The more Yuchi Gong spoke, the more agitated he became.
The anger that had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years completely exploded at this moment.
He shook Zhang Feng's shoulders with all his might, tears streaming down his face.
It was as if Zhang Feng, who was in his hands, was the murderer who had killed his brother.
Seeing Yuchi Gong's crazed state, Zhang Feng was no longer anxious or worried.
He could feel Yuchi Gong's heart-wrenching pain, pain, despair, and coldness. He was a person who had seen the most despairing thing in his life, but now, he could easily obtain warmth. Under the surging emotions of loss and gain, he actually thought of his former brother. He thought of the tragic state of his brother who had been frozen into an ice sculpture in order to give the resources in his hands to the brother who needed him more and went to protect his home.
So.
Emotions needed to be vented.
When something was buried in one's heart for a long time, it would multiply. When it encountered a trigger point, this kind of grief and sorrow would be vented out like a geyser.
Just as Zhang Feng was thinking about how to make Old Yu let go, he heard a muffled sound. Yuchi Gong, who was strangling him, slowly fell to the ground. Behind him, the gloomy Cheng Yaojin slowly withdrew his hand knife.
It was obvious that this hand knife was made by him. Originally, Cheng Yaojin was preparing to go to Chang 'an City. After learning about Zhang Feng's situation, he wanted to go up the mountain to take a look, but he ended up seeing this scene.
He also saw the crazed Yuchi Gong. He was afraid that he would hurt Zhang Feng, so he decisively knocked him out.
At this time, Zhang Feng slowly collapsed on the recliner, gasping for breath. His two arms seemed to have no feeling, hanging limply on both sides, extremely numb and itchy.
Cheng Yaojin didn't care about the unconscious Yuchi Gong on the ground. He dragged him aside by his feet and tore open Zhang Feng's clothes.
As soon as he tore open the clothes, Cheng Yaojin and Yu Shinan couldn't help but gasp.
They saw that both sides of Zhang Feng's neck were swollen, and the places where he had been strangled were bruised. Zhang Feng's arms were purplish black. Obviously, there was a serious lack of blood.
Zhang Feng struggled to wave his hands, but the pain made him grit his teeth. He could only smile bitterly and say, "I'm fine. It's just that my shoulders hurt a lot. I should be fine after resting for two days and applying my alcohol. This is a lack of blood. I just need to move around."
Zhang Feng saw that Cheng Yaojin was holding his shoulders and his eyes were filled with tears. He quickly continued to say, "It was my fault just now. Old Yu's mind was too agitated. He needs to recuperate. I don't dare to be careless. It's best to ask Old Sun to prescribe him some medicine."
Cheng Yaojin glared at Zhang Feng and said, "You're too careless. If I didn't come in time, who knows what would have happened. You're in so much pain, and you still have the time to care about that old bastard? If you don't win this time, if you don't win the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, it'll be intolerable! "
Cheng Yaojin was somewhat gratified by Zhang Feng's performance. If Lao Li knew about this, then the consequences …
He turned his head and glared at Yu Shinan and said, "It's not like you don't know Old Yu's temper. When he's angry, no one can drink from him. Just bear with it and watch. What if something happens to Feng Zi?"
"As long as you shout, Lao Tzu doesn't believe that Iron Bull and the others won't be able to do anything to him."
As he spoke, Cheng Yaojin angrily rushed to the door. He glared at Cheng Chumo and the others and waved his hand. Then he pointed at Cheng Chumo and the others and scolded, "You guys are Feng Zi's brothers. Just now, something almost happened to Feng Zi in front of you. Don't you guys know?"
"Have all the food you've eaten all these years gone to the dogs' stomachs? And you guys, you guys have been in the military for more than ten years. Are you guys just waiting to die in the military? Can't you see that? "
"Wait, all of you, go and receive your rewards! Everyone will follow the military rules and receive twenty military trophies. If there's a next time, don't blame Lao Tzu for not recognizing you! "
No one dared to say anything.
Now that Zhang Feng was lying in the room, he couldn't see Cheng Yaojin's appearance. Otherwise, he would have been shocked. At this time, Cheng Yaojin had returned to the appearance of the ruthless demon king in Chang 'an. His entire body was filled with murderous intent.
Zhang Feng endured the soreness in his body and hurriedly asked Yu Shinan to help him out of the room. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he bitterly smiled and said, "It was supposed to be a happy occasion, but I was deliberately mystifying it and caused a misunderstanding. I, I've implicated you all. When I'm better, I'll make a table of good things that you haven't eaten before. I'll make it up to you as an apology. How about that?"
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