Before they could react, several guards came forward and "sent" them out of the house without any explanation.
The hearts of all the clan leaders fell into the ice valley at this moment: Chaqi? Do martial arts masters still have Chaqi? It seems that it is really over now, the city lord is really injured.
Everyone's heart was extremely heavy, and they didn't even know how to get out of the city lord's mansion.
"Fellow clan leaders, how is the city lord?" Others who were waiting for news at the door came forward and asked eagerly.
"Alas!" No one spoke. Several clan leaders sighed and walked back with sad faces.
Looking at their expressions, one can guess what is going on: The city lord is really injured. Is Jingan City really going to change its owner this time?
The depressing and gloomy mood quietly spread throughout the city. Before long, the entire city was shrouded like a dark cloud, making it so heavy that people could not breathe.
But inside the city lord's palace, it was a different scene.
"How about it? Do I pretend to look like it?" Liang Yunru asked proudly.
"Not bad, all those old guys believed it." Liang Jinhuai chuckled, "Well, you are worthy of being the mother of an outstanding person like me." This guy didn't forget to be narcissistic at this time.
"The acting is too exaggerated, please be more calm next time." Ling Chuxi said aloud.
"Ah, is that too exaggerated?" Liang Yunru was a little confused.
"Yes, your blood sprayed too far and too much. In that scene, you should just have a little blood on the corner of your mouth." Ling Chuxi taught seriously.
"Oh, yes, it's a bit." Liang Yunru remembered it seriously.
Liang Jinhuai thought for a while, and it seemed that what Ling Chuxi said made sense, so she nodded.
Liang Yunru's confidant guards standing at the edge of the hall looked up at the ceiling, feeling complicated in their hearts. Is it really good for their Lord, the Lord of the City, to study these things seriously?
The discussion here was lively, and it was also very lively in the inn where Zhuo Weiran stayed.
"Hahahaha, you are clearly injured, but you still dare to take action by force. Let's see how long you can keep pretending, hahahaha!" Zhuo Weiran laughed wildly, feeling that the matter had been settled.
Jingan City is covered with clouds.
Although the heads of the various families did not dare to speak openly about the city lord's injury, their silence and sadness indirectly proved the previous rumors.
Three days passed by in a hurry, and today was the day when Liang Yunru and Zhuo Weiran made an appointment to fight.
The dark clouds covering the sky dispersed a lot, and the carriage drove out of the city lord's palace and headed towards the competition ground in the center of Jingan City.
Ling Chuxi and Liang Jinhuai walked next to the carriage. Logically speaking, Liang Jinhuai should have taken the carriage, but he was really exhausted these days and couldn't wait to get out for some air.
Imagining that his mother would show off her power and slap Zhuo Weiran away, leaving the old man stunned and frightened. Liang Jinhuai was excited and looking forward to it, shaking his head and looking around, with a high-spirited expression on his face.
"Low-key, low-key, don't forget that your mother is injured. Your tail is almost raised to the sky. Does this look like a filial son who is worried about his mother's injury?" Ling Chuxi reminded. This guy is really too heavy.
I can't hold back my anger.
"Oh, yes, mother, you have to be careful for a while, you are injured now..." After saying that, Liang Jinhuai muttered sadly with a dark look on his face.