Chapter: 71

Now I saw it with my own eyes, but the opposite was a young man with clear eyes, wearing a sable fur and sitting quietly on the side of the couch, looking a bit restrained.

Jiang Xinghuo saw Cao Jiujiang following in disgrace, and knew that Mr. Cao's face was not easy this time.

So who is this extremely majestic person?

Li Jinglong looked at Zhu Di staring straight at Jiang Xinghuo, and even showed a gratified smile, and he was sure that there must be something tricky in it.

So, in order to be positive, Li Jinglong said before Jiang Xinghuo asked.

"Lieutenant Yan, this is Jiang Lang."

Zhu Di frowned, what a disgusting name.

Li Jinglong pointed to Zhu Di again and introduced: "Jiang Lang, this is Yan Polu, Wei Yan Polu from the Zhongyi Guard School."

Zhu Di nodded, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You are Jiang Xinghuo, the prison escapee?"

"It's right down."

Jiang Xinghuo is a bit like a social terrorist, and he doesn't have the generosity and heroism to point out Jiangshan in the imperial prison.

"Lieutenant Yan, it's raining." His mouth dropped.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinghuo felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes, and a knife that looked extremely long and heavy was pulled out by the captain Yan Polu with one hand.

Zhu Di said coldly: "I was ordered to kill the escaped prisoner!"

The cold murderous intent spread in the air, and Li Jinglong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he saw it.

What kind of rhythm is this?

Zhu Di is crazy!

Isn't Jiang Xinghuo his illegitimate son, but his love rival?

Zhu Di walked towards Jiang Xinghuo with a long knife gleaming with a faint cold light.

"Wait!" Li Jinglong hastily stopped him.

Zhu Di glanced at him, "What? You want to die too?"

Li Jinglong swallowed and shook his head.

"If you want to die, just stand in front and wait for me to kill you first before it's his turn."

After saying that, Zhu Di waved his knife as if he was about to strike, so frightened that Li Jinglong scrambled and crawled to hide beside the screen, curled up and trembling.

Zhu Di snorted coldly, raised the knife high with both hands, and at the same time carefully observed Jiang Xinghuo's expression in front of him.

But I saw Jiang Xinghuo—grinning his mouth, his face was full of joy!

Jiang Xinghuo lay down on the couch, closed his eyes and waited for death, and even adjusted the position of the pillow to make himself more comfortable.

It's like a salted fish state lying flat to death, the kind that refuses to even turn over.

"I'll lie down and you come."

Zhu Di: "..."