Huang Cang looked nervous and did not dare to speak rashly.

He knew that people like Chen Changsheng said that there was only one chance. If the compensation he proposed could not satisfy him, he would definitely not give him another chance. Otherwise, wouldn't he be slapped in the face?

"I am in Xicheng and have a house filled with the property I have collected in Nanchu over the past few years, as well as some rare treasures. All of them should be worth 700,000 to 800,000 cave mysterious pearls." Huang Cang went out.

He knew very well that money would not be brought in life or death, as long as he kept the green mountains and did not worry about burning firewood. After all, his deserted things were not so easy to swallow.

Chen Changsheng turned his head and looked at Mr. Yan.

Mr. Yan had been in charge of Nanyang City, so he knew it naturally. He nodded and said, "That's the case."

"Get out!" Chen Changsheng waved his hand.

Huang Cang, who was sober of amnesty, quickly took his group of disciples and fled out in a hurry.

As soon as the deserted palace left, Mr. Yan seemed to have been several years old. He sat on the chair and said bitterly: "Xiao Mo, you offended Huang Cang this time. With his vengeful personality, he would probably not give up. As far as I know, although he is just a deacon in Huang Hall, he is a member of the Huang family after all. Otherwise, you should take Wuyang with you and leave Nanyang City now!"

"Grandpa..." Hearing that Mr. Yan asked Chen Changsheng to take him away, a blush appeared on Yan Wuyang's face.

"Father, if they escape, then the people from the deserted palace look for shang     mén, wouldn't they be angry with our Yan family?" A middle-aged man who looked thirty or forty years old, looked two or three-point similar to Yan Wuyang, frowned.

"If the people in the deserted palace are unreasonable, our Yan family will not be able to withstand it."

"So what if you become powerful? I really think I am invincible in the world? I don't even take the desolate palace seriously? At that time, wait for the desolate palace people to kill shang     mén to see how he resists it."

A group of people from the Yan family started talking.

"Shut up, get out of me." Old Master Yan was furious. The hall, which was originally a little noisy, suddenly became quiet. Although they were unwilling to accept it, they did not dare to disobey Old Master Yan and retreated one after another.

As soon as the Yan family left, the anger on the old man's face disappeared completely, and he smiled bitterly: "Xiao Mo, I'll let you laugh at it."

"Grandpa Yan, it's okay." Chen Changsheng shook his head and comforted him. He really didn't take the group of second-generation ancestors who were scattered and waiting to die in the "Yan Family".

If it weren't for Yan Wuyang and the old man, he wouldn't have even looked at those people. Tong Guan, who was beside him, 'spoiled' and cursed: "The young master was not powerful before, but they looked down on him. Now they are powerful, and they are all so jealous that their eyes are red."

"Tong Guan, shut up." Chen Changsheng said angrily.

Mr. Yan, who was standing beside him, had a feeling of embarrassment and did not scold Tong Guan.

"That's it!" Tong Guan, who looked dissatisfied, muttered in a low voice.

Mr. Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Xiao Mo, what I just said..."

"Grandpa, don't worry about him." Yan Wuyang gave Chen Changsheng annoyed and said, "It's just a deacon. Our Grand Master Chen really doesn't care about it. You don't know that even the young master of the Deacon Chen is now the younger brother of the Grand Master Chen. At that time, as long as the Grand Master Chen says, how many people will be brought to you, you will have to get out in shame, right, Grand Master Chen?"

Chen Changsheng touched his nose with an awkward look on his face.

Mr. Yan was stunned and dumbfounded for a long time, saying, "Xiaomo, is this true? Do you even know the young master of the deserted palace?"

"That's right!" Chen Changsheng nodded with a smile.

Hearing Chen Changsheng admit it, Mr. Yan said viciously: "If I had known it, I wouldn't have let Huang Cang go. Over the years, he has caused our Nanyang City to be harmed at all."

"Grandpa, Xiao Mo let Huang Cang go, probably because he has no intention of being kind!" Yan Wuyang glanced at Chen Changsheng and secretly guessed Chen Changsheng's intention.

Chen Changsheng smiled but said nothing.

The Chen family had just been besieged, and the Yan family, which had always been very close to each other, encountered something like Huang Cang.

He also wanted to see how many clowns were there, facing Yan and Chen families behind him.

If you cut the grass without removing the roots, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows.

If Huang Cang was not allowed to lure all the people who secretly covet Yan and Chen families. If he wanted to pull them out one by one, he would have to lose a lot of trouble. It would be better to put on a long line and slowly catch big fish, waiting for the stupid fish to take the bait by himself.

"Xiao Mo, you are promising now. Old Man Chen may wake up from a smile in his dream!" Old Man Yan looked at Yan Wuyang with a sad face and said, "Poor, our Xiaoyang, the sea of ​​soul..."

Yan Wuyang felt lonely and forced a smile and said, "Grandpa, Xiao Mo said that there is a way to reshape my soul sea, so don't worry."

"Xiao Mo, can you really help Xiaoyang reshape the soul sea?" Old Master Yan said with a look of Qi Yi.

"Grandpa Yan, don't worry!" Chen Changsheng said with laughter and cry.

"That's great!" Old Master Yan, who was calm, patted Chen Changsheng on the shoulder and said, "Xiaoyang, go and make some wine and drink some food. Xiaomo and I have a good drink. This kid is now promising. Even the young master of the deserted palace has become his younger brother. You know, even the emperor of our Nanchu, who will run over to salute when he sees the young master of the deserted palace, haha."

"I understand." Yan Wuyang smiled with a pursed lips.

Who would have thought that people who have always been called waste will have a time when they are "Nanyang City"?

The old and the young sat down in the hall.

Mr. Yan kept asking about what Chen Changsheng had in the Demon City.

It seems that I was listening to the story as a note.

Chen Changsheng did not hide it, and told all the customs and customs of "Death Prison Island".

"Young Master...Young Master, no, it's not good." As soon as Yan Wuyang's meal was served, he saw a young man dressed in a "servant" in the Chen family stumbled in and said incoherently: "Xiao, something happened to jiě."

xiao     jiě?

Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned and filtered all the memories in his mind. Looking back, Chen Xiaomo did have a mèi     mèi, fifteen years old this year, and is his aunt's daughter.

When he left Nanyang City, Liang Yuer was still a little girl with jade carvings.

In Chen Xiaomo's memory, every time he was bullied outside and beaten to the point of being bruised, the little girl was holding the ointment and tiptoing to apply it to him.

"What happened to Yu'er?" Chen Changsheng asked with a calm face.

"xiao      jiě and the third young master were injured." The young man kneeled on the ground wiped his tears hard.

"What happened to my uncle? Who did it?" Chen Changsheng narrowed his eyes and flashed murderous intent.

Only then did I notice that the young man who had always been responsible for taking care of Liang Yuer had his chest covered with bruises, and even one arm was always hanging, as if he had been broken.
Chapter completed!