The goal was not achieved, and Yan Rong walked back to his room with a bored look on his face. Although he had roughly guessed the result when it came, he still felt a little unhappy.
Something is wrong, very wrong.
He breathed hard and could smell the smell in the air, full of conspiracy.
To be honest, what he fears most is Yan Xi's reaction of remaining silent.
If something is so confidential that even he cannot know about it, then the series of preparations planned by Yan Xi are not just about plotting against him.[
Yan Rong looked up at the moon with tears in his eyes, and said to himself as if he was a bit mean, "Lao Qi, if you just wanted to fix your brother, I would be great. I would not react or act weird, and just calmly take care of myself.
You are just like you when we were little."
Of course, the moon would not answer his sigh. A trace of dark clouds silently obscured most of the brightness of the moonlight, making people's already confused and uneasy heart even more uncomfortable.
Yan Rong turned around and his eyes fell on the most remote corner of the Flower Valley. There was a very simple wooden house there. It was originally a utility room for daily maintenance tools, but somehow it was noticed by the 'world's best calculator'
Zhong Fei said that it was a treasured place that was conducive to his practice, so he tried hard to get it from Yan Xi. He couldn't even wait for the time to renovate it, so he moved in that night and promoted the retreat to the outside world.
What the hell is this magic stick up to? It's harder for Yan Rong to believe that he is a real Buddhist monk than to believe that a sow goes to Beicheng to eat Xiao Long Bao while standing on her head every day.
Yan Rong's face returned to his usual mischievous smile, and he was rubbing his hands together, his joints cracking loudly.
Isn't Wu Hushuo also known as the best in the world, so tonight he might as well act as a patron who comes to ask for immortality!
If the answer is accurate, Yan Rong will be rewarded greatly, including gold, silver, jewels, and panacea. He will not be stingy.
However, if he is not accurate, or if he uses nonsense and clichés to fool him, don't blame him for being ruthless and tearing down his sign and his bones at the same time.
This kid, when he was in danger last time, yelled and betrayed him, and the code word incident has not yet been settled with him.
Yan Rong considers himself a person who has a clear distinction between grudges and grudges. If he has a favor, he must avenge it. If he has a grudge, he must not forget it.