"Yes, I think this method is good. It can avoid casualties as much as possible. After all, you don't want to end up in a dilapidated situation."
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Sure enough, King Xian had already decided to agree. Now that the matter was over, in order to maintain the relationship between the alliances, the King of Hell had no intention of blaming King Xian. After thinking for a while, he also agreed to the fight.
"Since I have agreed, I have no objection. I just hope that those so-called righteous people can keep their word. Besides, I still have a question."
"Why fight outside Tianjiang?"
"You have to ask this Red King, because of him, Lun Jianhai no longer exists." King Xian glanced at Guifang Chiming with deep meaning. He knew that Shen Yifei was from Hongmian, and he was very
I was curious about Chi Ming's expression when he learned from himself that Shen Yifei was dead, and then saw Shen Yifei alive and kicking when he returned.
Thinking of this, King Xian couldn't help but feel that things had become more interesting. He was not worried at all about how Shen Yifei would deal with it when the time came. That kid was really good at tricking people.
From the time when he died in the mortal world, Onikata Chimei has not said a word until now, and he doesn’t know what else to think about.
Seeing the two people looking at him, Onikata Chiming came back to his senses and frowned: "I have no objection to the competition, but after the competition, if the opponent goes back on his words, don't blame Onikata Chiming for expanding the territory in his own way.
Already."
There was nothing strange in Onikata Chiming's words. The king's aura returned, as domineering as ever.
In the following time, after the three kings finalized the details, the King of Hell and the ghost Fang Chiming left Cailu Xianyang together.
After leaving Cailu Danger, Guifang Chiming prepared to return to Hongmian Border Town, but was stopped by the King of Hell.
"Do you have anything else?" Onigata Chiming asked.
The King of Hell asked, "King Xian has been in a bad state recently, so I would like to ask you to investigate the reason."
"Didn't you say before that he has always been like this? Why are you doubting him now?" Onigata Akamei sneered.
"It's precisely because I know him so well that I can detect his changes."
"Since you have doubts, why not investigate on your own?"
"I am also thinking about our alliance. I am worried that King Xian will be instigated by righteous people like Shensi. And based on my relationship with King Xian, if King Xian finds out that I am investigating him, I am afraid that there will be resentment even if nothing happens.
Already." The King of Hell pretended to sigh, as if he was thinking about the overall situation.
"I understand, I will let people investigate this matter."
After saying that, Guifang turned his life into light and walked away, leaving in a hurry.
...
"Excuse me, is something wrong?"
In front of a mansion in Hongmian Border City, a servant of the Shen Mansion asked Shen Yifei.
"Ah...um..."
"Ayou, what's the matter?"
Just when Shen Yifei didn't know how to answer, a hoarse voice came from the house.
"Butler, there is a young man standing at the door."
When the servant named Ayou heard the butler's voice coming from behind him, he quickly bent down to salute, stepped aside and let the door open. An old man with white hair and a beard walked out across the threshold holding a mahogany crutch.
"who is that."
The old man asked as he walked tremblingly. After coming out, he stood on the steps and looked down. When he saw the appearance of the young man, he was stunned.
A pair of cloudy eyes became moistened unconsciously, suddenly.
The old man threw away his crutches and threw him at Shen Yifei's feet.
"Little master, is that you?"
"Oh, old man, get up quickly."
Shen Yifei, who was well-educated and well-educated, naturally did not dare to bear the kneeling in front of him at such an old age and quickly helped him up.
"Old man, if the little master you are talking about is named Shen Yifei, then I am right." Shen Yifei said, supporting the old man.
When the previous servant heard the conversation, his expression changed, and he quietly left without the two of them noticing.
"You are indeed my little master. Yes, I remember your appearance right." The old man put his arm on Shen Yifei's arm and said with excitement on his face.
"It's windy here, let's go in and talk."
"Old slave, damn it. I forgot in the moment of excitement. Hurry, follow me back home."
With that said, the old man took Shen Yifei and walked towards the house.
In a room in the mansion, a man in red clothes and brown hair looked gloomy.
"Did you see clearly, that person is really back?"
"I have never seen the young master, and I don't know if it is that person, but the housekeeper seems to have determined that the person is the young master." The person who spoke was the servant who opened the door earlier.
"Where is that person now?"
"You should have entered the mansion by now."
Hearing this, the man in red clothes and brown hair snorted coldly, waved his sleeves and left the room.
In the living room of the mansion, the old housekeeper pulled Shen Yifei to greet him, chattering endlessly about whether Shen Yifei was doing well in these years.
The other party's enthusiasm made Shen Yifei a little unable to adapt. After all, he was not the original owner. The old man talked to himself for a long time and felt dry, and finally stopped. Shen Yifei seized the opportunity to explain his amnesia to the old housekeeper.
At this time, a cold voice came from outside.
"I heard that someone claimed to be the deceased young master and old housekeeper. If you are deaf, don't be deceived by someone with serious intentions."
After the words fell, a person walked in. Shen Yifei looked up and found that the person who came was a middle-aged man with brown hair and black hair. He was wearing a red robe, which was in line with the characteristics of the local residents.
What a temperament, he looks like a monster at first glance.
The sound resounded through the hall, and when he saw the visitor, the old housekeeper scolded him angrily.
"You are so presumptuous, how can you question it, little master? Don't forget your identity."
The word identity seemed to irritate the middle-aged man, and his face darkened.
"What is your identity? The young master died hundreds of years ago. As long as he cannot prove himself, I am the master here, and you are just a slave." The middle-aged man changed his gloomy tone and began to speak arrogantly.
.
"You..." The old housekeeper wanted to say something but was stopped by Shen Yifei.
Although the visitor's words were not good, Shen Yifei did not take him seriously and asked calmly: "Who are you?"
"You don't even know me, you are indeed a fake."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily and said after laughing, "I'm Shen Yiran."
Then his face changed, and he asked sternly: "I am the adopted son of the master. I watched the young master grow up, but you don't know me, and you said you are not pretending."
Shen Yiran's face was relaxed at this time. He was really shocked when he saw Shen Yifei's appearance before, but now he is sure that this person is a fake. He probably saw the portrait of the young master somewhere and looked at himself
They are somewhat similar, so I just wanted to pretend to be them.
The old housekeeper also showed hesitation when he heard the middle-aged man's words. At this time, he also remembered that Shen Yifei seemed to have been calling him "old man" and didn't seem to know his name.
"Haha!" Shen Yifei smiled disdainfully. He finally figured it out. This man thought he was here to seize power.