"You ungrateful fellow, do you know that your family is blessed to have your wife favored by our master?"
"You dog officer! Stop right there!"
"Come quickly, beat him up and throw him out!"
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“Crack!”
Lu Jiayi bit off a piece of popcorn between her teeth and stared at the TV intently, her attention completely absorbed by the plot.
"I, Wang Zhuo, will not be a human being if I don't take revenge for this!"
The unfortunate military officer swore to the heavens, dragged his seriously injured body, crawled into a blacksmith's shop at night, and asked the blacksmith to help him make a pair of copper hammers. He hid in a dark corner to lick his wounds, but there was a lion in his eyes.
…………
"You bastard! Today is the day you die!"
"So it's you, a lowly slave - help!"
"God is watching what you do! You bastard, you have done so many things that have angered both God and man. You should have expected this day a long time ago! Go to hell!"
The military officer smashed the bad guy with a hammer, and blood flowed all over his face.
The picture freezes and the episode ends.
Lu Jiayi let out a long sigh, jumped off the sofa, and prepared to get a cup of hot tea. There was a man sitting next to the tea table, with long snow-white hair, delicate features, and a handsome face, like a monk in meditation, meditating with his eyes closed.
His figure is almost transparent, which makes his facial features look more delicate and dreamy. His clothing is out of tune with modern society. He looks like a scholar who has strayed into a dangerous place, fragile and pitiable.
Lu Jiayi waved her hands in front of him boredly, but found that he had no reaction, so she went to pour hot water in disappointment.
Suddenly, the man's eyelids twitched slightly, and he , "Do you know the name of the villain in the story?"
"His name seems to be Ahema, a high-ranking official, with a rich pocket but a wicked heart!" Lu Jiayi answered without thinking, then froze for a moment, looking up at the man with his eyes closed, "Lu Yu, you are too distracted! You actually watched my TV while recuperating!"
Lu Yu chuckled and opened his eyes, his eyes were as eye-catching as flowing colors. He glanced at the TV in the living room and said lightly: "Your next task is to go to the era of Ahama and find a kind of Qihong tea full of love."
"Yuan Dynasty?" Lu Jiayi put down the kettle in her hand and was stunned.
My goodness, if she wanted to save her life in that era, she would have to use all her skills.