The peasant husband is a squeamish bag

Chapter 121 Angry Luo Jia

But suddenly his eyes turned cold, and Luo Jia's body became more murderous!
He beckoned suddenly, and a hidden guard suddenly jumped down from the beam.

Kneeling directly in front of Luo Jia.

Luo Jia sat up on the bed, half leaning against the head of the bed, his eyes became narrow and long in an instant: "There are a few more, come down all of them."

In the next moment, several hidden guards appeared in front of Luo Jia, and there were 8 of them.

Luo Jia looked at the people with their heads bowed in front of him, and his heart was full of anger.

These people appeared after Yun Cheng rescued him. They talked about their life experience and identity, and then said that they were sent by the emperor to protect themselves.

From now on, I will be their master.

The corner of Luo Jia's mouth curled up ironically?
Owner?

If it's really their master, it should be fine, the person sent to protect him on the surface is actually here to monitor him.

I can't drive them away, but I'm not obedient either.

Thinking of Yun Cheng's dangerous situation today, Luo Jia clenched his fists, and the next moment the wound on his hand was aching.

"I am your master?" Luo Jia's red lips were astonishingly red at this time, as if they were bleeding.

"Yes."

"Then why don't you listen to me?" Luo Jia's voice was very gentle, without any anger.

But it made the goosebumps of several people on the ground rise.

This master is not a good stubble at all, he is simply a pervert!It's a devil!

"Do you think I'm not worthy to be your master?" Luo Jia licked his lips, with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

"No!" The guard replied.

"Our task is only to protect the master, not to protect other people." So Luo Jia asked them to save Yuncheng, but they refused.

In fact, there was some disdain in his eyes.

It's ridiculous for a big man to follow a woman's ass all day long.

"This is your protection?" Luo Jia stretched out his hand, letting these people look at the wound on his hand.

"That's really good protection."

Luo Jia took out a piece of white paper from under the pillow, and clenched his fist hard, blood dripped onto the paper.

Luo Jia can't write letters, but he knows how to use everything available around him to achieve his goals.

"You guys, send this letter to the emperor."

Luo Jia handed the blood-stained white paper to the dark guard.

But the dark guards didn't answer.

Sending this letter back means sending them to their deaths.

"This subordinate is guilty!" Several hidden guards bowed their heads and kowtowed.

"I beg the master to give the subordinate another chance!"

Luo Jia left the paper in his hand lightly on the ground, shaking his slender wrist, and pointed at the leader of the dark guard in front.

"Actually, you are quite unconvinced."

"In the capital, he should be a person of great size and dignity, but he was sent to take care of a cripple like me."

"You should all be quite unconvinced."

The blood on Luo Jia's hand was still dripping, and blood-colored plum blossoms bloomed on the ground.

It seems to symbolize the unknown.

No one answered, and Luo Jia didn't mind, he looked at the few people underground.

"Then I'll give you a chance, otherwise, if you see my hand is hurt, then I will use your hand to pay for it."

"Each of you cut off each other's two hands, how about I give you a chance?"

Luo Jia seemed to feel so particularly happy, and even giggled. There was no trace of blood in his innocent eyes, as if he was really telling a funny joke.

"You said, okay?"

(End of this chapter)