"Why are you...your face?"

Yang Zheng had already walked over and sat down on a chair. He glanced at the three of them, with some inexplicable meaning in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "My face is no problem, I will be this face in the future. This is my sincerity."

"Sincerity? What sincerity?"

"You are one of the few people who know that I have another face in my cooperation."

The red lady raised her eyebrows slightly, which made her look more disdainful.

Yang Zheng was not angry either, pointed out the window and said lightly: "Go and have a look."

Malta moved his doubts to the window, looked at it, and his face turned pale: "Army."

The Hongniang and Russell, who had never spoken out, also changed their color at the same time.

The two of them quickly reached the window. After a glance, the Hong Madam had turned around and shouted at Yang Zhengli: "You betray us."

The entire hotel was surrounded by soldiers, and the strong bow and crossbow looked at the window gate, and a tense atmosphere of storm was about to come filled the air. The red lady picked up her weapon and rushed over. With a long sword, she had already reached Yang Zheng’s neck...

The knife only touched Yang Zheng's neck and penetrated into Yang Zheng's skin coldly. Yang Zheng did not even move. He slowly raised his head and smiled at the Hongmao: "Why don't you cut it down?"

"You!" The Hong Madam shook her hand, and the knife slid into the flesh, and a drop of blood slid down Yang Zheng's neck. She said anxiously: "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Scared, of course, but..." Yang Zheng habitually rubbed his nose: "Do you really want to kill me?"

"Why don't you kill us if you betray us?" The Hongniang fell a little deeper into her hand, and the blood began to flow rapidly.

Yang Zheng did not care about the knife on his neck and spoke leisurely, as if he was the one who controlled someone else's life with the knife: "I want to betray you, can I use such troublesome means? I said, I am very sincere. If we want to cooperate, I have to show my strength first, otherwise why do you think I can help you destroy the octopus thief?"

"Your strength?" The light flashed in the Hongniang's eyes, and suddenly, even the sound became lighter. The strands of it looked like the cool breeze blowing from the ground: "So, are those outside you?"

For some reason, Yang Zheng felt something was wrong.

He looked at the face of Hongmaster who suddenly had no angry expression and nodded slightly.

"So...you appear here, those troops listen to you, are you... official?" Hong Niangzi's voice became lighter and more erratic.

Yang Zheng's eyes shook slightly, he paused and nodded again.

At this moment, a huge tearing force came from the neck.

Yang Zheng did not escape, but the tearing force was suppressed by huge resistance and could no longer enter the slightest.

The Hongniang waved the knife desperately, almost using all her strength, and her face turned red, but the blade had been grabbed by Yang Zheng's hand, and blood was flowing on Yang Zheng's neck and hands, looking a little terrifying.

Yang Zheng stood up suddenly, grabbed the blade's hand and twisted it hard, staggering the Hongniang.

The red lady bounced up from the ground like a leopard and hit Yang Zheng's arms. Her hands stuck to his waist. The powerful collision made Yang Zheng retreat repeatedly, knocking over the table and chair, and his back hit the wall with a "bang" sound, and dust fell down.

Hong Niangzi's body seemed to be burning with a spiritual force, hatred, anger, and a storm rushed out, allowing her to exert a much greater power than usual.

Then Yang Zheng felt severe pain in his lower body.

The Hongniang bent her knees and hit Yang Zheng hard in the crotch.

"Ah...cough...cough."

Yang Zheng, who was hoarse in his voice by the pain, gradually turned bloody again, and his lowered roar rushed out of his throat: "You are crazy."

But Madam Hong ignored her and hit her knees in.

Yang Zheng could not let her do it again. The most vulnerable place for men. Even Yang Zheng, who is a demon beast, couldn't bear it. He bent his knees and bumped into the same place with Hong Niang's knees. With a light crack, Hong Niang's face shook, but was quickly replaced by madness. At the moment when the whole person was about to fall down, she wrapped her limbs around Yang Zheng's body, opened her mouth and bit Yang Zheng's Adam's apple.

The deep resentment in his eyes made Yang Zheng, who had an evil heart, feel very awe-inspiring.

He lowered his head, pressed his chin against Hongniang's forehead, and kicked his left foot on the wall. His body, which was one head taller than Hongniang, suddenly pressed down. He rushed to the ground with Hongniang. Hongniang suffered the weight of the two and lost his combat power.

Yang Zheng shook her hand away, turned her body upside down and pressed it on the ground, shouting at the frightened Maltha: "What else do you want to see? Come with the rope."

Malta rushed away quickly, and soon the Hongmao's hands and feet were tied up and fell to the ground.

Yang Zheng rubbed his neck, stood up with lingering fear, and said softly: "It's a hell, women are such terrible creatures."

The Hong Madam twisted her body, because her hands were tied up behind her back, and she couldn't even turn around, and she twisted on the ground. Seeing her uncomfortable, Yang Zheng felt a little soft-hearted. This woman was so crazy about killing him, she wasn't really crazy. Seeing her cold look, she didn't know what kind of resentment she felt.

He went up, grabbed her body, and sat down by the wall.

After her body turned, Yang Zheng was stunned and the Hongniang actually cried.

This woman can even cry.

