The villain wants to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors every day

Chapter 221 She Was Afraid of His Neck Breaking

Enemy, enemy, Shen Fanxing never thought that in this dream, he would meet the plague god who wanted to strangle him to death before.

Thinking of the terrifying cultivation of the God of Plague, Shen Fanxing felt a little weak, not because she was timid, but because this person's cultivation was far beyond her understanding.

In other words, why did he come after her? Xie Wanying is not a highly cultivated evil spirit, even if she eats her, it may not increase his cultivation.

Seeing the man's gaze cast in their direction, Shen Fanxing hastily lowered his head, hoping that the man would not recognize him.

In this dream, although she assumed the identity of Xiao Cui, the rough envoy and maid, this face was her own.

However, her hopes were in vain.Chu Yanzhi had excellent eyesight, and the moment his eyes fell on Shen Fanxing, he recognized her.

Strange to say, even without looking at Shen Fanxing's face, he could recognize her at first sight, since they had only met once before.

Seeing Shen Fanxing's timid look, Chu Yanzhi's thin lips curled up slightly, and even the corners of his eyes were tinged with a smile.When he first came to this dreamland, he was thinking about how to find Shen Fanxing's trace, but he never thought that she would come to the door by herself.

Instead, as an old saying goes, there is no place to find if you break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Although Shen Fanxing didn't look up, he could clearly feel the man's gaze on her.His eyes were so aggressive that the hairs on Shen Fanxing's body stood up one by one.

She thought, she was probably recognized by this fellow.

On the one hand, she was terribly afraid that her neck would be broken by a man in the next moment, but on the other hand, she kept comforting herself, this is a dream she wove, no matter how powerful the plague god is, in her territory, she will be restrained.

Just when Shen Fanxing was on alert, the man lazily looked away, casually put the scroll in his hand on the stone table beside him, turned to look at the butler beside him, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The housekeeper bowed his back slightly, and said respectfully, "This bastard girl accidentally damaged your clothes by washing, I brought her here to punish the third son."

Hearing this, Chu Yanzhi raised his sword eyebrows lightly, his eyes fell on Shen Fanxing again, his pretty thin lips moved, "Raise your head."

Shen Fanxing knew that he couldn't hide, so he could only bite the bullet and raise his head, and stiffly pulled the corner of his lips at Chu Yanzhi.

Chu Yanzhi saw the defense in Shen Fanxing's eyes clearly, and narrowed his eyes with great interest.

He lifted up his robe, sat lazily on the stone bench behind him, looked at Shen Fanxing with a half-smile, and raised his thin lips, "Since you can't use your hands well, why don't you cut them all off."

Shen Fanxing's eyes widened upon hearing this, thinking that this guy's heart is dark enough, she just ruined one of his clothes, so he wants to use his own hands.

Even the housekeeper was shocked. He thought that bringing Shen Fanxing here would be nothing more than a meal, but he never thought that the third son didn't know how to pity and cherish jade.

However, after thinking about it, he also felt that all this was reasonable. The third young master had always acted harshly and was not close to women. In his eyes, there was no distinction between men and women.

Shen Fanxing has traveled the world for thousands of years, and he also knows that in the clan's deep house, it is not uncommon for servants to be lynched.

However, even in a dream, if it is not true, losing a pair of hands is enough to make people worry.

So, what should she do, she can't fight this plague god in front of the housekeeper, can she?
(End of this chapter)