Tang Yingqi strode her long legs and followed Lu Ze vigilantly, her almond-shaped eyes scanning the surroundings, ready to take action at any time.
But as Lu Ze walked forward calmly, the crowd nearby dispersed naturally, and no one in the huge Baiyin family dared to stop him!
Standing next to Lu Ze, you can most directly feel the omnipresent awe.
Dozens of Silver Guards looked at Lu Ze as if he were facing a formidable enemy, nervously staring at every step Lu Ze took.
Every meter Lu Ze walked forward, their encirclement expanded by one meter, until finally, they silently made way for a passage.
Lu Ze walked through the ruins, leaving behind a leisurely silhouette that gradually faded away.
Even after seeing Lu Ze get into the low-key and luxurious Bentley Versailles, people were still silent for a long time.
Another minute passed, when even the tail lights of the vehicle were no longer visible, and whispers finally came from the scene.
Wang Yishui sat on the sofa and looked at the ruins around him.
An hour ago, he looked at this manor as if he were looking at the foundation of his kingdom.
Now he seems like a down-and-out prince wandering in a lost wasteland.
The elder Di Xuan, who had all his bones broken and no idea whether he was alive or dead, the alcoholic maniac who was punched into the ground, Wang Yaner, who knelt to death in the ruins...
These are all characters who have truly reached the end of martial arts!
Now they all fell into disrepair.
Elder Tianji, who had gray hair and a majestic figure, still stood in front of him, silent, like a sculpture.
Wang Yishui raised his head and looked at Elder Tianji.
"Why...don't you take action?"
There is no emotion in this sentence, only a slight pause.
Elder Tianji looked at Wang Yishui. After seeing the other person's indifferent eyes, he lowered his eyelids and spoke softly: "If I take action, the young master will die."
[The young master will die]!
These four words made Wang Yishui's calm expression suddenly turn ferocious.
"die!"
"My dignified Baiyin family has been stepped on, and where are the people from the big house and the elders?"
"Everyone is watching my Wang Yishui's jokes, aren't they?"
"Even you!"
"If you take action, he really dares to kill me in front of everyone!"
The more he talked, the more excited he became. By the end, Wang Yishui's eyeballs were bloodshot and he looked paranoid and crazy.
This sentence contains unforgettable hatred.
Elder Tianji sighed deeply in his heart, knowing that the young master in front of him could not hear more.
The warrior's intuition at that moment made him feel the intention to die.
If you take action, the other party will instantly kill you and the young master.
He has never doubted the destructive power of a Ten War King, and even thinking about it now makes him break into a cold sweat.
Perhaps because he had just said a series of words, the depression he was holding in his heart was briefly released, and Wang Yishui's expression finally returned to normal.
"Elder Tianji, I lost my temper just now, please don't blame me."
At this moment, the calm and elegant young master of the second house seemed to be back again.
The fat man next to him, Song Chuyang, squinted his eyes, with a trace of fear flashing in his eyes. He didn't like the people around him to develop towards him.
Ye Zhengming, who is the North Bear Mercenary Kingdom behind him, has a family background abroad after all, so he doesn't need to fear the Baiyin family like others. He said, "This is not the place to talk. If you have any issues, let's talk somewhere else."
boom!
The wine bottle in his hand was crushed by Wang Yishui, and the glass was crushed into pieces and fell from his palm, with dripping blood.
Wang Yishui raised his pale face and smiled, "I didn't think carefully. Let's go back to Baiyin Manor."
Without bandaging his palms, Wang Yishui stood up and walked back, blood dripping into a thin line on the high platform.
The small rotorcraft roared to life.
Song Chuyang put a smile on his face and stretched out his fat hand to wave, "Yishui, walk slower and be careful with the wounds on your hands. I'll bandage them for you."
"Yishui, I just received a message from home. There is urgent business to deal with, so I won't go."
Ye Zhengming hesitated for a moment and said to the back in the helicopter.
Wang Yishui, who was just about to sit down, stiffened slightly, but it only lasted for a moment, and you couldn't tell it unless you looked carefully.
He sat down, tilted his head and nodded slightly, saying, "Things at home are important."
Although he looks calm, if you add his bloodshot eyeballs and palms dripping with blood, this image can make people feel chilly.
Ye Zhengming looked at Wang Yishui, nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take care of it and find you."
Wang Yishui waved his hand, the cabin door closed, and the small rotorcraft took off.
When the plane rose to an altitude of 100 meters, Fatty Song, who squinted his eyes like a Maitreya Buddha, sorted out his words and comforted him: "Young Master Ye may indeed have something going on."
Wang Yishui sat aside with his eyelids lowered and did not answer.
Fatty Song looked back with some sarcasm.
There was an eerie calm in the cabin.
But no one saw that Fatty Song's little eyes were full of pride.
Even though so many martial arts masters died in battle today, the Baiyin family is still the Baiyin family.
Ye Zhengming's situation is too small...
He was just pushing Wang Yishui closer to the Song family.
Using the smallest cost to achieve the greatest results is the genius of conspirators.
…
However, Song Chuyang also did not see the murderous intent flashing through Wang Yishui's eyes.
He would not have thought that, stimulated by a series of coincidences, Wang Yishui would actually have murderous intentions.
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"gone?"
"This manor... is gone..."
Seeing the owner of this manor leaving, the crowd finally burst into an uproar.
There were numerous discussions, and heated discussions occurred from time to time.
These chaotic sounds did not last long, everyone finished speaking quickly and left in a hurry.
There was a clear red and swollen slap mark on Wang Yitong's fair face. She looked at her brother's back leaving alone on the plane, like an abandoned little girl, and shed big tears.
"Yitong...are you okay?" Several girls nearby came forward to offer comfort.
"Don't come near me, you all go away!" Wang Yitong, who looked like a doll in a cute dress, was now waving her arms vigorously to drive away her girlfriends.
The best friends looked at each other and said hesitantly: "Okay... If you need it, just tell us in the group... We are all here, so let's go back first."
After saying this, the girl who spoke quietly tugged on the sleeves of the people around her, and then several of them showed kind expressions on their faces. They expressed relief one after another and walked out quickly.
As Wang Yitong cried, she felt that everyone around her was gone. She looked up and saw that the surrounding area was empty. There really were no good friends left.
She suddenly became even more sad, sobbing, and then raised her head and scolded these heartless friends as a daughter of a wealthy family.
While I was crying, two folded tissues were handed to me.
Wang Yitong stopped crying, raised his head, and saw a graceful figure with his little painted face.
This girl who has been called a slut by me countless times is actually pitying herself?
