Thirty-Two: My Host Can't Be that Cruel (6)

Jiang Pengji got up and looked at the servant with cold eyes, "You usually rely on your parents to do your best in the Liu Mansion, so you can beg those servants who watch the night to let you go to the inner courtyard, but unfortunately, you saw the maidservant at night, suddenly Malicious, knock him unconscious, and act like a beast!"

"Under your sleeve, there are still scratches from her struggle, how do you want to explain?"

The servant subconsciously took a step back and firmly held his wrist.

At first, Jiang Pengji thought it was an attempted coercion. After all, in this ancient era, any servant who dared to do this was a typical example of recklessness, and he could have been lynched to death. Moreover, the traces he left behind when he was with fans before made her misunderstand. sentenced.

But when the steward brought the maidservant, she found that things were more serious than she thought.

The couple in charge didn't expect that their son would be beaten to death with a random stick if he broke into such a big thing.

Facing the attention of his parents, the servant's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly panicked. Seeing that Jiang Pengji was not far away from him, and thinking of his inevitable end later, malice suddenly appeared in his chest, "I'll fight you!" -"

Jiang Pengji avoided one side with ease, and the room suddenly became chaotic. No one thought that he dared to make trouble!

Jiang Pengji was not caught, the servant who was strong and had practiced twice immediately aimed at Madam Butterfly.

She's a girl, and she was sick not long ago, so it's best to be careful.

But Jiang Pengji noticed his intention at the first time, and slapped the sandalwood fan in his hand on his face. Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent subconsciously closed his eyes, he raised his foot and kicked him in the hollow of the leg, causing the opponent's body to move forward. dump.

Snapped--

Jiang Pengji slapped him across the face with a closed sandalwood fan. I don't know how much strength she used, and she directly slapped him to the ground, leaving a rapidly red and swollen two-finger-wide mark from the temple to the bridge of the nose. Blood and tears flowed from one eye.

"Dirty my fan."

Throwing the blood-stained sandalwood fan beside the servant who was curled up on the ground, covering his eyes and howling in pain, the whole incident happened in the blink of an eye.

In the end, Jiang Pengji ordered the couple in charge to be escorted and brought under control.

Not only is the room completely silent, but the entire barrage is also blank, feeling unprecedentedly clean.

"Housekeeper, have they searched their house? How much money has been stolen from the mansion? Report to the mansion according to the real number. Remember, when you turn it over, pour a bowl of dumb medicine. As for him, hehe... Call all the servants and let everyone open their eyes What does it mean to be beaten to death with a stick!"

"Aunt Die was frightened just now, remember to ask a doctor to take a look and prescribe some calming medicine."

The atmosphere in the room was dignified and frightening. The housekeeper was used to storms, so he accepted it very well, "Reporting to your lord, I have already checked it out."

Speaking of this, the old housekeeper felt a little ashamed. He never expected that there would be people who could be so greedy for ink under his nose. According to the current law, the transfer of the couple in charge to the government office would be a capital offense in the end.

However, Lang Jun has really grown up, and he can still remember to do things well in such an angry situation.

After all, they are also old people who have left the Liu residence. The couple don't know much about the affairs of the residence, so they can't let go if they are dumb.

Madam Die was really frightened by this incident at first, but the whole process didn't last long, and her attention was quickly shifted from panic to the figure reflected on the screen. In a daze, it seemed that the person she was familiar with would pass through the screen and walk towards her.

However, Jiang Pengji's voice brought her back to reality, and she lost interest, so she responded in a low voice and asked the maid to help her back to her room.

After the barrage fell silent, it suddenly exploded in a blowout style. There were doubts about the content, but most still couldn't believe it. Some even scolded Jiang Pengji for being too ruthless and vicious... They have become more and more inclined to believe that the live broadcast is really real.

[Do whatever you want]: I believe that the anchor has really traveled through the live broadcast... But,

As a modern person, what about your three views? To ruin a person's eyes so easily, and want to beat him to death in public, is too cruel and outrageous!

Most of the bullet screens have this content, which has a similar meaning, mostly condemning Jiang Pengji for being cold-blooded and cruel.

She curled her lips secretly, and asked the system to bold and center her words.

[Anchor V]: Who told you that I am from ancient times?

Using the modern Three Views standard, ask her to be a person who licked blood at the knife edge, fought in the interstellar war for more than 30 years, and directly or indirectly contracted tens of millions of life debts?

She has her own code of conduct and judgment, as long as she doesn't step on her bottom line, everything is fine.

stepped on?

Then I'm sorry.

[Anchor V]: Let me introduce myself, Jiang Pengji, the commander of the Seventh Legion of the Interstellar Human Federation, the rank of general, maybe I will have an honorary marshal title after my death. Calculated according to your time, I probably belong to the future human beings 10,000 to 20,000 years later.

While talking, while stepping on the clogs under his feet, there was a rhythmic rattling sound in his ears.

[Anchor V]: This is not the peaceful era you are used to, and there is no such thing as human rights. There will only be more bloody scenes like today. You and I are people of two ages, meeting is fate, if you are curious, I will welcome you, if you are disdainful, you can leave without seeing it off.

system:"……"

Nima, this is not only the most difficult host it has ever met, but also definitely the biggest anchor that all viewers have encountered.

The system almost made the three corpses jump violently, "Do you understand that... you will drive people away?"

Jiang Pengji raised an arc quietly, and said firmly, "No, don't worry, the number of people will only increase in a while."

The system was puzzled, Jiang Pengji didn't bother to explain to it.

An anchor tens of thousands of years later started a live broadcast in ancient times that were suspected to be thousands of years ago, and it was true, the gimmick is not big enough?

The system quickly recalled it, because it found that the number of people watching the live broadcast had slowly climbed to 2,000, and was approaching the 2,500 mark at an increasing rate... But, why are the viewers doing this? How many, she didn't even see the lollipop that was rewarded?

"How old are you this year?"

Jiang Pengji took a red-painted flat wooden stick from one of the servants, and walked up to the unfortunate servant girl, who would have shrunk herself into the cracks in the ground, if the housekeeper hadn't arranged for someone to watch her, It is estimated that she has already found a chance to seek death and succeeded.

"Slave is thirteen this year."

Although this maid was only thirteen years old, she developed relatively early, and looked like a slim girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

Jiang Pengji handed her the wooden stick in her hand, and under the fearful and astonished eyes of the servant girl, she squatted slightly and looked at her kneeling on the ground, and squeezed the other's jaw with the other hand, "You are already tied up, You can’t move. You can hit him as long as you like, until you kill him. If you can’t kill him, I will spare his life!”

The gathered servants didn't know what happened, but they couldn't help but gasped when they heard Jiang Pengji's words.

Jiang Pengji didn't care about other people's gazes, instead she asked your maid coldly, "Should I hit you or not?"

The other party's breathing was a little short, and his eyes full of hatred fell on the red lacquered wooden stick in Jiang Pengji's hand. Suddenly he became more determined, and his breathing became more and more short.

"Thank you sir!"

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