Her straight eyes seemed to look at the empty space without any focus, tears flowed down her eye sockets. This strong woman really cried.

It's like a burst that is so hard that it is enough to shock people's hearts.

Yang Zheng called her softly.

The Red Lady.

No response.

The Red Lady.

He shook his hand in front of the woman's eyes, and even the instinctive reflex of his pupils disappeared.

Yang Zheng cursed himself secretly.

What kind of world, what kind of world, there is no normal woman you meet.

He grabbed the Hong Madam, threw it on his shoulder, then resisted her, walked out, and said coldly: "You two, come with me too."

Lord's Mansion

"What's wrong with her?" Yang Zheng closed the door and stood at the door to ask the medical officer.

"Because the mood is too strong, this sign will appear temporarily and will be cured soon. I will adjust a few doses of calming medicine for her to drink." The medical officer replied.

Yang Zheng nodded and let him go.

He looked at the door with some headaches, and Yang Zheng walked out. He originally wanted to cooperate with Hong Niangzi, but he didn't expect that his identity would cause such a fierce collision as soon as it was exposed. If it really didn't work, he could only change his partner.

Yang Zheng arrived at another room, and Russell was waiting there.

The monk in the silver stick sat leisurely on the chair in the room, squinted his eyes slightly, and drank the fruit drinks brought by his servants.

After Yang Zheng entered, Russell opened his eyes and said leisurely: "Lord Lord."

Yang Zheng sat opposite him and stared at him with cold and harsh eyes, as if he was about to penetrate the person in front of him like a sharp sword. Russell sat quietly without showing any uneasiness. After a moment, the sharpness in Yang Zheng's eyes dissipated and he smiled and said, "You are very good, much better than that woman. I originally thought you would have a quarrel with me."

"I rarely do useless work," Russell responded lightly.

"A person who knows the current affairs is a hero. It turns out that I despise you. You seem to have guessed my identity very early."

"It's not too early, but when you must enter Wigolan County, I nodded, but it's only a moment before I really know your identity."

"Oh," Yang Zheng smiled slightly: "Maybe I should give you the antidote, if you can always be so smart."

Russell's eyes lit up slightly, but he didn't respond.

At this time, the door was reminded of the sound of the door being pressed, and the maid Qiqi brought Yang Zheng a glass of fruit drink.

After Yang Zheng took it, he took a sip. After Qiqi left, he sighed slightly: "I don't want to make things difficult for you, but you also know that Vigolan County is so chaotic now, and the two lords before me are all dead here. To put it nicely, the Count's title has been granted the Marquis' territory, but in fact it is worse than the viscount. Internal and external troubles, I have to be warned that you once told me that most of the mutants were studied by the Black Mage Tower. If they really did it. No matter how powerful they are or how evil they are, this is my territory, and it is not their turn to make trouble. You Yaluther monks and the Black Mage Tower have a grudge. How about it? Are you willing to join me? As long as you understand the truth, I guarantee that Yaluther monks can survive and continue in my territory."

Russell listened, and there was no fluctuation on his face.

After waiting for Yang Zheng to finish his speech, he pondered for a moment, and said with a smile: "Do I have any choice?"

Yang Zheng gently pressed his fingers against the table and narrowed his eyes: "Of course there is... If you refuse to join forces with me, I will prepare a quiet place for you. Before I can clean up my territory, I can only feel wronged and stay there."

Russell's eyes twitched. Although the Yaluther monk was not proficient in prophecy, he still had a strong sense of danger. Yang Zheng's gentle words revealed an invisible threat.

"How are you going to deal with the Black Mage Tower?"

"Did you agree?"

"I've wanted to teach a lesson for those powerful ghosts in the Black Mage Tower."

Yang Zheng's lips curled slightly: "It's always easy to talk to smart people. I don't know the Black Mage Tower. If you want to deal with them, you have to pay more attention to the Lord Russell. It's getting late today, so you have a good rest for a night. We'll talk about it tomorrow. Happy cooperation."

He raised the glass of fruit drink and signaled it to drink it all in one gulp.

After waiting for Yang Zheng to leave the room, Russell raised the remaining fruit drink, swallowed it into his stomach in one gulp, and murmured: "Happy cooperation..."

The second day.

It was dawn, and Yang Zheng sat up from the bed.

I put on my clothes lightly and walked out the door. It was a gloomy sky, and it was rare that it did not rain.

Standing in the yard, Yang Zheng stretched out his muscles and bones, and then put on military fists. After finishing his work, Yang Zheng thought for a while, turned around the corridor, and walked towards another independent building.

It was still early, and when he met the guard on duty at the entrance of the small building, Yang Zheng put his finger beside his mouth and made a move to silence.

He waved at them, and the guards followed Yang Zheng outside.

"How about it, did you do what I told you yesterday?"

"Sir," one of the guards bowed: "We said as you told me in the middle of the night, and deliberately lowered our voices. You were almost hoarse when you heard our voices."

Yang Zheng smiled and patted the guard's head: "You silly boy, I'll tell you, why are you doing so hard? Just say a few words occasionally like chatting."

The two guards smiled and lowered their heads a little embarrassed.

"Everyone go and rest, I'm tired after standing all night."
To be continued...