The Ford's accelerator roared, sending up a cloud of dust at the foot of the mountain.
After a quick and sharp brake, the car had not come to a complete stop. The tattooed woman jumped out of the driver's seat, pushed open the rear door, and moved the wheelchair first as usual.
Ye Qianshan stopped him and said, "No need."
The woman smiled, patted her forehead and said, "Look at my memory."
The man from the Ye family leaned over and got out of the car, looking at the three formations not far away.
Then, his sharp gaze fell on the napping old woman and the two remnants of the Demon Sword Palace.
The tattooed woman asked curiously: "What are they waiting for?"
"Four twelve levels of force and two eleven levels, even if the Buddhist sect has not yet arrived, it is more than enough to deal with Kunlun and his party."
"Thank you Kitty for being unstoppable."
Ye Qianshan replied: "Fate and luck."
"There is a sudden change in the True Dragon Star. Anyone who is not a fool will contact it with Xixi."
"The four parties cooperated. The previous idea was that there would be revenge and there would be grievances and grievances."
"It's different now. It's about the perfect fate of the two. Who doesn't want to get a piece of the pie?"
The tattooed woman closed the car door and said with a puzzled look on her face: "In this case, they should take action earlier. The fewer people there are, the more luck they will get, isn't it?"
Ye Qianshan explained: "Multiple parties cooperate, and the most taboo thing is self-inflicted civil strife."
"Especially when it comes to luck distribution, no one wants to suffer."
"Furthermore, Xixi is the young master of Kunlun, and the most talented disciple of Kunlun in a hundred years."
"These people may not take Ji Xuanqing seriously, but everyone is afraid of Su Xinglan whose whereabouts are unknown."
"Just because his whereabouts are unknown does not mean he is really dead. After all, no one saw the madman's body with his own eyes."
"What if, maybe, what if...ah, one day in the future, Su Xinglan comes back. By that time, the more power we bear, the more we can share the same hatred."
"Everyone wants to benefit from Kunlun, but no one wants to stand out. Do you understand?"
The tattooed woman pursed her lips and said: "You are all old foxes, despicable, shameless and scumbags."
Ye Qianshan smiled without saying a word, and his eyes that contained murderous intent quietly became gentle.
Because in front of him, Tang Jingyue helped Lingxi get out of the RV.
"Brother." She raised the corners of her mouth and shouted crisply.
He rubbed his hands and stood there, overwhelmed with excitement.
The tattooed woman reminded: "Have you not been waiting for this day for a long time? You should just say yes."
The man giggled and nodded vigorously.
Tang Jingyue joked: "Are you mute?"
Ye Qianshan's eyes were moist as he strode forward and said, "Here, brother is always here."
Lingxi stretched out her hand and patted the dust on his collar in a natural movement, and apologized: "I'm sorry for exposing your identity."
"Years of forbearance are in vain. If you return to the Ye family again, the old beast will definitely guard you."
"I want to deal with him like I dealt with Ye Zhenxin..."
Ye Qianshan said with relief: "It's okay, I'm just a sister like you. If I don't come, my mother will scold me in my dreams."
"You old beast is always wary of me. Whether you expose your identity or not, the result will be the same."
"Don't feel guilty, this has nothing to do with you."
While talking, he hurriedly took off his coat and put it on Lingxi, and asked with concern: "Is it cold? Wear more clothes."
Lingxi shook his head with a smile, put his left hand on his chest and said, "It's warm here."
"Miss." The tattooed woman greeted politely.
Lingxi said seriously: "In the past, it was to deceive others. If you called me eldest lady, I would answer."
"But in fact, you are my brother's unmarried wife, so I should call you sister-in-law."
"Do you think sister-in-law sounds better or sister Ruoshui sounds better?"
