up from the dream, it would be fine, and everyone who should be there was still there.

However, to die is to die.

It is impossible to come back to life again.

There is no such person in the world.

Fei Jie suddenly became in a trance, remembering every detail of these days.

They met in Chenghuang Temple because of a beggar chicken and a pot of wine, so they met.

After that, go hand in hand.

Begging together, stealing chickens together, looking at beautiful asses together, laughing together...

But now, if that person said he wasn't there, he wasn't there.

No more traces can be found.

He died to save himself.

However, seriously speaking, I and them are just meeting by chance.

What about this.

In any case, there is no need for the eight bag elders of the beggar gang to die to save themselves, a stranger.

Fei Jie couldn't figure it out.

The heart was shocked and sad, but it could not go away for a long time.

Since stepping into Northern Qi, he has seen with his own eyes that too many beggars died for themselves.

The ruined temple is the same, the City God Temple is also the same, and the headquarters of Jinyiwei was rioting that day, so is it.

The playful words are still in my ears now, but the person is no longer there.

never come back.

In Fei Jie's heart, it seemed that there was a fire burning, and there was nowhere to release it, and he was very depressed.

On the day he left Beijing, he never imagined that he was only wearing a beggar's uniform, but since then he has been entangled with the beggar gang.

He even has feelings for those dirty beggars.

It wasn't until he came to Beiqi and experienced too many things that he realized the feelings of the beggar gang that he had never been able to understand before.

At that time, I still laughed at those people, they were all beggars, and they needed no affection.

But now, a sadness that can't be released spreads in his heart, and it's hard to let go.

Even though he poisoned so many people in Jin Yiwei and caused them heavy losses, it still had no effect on alleviating the sadness in his heart.

Fei Jie had never been so distraught as today, with a sense of powerlessness, and he didn't know where to go.

"Helmsman, someone from the Beggar Clan is asking to see you."

A voice came from outside.

The twelve-fingered old man with white hair and beard put down the wine glass in his hand, glanced at Fei Jie, and said calmly:

"Let him in."

Not long after, a beggar appeared at the door.

There were a lot of snowflakes on his body, he looked rather embarrassed, and his face was dirty.

However, not a single snowflake fell on the tattered clothes he held tightly in his arms.

The beggar is very young, probably only eleven or twelve years old.

His face was dirty, his clothes were torn, and his eyes were red.

After entering the house, the dirty little beggar didn't speak, just plopped down on his knees, and raised the clothes he had been holding tightly with both hands.

The eight bags, as well as the token, are so conspicuous.

The little beggar's voice was hoarse, with a hint of crying, but he suppressed it firmly, and said:
"Before Master passed away, he specifically asked me to hand over this dress to Mr. Fei."

Fei Jie recognized at a glance that it was the eight-bag elder costume of the Beggar Clan with disabled ears.

Fei Jie clenched his fists tightly, and finally stepped forward to take the clothes.

In the eyes, the flames burned, full of anger.

The pure emotion between those dirty-looking beggars in the beggar gang touched him deeply again.

(End of this chapter)