Hearing the sound, Zhao Yun looked up and saw four strangers walking in from outside the door.
The leader is a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He has a fair face and no beard. He is dressed in a green shirt and has a hosta in his hair. He is dressed like an ancient person.
Behind the middle-aged man, there were three burly young men, all around thirty years old.
"Who are you?" Zhao Yun then asked, "How did you get in?"
"The door is open, so naturally people walked in from the outside."
impossible!
There are guards at the door of the villa. If these people came in from outside, they would definitely be stopped by the guards.
Is he lying?
Zhao Yun looked at the middle-aged man carefully again and found that the middle-aged man always had a smile on his face and did not seem to be lying.
Then, there is only one possibility.
The guard stopped me but didn't stop me.
Zhao Yun quickly pulled Xiaohu behind him, looked at the middle-aged man cautiously, and asked: "Who are you?"
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "I am Cao Yuan."
Cao Yuan?
The name seemed familiar. Zhao Yun was about to speak when there was a sudden noise behind him. When he looked back, he saw the Dragon King kneeling on the ground and said loudly: "Greetings to the Nine Thousand Years Old! I didn't know that the Nine Thousand Years Old Lord was here, and I missed the greeting from afar.
I hope Haihan will live nine thousand years!"
Nine thousand years old? Is this man nine thousand years old?
Zhao Yun looked at the middle-aged man in shock, his face turning pale.
"Zhao Yun, why don't you kneel down quickly?" the Dragon King shouted.
thump--
Zhao Yun quickly knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Welcome to the ninth thousand years."
"Dragon King, you don't need to salute like this. Speaking of which, I'm younger than you, so I should be the one to salute you." Cao Yuan walked over quickly, helped the Dragon King up, and said with a smile: "I'm taking the liberty of visiting, so I won't disturb you."
Bar?"
"It's really my blessing that you can come to my humble home when you are nine thousand years old." The Dragon King said in fear.
Cao Yuan smiled and said to Zhao Yun: "Get up too!"
"Yes." Zhao Yun stood up.
Immediately afterwards, Cao Yuan's eyes fell on Xiaohu, beckoned and said, "Come here, little kid, let me hug you."
After all, Xiaohu was a child and couldn't understand what was going on between adults, so he came over.
Cao Yuan picked up Xiao Hu and said with a smile: "This child is good-looking and has delicate features. I don't know if I will have the chance to hold him in the future."
Hearing this, the Dragon King's face changed greatly, and he knelt down on the ground and said: "Nine thousand years old, Xiaohu is still a child. Please let him go. I am willing to take the brothers from Jiangzhou and submit to Longmen."
"Dragon King, what do you mean by this? How can I, the master of the Dragon Gate, embarrass a child?" Cao Yuan asked Xiaohu with a smile: "Kid, where are you going to play with Uncle Zhao Yun?"
"Preparing to go abroad..."
"Xiaohu!" Zhao Yun interrupted hastily, glared at Xiaohu, and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of nine thousand years old."
Cao Yuan smiled and asked Xiaohu: "Which country are you going to visit? Let me guess, is it the United States? Switzerland? Or Dadong? None of them are correct. It should be Australia."
"How did you know we were going to Australia?" Xiaohu's immature face was full of doubts.
Cao Yuan glanced at the Dragon King and said to Xiaohu with a smile: "It's not that I don't know some things, it's just that I'm too lazy to check. But once I check, nothing can be hidden from me."
Hearing these words, the Dragon King's heart was filled with uproar.
The manor in Australia was purchased by someone through secret channels more than ten years ago. It was very hidden. The Dragon King only told Zhao Yun about it yesterday. He had never told anyone about it before.
Unexpectedly, he was actually found out by Jiu Qiansui.
In an instant, cold sweat soaked his vest.
"Nine thousand years old, to be honest, I want to send my grandson abroad." The Dragon King confessed frankly.
"Why? Did you do something to feel sorry for me?" Cao Yuan's smile did not diminish, but his voice was full of coldness.
"No." The Dragon King raised his head, looked directly into Cao Yuan's eyes, and said, "Nine thousand years old, I can swear to God in front of you that I have never done anything sorry for you."
Cao Yuan also stared into the Dragon King's eyes. After half a minute, he asked: "Then why do you want to send your grandson away?"
The Dragon King said with a bitter face: "I have offended someone, and I am afraid of their revenge."
"You mean Emperor Xiao Qing?"
"Yes." The Dragon King said, "Master Xiao was seriously injured. He will definitely not let me go."
"If something happens to me on your territory, do you think I will let you go?"
The smile on Cao Yuan's face suddenly disappeared, and suddenly the air in the entire courtyard seemed to be stagnant.
"Nine thousand years old, I don't know anything about this, but you were assassinated in Jiangzhou after all. I have an unshirkable responsibility. I will kill or behead you as you please." said the Dragon King.
"Very good." Cao Yuan said, "Emperor Xiao Qing sent a message on my behalf, but you collaborated with others to kill his slaves and wound him. This is a crime."
"In order to protect me last night, several of my subordinates lost their lives, and my adopted son almost died. As the boss of Jiangzhou's underground forces, you have managed Jiangzhou in such chaos, and you cannot escape the blame. The second crime is
also."
"To sum up the above two points, I want your head, will you accept it?"
"Serve." The Dragon King begged: "I only hope that Jiu Qian is able to spare my grandson and Zhao Yun..."
"Don't worry, it's our rule not to bring harm to your family. I understand."
A grateful smile appeared on the Dragon King's face, and he said: "Thank you for your great kindness, nine thousand years old. I wish you great blessings and an early domination of the world."
"Dragon King, go on your way." After Cao Yuan finished speaking, a young man behind him stood up with a dagger in his hand.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yun was shocked and hurriedly knelt on the ground and said: "Nine thousand years old, can you spare the life of the Dragon King? I am willing to exchange my life for the Dragon King's life."
"How presumptuous! You have no right to speak in front of the Nine Thousand Years Old. Get out." The Dragon King shouted sternly.
"Nine thousand years old, I beg you."
Bang bang bang!
Zhao Yun kept kowtowing to Cao Yuan, and soon blood dripped from his forehead.
There was admiration in Cao Yuan's eyes, and he looked at Zhao Yun and said: "For those in our profession, fame and fortune should be put on both sides, and morality should be in the middle. You are willing to die for the Lord. To be honest, I appreciate it, but I will not agree.
Your request."
"Why?" Zhao Yun looked at Cao Yuan puzzled.
Cao Yuan said: "Although I have killed countless people, I never kill innocent people. You are innocent, so you cannot kill. Otherwise, how will the people in the world look at me?"
"Also, if I agree to your request today, and someone else makes a mistake tomorrow and uses the same method to exchange one life for another, should I agree or not?"
"If you agree, then the rules of Longmen will become a decoration, because no matter what mistakes you make, you only need to find someone to help you save your life. But if you don't agree, then the brothers will say that I am unfair because there is a precedent like you.
"
"Therefore, I cannot agree to your request. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Zhao Yun nodded sadly.
"Kill!" Cao Yuan covered Xiaohu's eyes with his hands, and the young man stabbed the Dragon King in the throat with a dagger...
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I'm too busy at work these days, so I'll update it soon.
