Lord of the night.

Chapter 1109 Feng Yun was beaten [Fifth update! ]

I have to say that Mr. Fang’s character is extremely bad.

When he was at the Guardian Southeast Headquarters, he had restrained his personality. At that time, he just couldn't stand people hanging around him. As long as they were out of his sight, he could basically relax a little.

But at the headquarters of the Somali Orthodoxy, Mr. Fang’s temper completely flared up.

Because he doesn't regard the people under his command in the Court of Justice as human beings at all!
You deserve it!

I'm so exhausted!
Although the headquarters did not give any new tasks after the return of all souls, it was obvious that they wanted to let the people in the Trial Hall take a break. After all, old demons like Yan Nan also knew that these ten days were too tiring.

No matter how many cases there are, people need to take a break.

You can't really tire people to death, right?

But Lord Night Demon didn’t consider this at all: I don’t even rest, why should you rest?

Come to work for me!
"Everyone, go! Follow my instructions and search for any traces of the Guardian's secret agents! If you can't find any within three days, you'll be punished!"

"As long as we can't find them, everyone will be punished with ten poisonous dragon whips a day!"

"If you can't find it in five days, everyone will have to take fifty poisonous dragon whips on the fifth day!"

"If you can't find me in ten days, I'll chop off your heads!"

Of course he knew he couldn't find it.

But it doesn’t mean that he won’t look for it. In fact, for Fang Che: It is precisely because I can’t find it that I will look for it even more desperately!

I must be serious about my work and try my best to show that the Guardians and I are irreconcilable!

Zhou Changchun and others felt like they had lost their parents.

I just felt that my legs weighed as much as ten thousand pounds.

However, the chief judge is really inhumane, he really dares to kill people. He just killed hundreds of thousands of people, many of whom were of lower status than us?

Disobedient? Drag him out and behead him!
For the presiding judge, killing a person is just like a cough.

Everyone had no choice but to drag their tired bodies out to work, and they had to work seriously because they had to submit daily work reports.

You can be perfunctory and not write anything or write randomly, because adults may not read it.

But if an adult were to take a chance and try one day... they would be playing with their own lives...

That day, Fang Che had just finished his work and was lying on the chair like a puddle of mud.

He opened his mouth to breathe, but the spiritual energy in his body was completely consumed by the icy spirit and cold soul, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

He murmured, "Feng Yun, that bastard, said he would give me twenty reclining chairs, but he disappeared after that day. He broke his promise... and he's still the First Young Master. Humph."

I have to say that human beings are very evil creatures.

Without saying anything.

Whoever is mentioned will come.

When Fang Che was complaining weakly, he saw a figure flash by, and Feng Yun actually came with a veil.

"Night Demon, are you scolding me behind my back again?" Feng Yun spoke, and the veil on his face rose and fell.

"Pfft hahahaha..."

Even though he had no strength left, Fang Che almost collapsed from laughing: "Mr. Yun, I have to say, you look really graceful with a veil... You are so charming."

"Get lost! You're the only one who talks too much!"

Feng Yun smiled bitterly, sighed and took off his hat.

Suddenly, his face was revealed, completely twisted and bruised, and it was horribly beaten, with obvious marks of being beaten by high-level martial arts.

The whole head looks like a pig's head.

There are blue and purple bumps all over his head.

Half of the bridge of his nose was broken, and there was only a slit left for his eyes.

Feng Yun now no longer had the aura of a "handsome and elegant gentleman" he once was. Instead, he looked like a street thug who had been beaten up by a crowd of people.

"Fuck!" Fang Che's eyes widened.

Feng Yun took off his bamboo hat and smiled bitterly at Fang Che: "Can I look like this without a veil?"

"I go!"

Fang Che was really shocked: "Who did it?"

This is Feng Yun!
The eldest son of the Only Orthodox Church, the leader of the younger generation, who could beat him like this? Who dares?
"You can't guess that?"

Feng Yun sighed: "My father..."

Fang Che was completely speechless.

This reason is so powerful.

Really... no matter how Feng Han beat Feng Yun, it seemed like it was justified?
"Why?" Fang Che was curious.

"For good reason."

Feng Yun sighed and pulled out twenty reclining chairs from his space ring: "The reclining chairs I promised you are here as a gift and bribe today."

"Oh, that's great."

Fang Che hurriedly pulled one over and lay on it, moaning in comfort: "The one I left behind that day was snatched away by Grandmaster Sun..."

He put the nineteen recliners into the ring, leaving only one, and sighed, "Young masters really know how to enjoy themselves. This recliner, Young Master Yun, is not only made of good materials, but all the details and curves are just right. You can even rest on it for a whole day. It's not like the ones I bought from the market, which are just called recliners, but they are far inferior to this."

Feng Yun rubbed the bruises on his face and grimaced.

Ever since he treated Fang Che as his own brother, Feng Yun has become more and more casual in front of Fang Che and cares less and less about his image.

