This universal set of principles, combined with Yang Haoran's masterful demeanor, immediately impressed several people.
Everyone was amazed and blushed.
"I understand, master, you must mean that as long as you persist, you can succeed, and you can turn decay into magic."
"This is the difference between ordinary people and masters. It is a very obvious truth. Masters can understand and implement it themselves, but we are dismissive of it."
"Thank you, Master, for your teachings. Thanks to your words, I have found the direction in which I am heading. You are the beacon that guides me on my way forward."
Lin Xue was also infected by the atmosphere of the crowd, savoring Yang Haoran's words carefully.
Although there is a feeling of deja vu, it seems that there is nothing wrong with using it to guide archery!
"Lin Xue, you continue to practice, I have something to leave first."
"oh."
Lin Xue agreed, while Yang Haoran quickly passed by several people around him, rubbed oil on his soles and ran away.
Except for the archery hall, Yang Haoran let out a sigh of relief and showed a proud face.
Fortunately, he was clever, otherwise wouldn't he lose face in front of that little girl?
After leaving the club, Yang Haoran took a taxi directly back to his rental house.
As soon as I opened the door and passed by the living room, I saw Liu Xiaocui sitting on the sofa in despair, her hair disheveled.
He didn't even notice Yang Haoran's arrival.
After all, they were roommates. In the spirit of humanitarian care, Yang Haoran said hello.
"Liu Xiaocui."
Liu Xiaocui raised his head suddenly, and Yang Haoran was startled.
Good guy, Liu Xiaocui’s face is as pale as a piece of white paper, and he can look like a ghost when he sees it at night. National Novel Library
"Are you okay?"
Liu Xiaocui's eyes were blank and she pointed to her room.
"Wang Xiaoya is dead!"
Dead? Yang Haoran suddenly thought, Wang Xiaoya was Liu Xiaocui’s roommate. She had always seemed fine. How could she suddenly die?
"Died here?"
As a disciple of the Taoist sect, Yang Haoran is not taboo about killing dead people, but he feels a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Who knew that as soon as he finished asking, Liu Xiaocui immediately threw herself on him and burst into tears.
Yang Haoran innocently became the scaffold, but Liu Xiaocui was quite predictable, no, why are you moving?
After crying for a while, Liu Xiaocui finally stopped crying, her mood stabilized a little, and then she slowly withdrew from Yang Haoran's arms.
"Wang Xiaoya looks so miserable. On the surface it is said to be a car accident, but I am sure she was killed by someone!"
Yang Haoran frowned: "What's going on?"
Liu Xiaocui then explained that it turned out that Liu Xiaocui received a call from the patrol room this afternoon and asked her to go to the patrol room for questioning.
Liu Xiaocui originally thought it was Wu Zonghao's revenge, but she didn't dare not go. But when she arrived at the patrol room, she found out that Wang Xiaoya was dead.
The corpse was placed in the patrol room, covered in blood, which was horrific to look at.
After the patrol room asked some questions about Wang Xiaoya, Liu Xiaocui returned to the rental house and became what Yang Haoran saw.
"How do you know she was killed?"
"It's absolutely unmistakable. Wang Xiaoya told me something before her accident, and it must be related to her murder. I dare to swear that Wang Xiaoya was definitely killed and silenced!"
Hearing this and looking at Liu Xiaocui's vow, Yang Haoran, who had always been carefree, suddenly turned cold.
It's okay if he doesn't know about this kind of thing, but if he doesn't care about it, he will be punished!
