Red Fish didn't react for a moment, his charming face showing confusion.
Jiang Yuezhong said to himself: "Although it is a bit of hindsight, it is sincere and Ji Xuanqing can see it."
Red Fish mocked: "Can Ji Xuanqing see it, or is it done for Su Xinglan?"
Jiang Yuezhong didn't answer, but flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said, "It's all the fault of that guy named Du, who couldn't speak clearly."
"Whetstone, whetstone, I thought about it all night but I still don't understand."
"I had to wait until something happened and I called after phone to ask questions before that guy was willing to tell the truth."
"Tell me the truth earlier and give me a chance to take the first step. When I meet Su Laosan in the future, ah, he still has the nerve to hit me?"
"And that mysterious person who is related to Su Laosan, has the nerve to blackmail me?"
Hongyu lay back on the chair behind the counter expressionlessly, speechless.
Tired, tired.
...
Hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, on a modified Ford car.
A tattooed woman named Ruoshui drove a drowsy Ye Qianshan to an unknown destination.
"beep."
When the WeChat notification sounded, the prince of the Ye family opened his eyes tiredly and lowered his head to check.
The tattooed woman asked: "Which way?"
Ye Qianshan stretched his waist and said with a strange smile: "Xuanmen."
The former stepped on the accelerator and drove rapidly.
The sickly man with disabled legs said with a cold breath: "I didn't intend to expose my cultivation until Ye Gang was solved."
"The old man is so insidious and cunning that he has been alarmed. It will be difficult to deliver a fatal blow."
"However, Xixi is in danger and her life is at stake. I can't just sit back and watch."
"She is my only relative. I promised my mother that I would take good care of her."
"Even if I die, I have to die in front of her."
The tattooed woman warned: "Remember, you will never be destroyed unless a hundred ghosts are destroyed. Never resist a master of the thirteenth level of martial arts."
"No one can hurt you below the thirteenth floor."
"Even if there is only one ghost left, you can be reborn and re-consolidate the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts."
Ye Qianshan didn't respond and looked forward to death.
The tattooed woman braked suddenly, with tears in her eyes, and punched the steering wheel as if she was angry: "I won't leave until you agree."
Ye Qianshan said with mixed feelings: "That's my biological sister."
"Weak Shui, please be obedient, please."
"I promise, I will try my best to come back alive."
The tattooed woman burst into tears and suddenly had a mental breakdown and said: "Asshole, liar, you clearly promised to stay with me for ten more years, but you lied again."
"Ye Qianshan, I hate you, I hate you."
Someone laughed, turned to look out the window, and murmured: "This is the last time, really, believe me."
There was no wind in the car, but his eyes were red and he said in a sad tone: "Mom, you have to believe me too."
The man who called himself the beast of the Ye family, the man who had been in a wheelchair for nearly twenty years, suddenly stood up with his legs straight, leaned forward, and gently wiped away the tears of his beloved woman.
"Don't cry. When you cry, I feel so distressed that I can't breathe."
"Good boy, you are the most beautiful like this, even more beautiful than when I first saw you."
Thousands of mountains remain standing, and weak waters linger endlessly.
She is crying and he is laughing.
She finally listened to him and the car started again.