She pouted and said, "How can what I have compare to those glamorous things out there? Apart from other things, this wood is the fragrant sandalwood that takes a hundred years to grow a few inches. It is harder than iron, and lying on it can automatically calm your mind. It is all the essence of the middle part. Every arc is carefully measured and set by the number one carpenter of the Only I Orthodox Church. There is only one requirement, that is: after it is made, no matter how much weight a person lies on it, it will not affect the shaking rhythm of this recliner."

"But the shaking cannot be too big, nor too small, and it cannot stop. It has to swing slowly... What do you, a country bumpkin, know?"

Feng Yun said disdainfully: "Stand up and leave this recliner here. Even if it's been a year or ten years, and no one uses it or moves it, it will still rock automatically."

“That’s a recliner!”

"Night Demon, the one you made before is also called a recliner?"

Feng Yun mercilessly looked down on the country bumpkin and said, "Do you really think that the common people sit on chairs and the emperor also sits on chairs, and that the chairs that the common people sit on are the same as the chairs that the emperor sits on?"

"You can eat your fill, and so can others. They are all the same. Do you think your fill is on the same level as others?"

"You marry a wife, and so do others. Can your wife be with..."

At this point, Feng Yun suddenly stopped talking. Not only did he stop talking, but he also looked depressed. Because he found that no one else could compare to this guy's wife...

Fang Che was immediately puzzled: "Why did you stop talking halfway? Tell me. What happened to my wife?"

Feng Yun took a deep breath and hissed, “Fang Che, you are really a bitch!”

Fang Che lay on the recliner and laughed: "As for today, can a cheap person like me... compare to you?"

Feng Yun laughed: "Country bumpkin!"

"A country bumpkin can also find a good wife." Fang Che said lazily.

Feng Yun was speechless.

"A country bumpkin can become the Emperor of Eternal Night. Can you do it?"

Fang Che asked.

"..." Feng Yun continued to remain silent.

"The country bumpkin can talk to you while lying on the recliner you gave him."

Fang Che rambled on: "A country bumpkin can still..."

Feng Yun slowly rolled up his sleeves, his eyes dangerous: "Ye Mo, you saw the First Young Master of the Solitary Orthodox Church being beaten today. But have you ever seen the First Young Master of the Solitary Orthodox Church beating up a country bumpkin? Do you want to see it?"

Fang Che immediately stood up and twisted his face: "This is boring, right?"

"If it's interesting to you, then it's not interesting to me."

Feng Yun snorted and said, "I'm here to visit the prison today."

"Your second uncle?" Fang Che asked.

"Feng Nuan."

"Why don't you treat the wound on your face before coming back?"

"Firstly, this injury is due to my father's special skills, which is difficult to heal. Secondly, I came to see my second uncle, and this injury really cannot be healed."

Feng Yun smiled faintly.

"Let's go and see my second uncle. Is he doing well these days?"

cell.

It's already empty.

The cell that could originally hold five thousand people, after all the souls passed away, was left with less than twenty people.

Each person has a single room.

But they are so far away from each other.

The light inside was dim, and even a cough would cause an eerie echo.

Full of a feeling of terror.

Feng Nuan was in her room, reading a book with the light on.

His cultivation had been sealed, but his posture was still calm and graceful.

Feng Yun, wearing a bamboo hat, slowly came to the door and looked at his second uncle who was reading inside with cold eyes.

"Uncle, are you busy?"

Feng Yun's gentle voice: "I came to see you. Is it convenient in here?"

Feng Nuan turned back slowly.

His expression changed slightly.

Right now, there are three people he least wants to see: his father Feng Kuang, his elder brother Feng Han, and his nephew Feng Yun.

Now, Feng Yun is here.

Feng Nuan's eyes fell on Feng Yun, and when she saw the bamboo hat on his head, her pupils couldn't help but shrink.

He said calmly, "Why did you come in wearing this thing?"

"Of course there are reasons why I have to do so."

Feng Yun smiled, opened the food box, and said, "I brought wine and food for Second Uncle. They are all in small plates and bottles. You can pass them in."

Take out the dishes one plate at a time.

Feng Yun's movements were slow and calm, and his hands were steady.

Three dishes.

A jug of wine.

They are all very small and exquisite.

Feng Nuan's facial muscles twitched as he looked at the food and wine that Feng Yun had put in through the gap in the iron fence.

He said calmly, "Feng Yun, are you visiting my grave?"

"I came in a hurry."

Feng Yun smiled and said, "Uncle, please forgive me."

"Take off your hat and veil and let me see it." Feng Nuan looked at Feng Yun's hat with cold and sharp eyes.

"it is good."

Feng Yun took off his hat as he was told, revealing his scarred face, and smiled slightly: "It's just a little unsightly. I'm sorry to make my second uncle laugh."

Feng Nuan's pupils shrank, and she realized something. She looked horrified and asked, "Who hit me?"

"Your eldest brother, my father, beat him himself."

Feng Yun smiled.

Feng Nuan took a deep breath, a look of despair on his face.

But he still asked in a trembling voice: "Why did I hit you?"

"Of course my nephew did something wrong and made my father angry."

Feng Yun said lightly, smiling gently: "I was beaten like this, but I didn't delay coming to see you, Second Uncle. Are you touched, Second Uncle?"

(End of this chapter)