Ye Gang, who was wearing a gray coat, sat cross-legged on the futon, holding a bamboo strip to tease the wick carefully.
Opposite him, Ye Zhenxin was smoking a cigarette, his face full of anger.
In the corner, a short old man named Master Leng holds a book with yellow leather in his hand and reads it with gusto.
"I am the youngest Heavenly Spirit Master in China and the young master of Kunlun. It is normal for me to discover the secrets in Qianshan's body. There is nothing to make a fuss about." Ye Gang pushed up his reading glasses, put down the bamboo strips in his hands and said easily:
"I said, wait quietly for a while, everything will be done in time."
Ye Zhenxin exhaled sadly: "If he were an ordinary person, he could be detained by force and not allowed to go out without authorization. This would certainly not cause more trouble."
"But that beast is beyond our control and runs around everywhere."
"Lingxi's belief in avenging his mother has been buried deep in his heart for many years, and he wishes he could bury the entire Ye family with him."
"I'm not afraid of ten thousand, I'm just afraid of two white-eyed wolves secretly joining forces."
Ye Gang smiled lightly and said: "Why wait until now to join forces? Lingxi is arrogant and does not look down on the Ye family at all."
"He hates us, as well as his eldest brother who bears the surname Ye and stays in the Ye family."
"Ye Qianshan's hot face but cold buttocks, has he ever regained the slightest bit of brother-sister friendship?"
"Six luck lamps, say more but not more, say less than not."
"It is indeed enough to shake the foundation of the Ye family at this moment, but do you think it is possible to destroy the Ye family or to make the Ye family fall apart?"
"There is little point in making a small fuss. Lingxi has seen this clearly, so he has endured it until now."
Ye Zhenxin straightened her legs, tapped her kneecaps lightly and said, "We must act as soon as possible to remove the six luck lamps from Qianshan's body to avoid unnecessary complications."
Ye Gang turned around and asked the short old man: "Master Leng, what do you think?"
The latter flipped through the books intently and said: "The earlier the better, I have almost everything I need."
Ye Gang said with satisfaction: "Is it feasible in seven days?"
The short old man replied: "Yes."
Ye Zhenxin opened her mouth to interrupt, but her phone suddenly rang.
He put out the cigarette butt, quickly pressed the answer button and said, "Xian'er, do you miss me?"
"You made chicken soup for me. Did you make it yourself?"
"Okay, okay, I'll be there soon to drink with you."
Ye Zhenxin smiled from ear to ear, his eyebrows dancing with joy.
After hanging up the phone, facing Ye Gang's narrow-minded playfulness, he explained: "This woman is good at everything, but she is too clingy."
"We meet three times a day, morning, noon, evening, and even walk with her in the middle of the night."
"She acts coquettishly and asks me to prepare surprises for her. Well, most of them are worthless gadgets, but she never tires of them."
"Hey, I'm so exhausted."
Ye Gang waved his hand impatiently and said: "Gungungun, don't sneer in front of me."
Ye Zhenxin stood up in embarrassment, bowed and said: "Dad, you and Master Leng first talk."
With that said, he slowly backed away, opened the door and disappeared into the courtyard.
Ye Gang calmly lit a cigarette, took off his reading glasses, wiped them carefully and said: "If you can't control the woman around Ye Qianshan, I will ask Master Ci'en to take action when the time comes."
"Abolish her cultivation and leave it to you to enjoy slowly."
"As for Ye Qianshan, we can no longer keep this evil obstacle. Let's send him to the underworld for reincarnation."
The short old man yawned, and his body turned into smoke and floated in the air.
"Clang."
The wooden door was half open, and a cool breeze swept through it.
Ye Gang frowned and said, "It's cold."
"boom."
A hand stretched out from the mist and pulled the wooden door shut in a strange gesture.
