Ye Zhenxin left, and the farce on the seventeenth floor seemed to have ended perfectly under Lingxi's "careful" arrangements.
Xie Mao Mao leaned against the wall, his eyes focused on the short old man who entered the elevator, and sighed: "The remnants of the Netherworld Sect, no wonder they can come up with the evil Seed Luck Technique to help the Ye family."
"Ye Gang is worthy of being Ye Gang. He uses the bodies of three generations of his ancestors as support for his fate."
"He is the main one, and Ye Zhenxin and Ye Qianshan are the assistants."
"The main body bears the most karma. On the day when the end is approaching, the law of heaven will bite back and the soul will be scattered. There will not even be a chance for reincarnation."
"Look only at the present, regardless of reincarnation. Putting aside the evil things he has done, as the head of the Ye family, his courage is indeed extraordinary."
"No wonder the Ye family can become the head of the top ten families in Kyoto."
Lingxi sarcastically said: "If you have done all the bad things, you are no longer qualified to be a human being."
Xie Mao Mao lowered his head and muttered: "There is something wrong with Ye Qianshan, too. I feel a very special aura on him."
"Well, how to describe it."
"It's spooky, ethereal and hard to find, just like a ghost."
Lingxi bit her lip and did not answer.
Pei Chuan asked: "Uncle Cat, is that Netherworld Sect remnant powerful? How many levels of force are there?"
Xie Mao Mao smiled and replied: "The realm of martial arts is average, just ten levels. But what makes him great is not fighting with people, but the magic skills he masters."
"If he is an upright and upright person from a famous family, how can he be eradicated by the six branches of China?"
"In the final analysis, those witchcraft are harmful to people and are real heresy."
Pei Chuan nodded as if he understood, looked at Lingxi and said, "Senior sister, what is written on the note? Who captured Suning's father?"
Lingxi handed me the note left by Ye Zhenxin and said, "I'm afraid I have to ask your mother for help with this matter."
I couldn't wait to open it and saw the three characters "Jiang Yuezhong" written on the white paper.
"What the hell, did Jiang Shengun do this?" Pei Chuan exclaimed, "What does this old guy want to do?"
"What do you think?" Lingxi said with a long look: "Don't forget whose dog the traitor Chiang raised."
Pei Chuan said blankly: "That's not right. If it was Chen Xuanjun who captured the person, there is no reason for him to remain still."
"With his hatred for Kunlun and his murderous intention to hate you, senior sister, he will definitely use Suning's father to deal with us as soon as possible."
"It's been almost a month, and there has been no sound or movement. This is not like his usual tough style."
Lingxi turned sideways and thought: "It's very abnormal. Maybe Chen Xuanjun has other plans."
I said anxiously: "Then what should I do to save my dad?"
Lingxi comforted him: "Don't be impatient. This matter itself is full of doubts. Whether it was Chen Xuanjun's instruction or Jiang Yuezhong acted without authorization behind his back, we still have no idea."
"But the opportunity is just right. Today's incident happened in Yanran Entertainment City, which gave us room to use the topic to our advantage."
"In this way, let's go with the original plan. I'll make your aunt angry and force your mother to show up."
"Until someone from the Chen family comes, let's expose your father's matter on the spot and see what the Chen family's attitude is."
Xie Maomao's eyelids drooped and he yawned and said, "You guys continue to act, I'll go back and catch up on my sleep first."
Lingxi stopped him and said, "Uncle Cat, please stay a little longer. If Jiang Yuezhong comes over, I'm counting on you to hold him back."
"Well, Suning, quickly find a comfortable box for Uncle Cat so that he can have a good sleep."
"Remember to ask some beautiful women to accompany you and rub your feet and so on. Uncle Cat likes it best."
Xie Mao Mao opened his eyes suddenly and coughed to cover up his embarrassment: "I'm not that kind of person."