Eighty-Two: My Husband Is Pure and Unpretentious (4)

( ) Jiang Pengji was shorter than everyone present, but her aura easily overwhelmed everyone.

Xu Ke looked at her, and in a trance, he saw a vigorous tiger with flesh and blood hanging from the sharp teeth at the corners of its mouth. The muscles of the whole body were tense and ready to go, staring fiercely at the prey. His eyes were fierce and cold, and being stared at by her seemed to be doomed to death.

When he came back to his senses, the other party was still bathed in the sun, with black hair reflecting light and a halo of youth.

After a while, although everyone trembled in fear and chattered their teeth, none of them had the courage to raise objections.

There was a sneer on the corner of Jiang Pengji's lips, her eyes were slightly narrowed, showing a bit slender, and a gleam of narrowness and interest flashed in her eyes.

"Since there is no opinion, let's start."

She raised her hand and threw the sandalwood fan in Xu Ke's direction, and the other party subconsciously reached out to catch it. The familiar fragrance on it made him tremble all over. He subconsciously thought of Liu She's cold and poisonous eyes that night... No way, he couldn't help it. Already frightened out of the psychological shadow.

No... now is not the time to be afraid, his husband said to start... what to start?

Is there such a link in the process set up at the beginning?

Before the bewildered Xu Ke could figure out what the "start" was, what Jiang Pengji said afterwards almost scared him out of his wits.

Jiang Pengji said leisurely, and Xu Ke's heart skipped a beat, "I'll choose the first batch of corporal leaders. It's fair and just, and there will be no favoritism."

I heard her continue, "I know that some of you are already retreating in your hearts, for fear that your life will be ruined in the hands of murderous gangsters. However, the contract of prostitution that concerns your wealth and life is in my hands, so I dare not do anything wrong. Now, I I'll give you a chance. Whoever wins against me, I will let go of his contract of sale, give him back his freedom, and give him a year's worth of silver."

After a long time, Xu Ke's deepest impression on Jiang Pengji was the scene of her thin lips slightly curled up and her eyes burning under the afternoon sun.

"Come one by one, or go up to the hive together, it doesn't matter. You don't have to be restrained, life and death are up to fate, it all depends on God's will!"

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was in a state of commotion, as if they hadn't expected Jiang Pengji to be so arrogant.

They are all children of poor families. They have been working in the fields since they were young, and they are born with a lot of strength.

Although Jiang Pengji is the noble son of the Liu family, she may have practiced martial arts with a martial artist,

But looking at her thin body, she looks like a chicken cub, with little meat, no matter how you look at it... no matter how you look at it, she can't compare with a group of them, right?

If she wins, she can get back the contract of selling herself, and get a year's worth of silver? Really such a good thing?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, hesitating in their footsteps, no one dared to be the rafter, for fear that this was just a trap to test people.

Xu Ke was anxious on the sidelines, wanting to step forward to pull Jiang Pengji back, but she was afraid of offending her, but if she didn't do anything, what would she do if she was injured by these reckless men? To put it more seriously, what if you were beaten to death by random punches?

His heart was restless, as if there was a small tongue of fire licking his heart, which made people feel anxious and tormented.

However, in the next moment, he inadvertently saw the smile on the corner of the other's lips, and the look reads(); in his eyes.

Just as Xu Ke stepped forward, he suddenly stopped, and couldn't help but think of the gathering that day, the other party also teased everyone like this, with a little contempt in the depths of his eyes, this is a signal - she didn't take her opponent seriously at all! So, he walked back silently.

The atmosphere became more and more stagnant, and everyone felt that there was a seemingly light but extremely heavy boulder on their hearts, which made them inexplicably nervous, breathing heavily and rapidly, and sweating profusely on their backs, as if they were bearing some kind of weight that life could not bear.

"Don't you dare?"

Jiang Pengji spoke appropriately, just in time for a sensitive period when the pressure in everyone's hearts had reached its limit.

As soon as the words fell, an adult man with red eyes rushed out of the crowd. He was the strongest and the strongest among all the servants. Swinging his fist as big as a rock, he directly hit Jiang Pengji's face with a howling wind.

"Finally there's someone worthy." Jiang Pengji laughed lightly, not paying attention to that fist at all, while Zhuangtou beside him was so frightened that his chest was throbbing, his breathing could barely keep up with the rhythm, and Xu Ke couldn't bear it anymore. He stared, turning his head away from sight.

Everyone in the live broadcast room subconsciously held their breath and clenched their fists slightly.

At this moment, some complained about why the live broadcast was so high-definition, making them feel that the fist would break through the screen and hit their faces directly. Some timid ones were even mentally prepared that the anchor would be splashed with blood on the spot.

In order to attract popularity, many anchors always like to do some desperate things. I didn't expect Jiang Pengji to follow in the same footsteps.

Among the people present, the least worried ones were probably the few viewers of the live broadcast who had seen Jiang Pengji's mighty fighting power.

When everyone else was trembling, they were the only ones who opened their eyes wide with excitement, for fear of missing any wonderful moments.

"Well done!"

Facing the menacing punch, Jiang Pengji didn't hide but took a step forward, confronting the opponent head-on.

The side palm pressed against the opponent's wrist, releasing most of the strength, and then shook it away forcefully, the palm of the hand was wide open to grab the opponent's arm, turned around and swung, borrowing strength, and unexpectedly threw the person out violently. The movements are simple and simple, but the use of "force" is brought to the extreme.

After all, these are the servants who need to be trained, so you can't beat them with fists. When the time comes, they will lie on the couch one by one, moaning and wailing, who will train them? Therefore, Jiang Pengji just wanted to teach them a little lesson, to convince them thoroughly.

The Seventh Legion was belligerent, and not only did its slogan be "make trouble", but it also had some "bad habits" that were considered rude by outsiders.

Ninety-nine out of ten new recruits recruited every year have to undergo a "baptism for new recruits". Young people are always angry, and they can't do without beating, otherwise it will be difficult to discipline them in the future.

In the same way, these servants have their own thoughts, and they may not take training seriously in the future, which is also a lack.

Rather than worrying about this problem in the future, it is better to beat them all up now.

For Jiang Pengji, there was nothing in this world that couldn't be solved with a beating, and if there was, another beating was needed.

The servant who was the first to attack seemed to be a signal, causing the hesitation in other people's hearts to dissipate in an instant, and they took advantage of the momentary courage to rush towards Jiang Pengji. There are so many of them, are they afraid that they won't be able to defeat a young and thin nobleman?

They didn't ask for anything else, and they didn't think about beating her to death. After all, if she was killed, they would also be buried with her.

Everyone just wanted to win Jiang Pengji, and as long as they won, the other party made a promise under the watchful eyes of everyone, and dared not keep it for the sake of face.

It's just that the ideal is full, but the reality is too skinny. (To be continued.)