"Little Tiger..."

Wu Fu closed his eyes in pain.

"It's useless!"

Wang Lin didn't even look at Hu Qing, who was being pushed closer, and waved his hands disdainfully, as if to ward off flies.

As for the noisy arrow, he didn't care at all, wishing that Wu Ming would come early and humiliate him.

"No, according to the law of the Song Dynasty, all artistic conception warriors are the pillars of the country. They cannot be dismissed lightly. They should be temporarily imprisoned and punished together when that kid comes! If you do this, don't make trouble and leave something for the Legalists to talk about!"

Jiang Xiu stopped him coldly.

It's okay to lay a trap and deal with a few old, weak, sick and disabled people. There is always room for change later, and everything is arranged properly, so they can take advantage of it.

But in the capital, not everyone can afford to destroy an artistic conception warrior at will.

He was sure that once he did this, the Legalists would come to his door within an hour.

"Huh, whatever, I'm just wondering. What are you afraid of? So what if you're useless? Why don't you just go to the border town to guard the border for a few years? I'm still afraid that he won't take action. I just have an excuse to deal with him."

Wang Lin's eyes flickered, and he was obviously afraid, but he didn't lose his dignity.

"Uncle Tiger, Uncle Tiger!"

The four girls crawled towards Hu Qing, who was thrown into a corner, but were driven back to the original place by whips and were still forced to take off their clothes.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Uncle Tiger is useless and can't save you. I'm sorry to tell you this, young prince!"

Hu Qing had tears in his eyes, coughed up blood from the corner of his mouth, and banged his head with guilt on his face.

Everyone watched indifferently, as if they were watching an inexplicable show.

Bone!

Time passed little by little. About half a quarter of an hour later, the ground shook slightly, as if a large group of people were passing by.

"Hey, is it possible that this guy brought in some reinforcements?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Jiang Xiu's eyes, with a hint of regret.

"Hmph, brother Jiang, don't worry, those guys have made arrangements. Where will the little bastard bring in the reinforcements?"

Wang Lin didn't seem to care, but his body suddenly tensed up a bit.

"Master, that boy is here, bringing twelve carriages and a group of half-grown men. The leader is a lame man, who should be Chai Qing, the left-handed swordsman, one of the three masters of artistic conception in Prince Wu's house!"

A guard rushed into the courtyard and reported loudly.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, not knowing why.

"Twelve carriages? What do you want, little bastard? Where is that one-eyed old ghost?"

Wang Lin was deeply impressed by Hu Cang and hated him deeply.

"Young Master, don't worry. With me and Brother Pengquan here, even if the Fire Fox is at its peak, it can be easily taken down, not to mention that now that he has weak hands and eyes, he can't go any further in this life, so don't worry!"
Chapter completed!