"You, what are you going to do! Are you really blind? Are you actually surrounding me?"
The noble prince who had his head smashed looked at the servants coming towards him in a menacing manner, with countless alpacas racing in his heart.
Especially when he saw this group of subordinates who had been bullying men and dominating women and doing evil things for him, for the first time, he felt sincere terror.
"I, I am your young master, you, do you want to die? You even recognize me as your young master..."
Before the noble man could finish his words, a servant with a mole on the right side of his face punched him in the chin, knocking him to the ground.
Then the group of servants swarmed up and beat the noble young master until his face was bruised and bruised beyond recognition.
This noble young master is eighteen or nineteen years old, has a soul power level 31, and is not too weak. However, when faced with the beatings of a group of servants, he could only curl up on the ground.
My servant actually beat up his master. This magical scene made everyone present feel happy.
They all thought that this problem should come from Wang Jingyu. It must be something he did. Otherwise, how could such a thing happen?
After the Jiading men beat the noble young master to the point where he couldn't move, the illusion spells possessed by these servants were lifted, and they looked at their own young master who fell to the ground and kept foaming at the mouth.
The expressions on the faces of these servants changed drastically. After all, they actually beat up their own young master.
If they go back to the house, the head of the family won't get so angry that he just punishes them all?
The Soul King-level expert headed by the servants glanced at Wang Jingyu with fear. He understood that they had just suffered some kind of mental attack.
Only then did he treat the young master as a target to be punished, and the source of this mental attack was Wang Jingyu.
Even though he was dissatisfied with Wang Jingyu, he was so frightened by his unfathomable strength that he would not dare to trouble him again.
If he is attacked mentally again and beats his young master to death, I am afraid that he will really have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.
"Let's go and take the young master back immediately for treatment!"
"But the young master didn't ask us..." A subordinate looked at Wang Jingyu not far away and said hesitantly.
"No but, can't you see that? On the surface, that person looks like a waste without any soul power.
But do you think someone who can remain calm in front of so many of us and unleash mental attacks so that we beat up the young master is a waste?"
The soul king ordered in a tone that could not be questioned: "Evacuate, evacuate immediately. When the young master wakes up, if you are dissatisfied, I will take full responsibility for it."
This time the servant finally lost his temper, and the four of them took the noble master and fled far away, not daring to stay any longer.
After the farce finally came to an end, Yuexuan returned to its original tranquility and elegance.
Many students who had just arrived were walking towards the door. After seeing the beautiful woman in silver palace attire, they nodded politely and lowered their eyebrows, calling "teacher" respectfully.
The beauty in silver palace clothes nodded calmly: "Well, come in quickly. Were you not scared just now?"
The students hurriedly filed in. It was obvious that although these sons of princes and nobles were usually arrogant, they did not dare to have any temper in front of this beauty.
This made Wang Jingyu more certain that the identity of this beauty in silver palace attire was Tang Yuehua.
After all the students who were staying at the door entered Yuexuan, the guards saw that Wang Jingyu was still standing at the door of Yuexuan and wanted to drive him away.
After all, part of the responsibility for what just happened lies with this strange man.
Now that the son of a fourth-grade guard general has been seriously injured, I will definitely not let it go.
In order to prevent Yuexuan from suffering an unexpected disaster, they thought it was reasonable to do so.
However, they also vaguely guessed that Wang Jingyu was not simple, so the leader Ziyi stepped forward and bowed slightly to him.
"Sir, if you have nothing else to do, please don't stand at the door of Yuexuan. Yuexuan is a quiet and elegant place. I don't want to cause any trouble."
Haha, Wang Jingyu curled his lips in displeasure.
If I hadn't been standing at the door of Yuexuan just now, I'm afraid that the carriage would have rushed into Yuexuan.
Now he actually thinks that he is standing in front of Yuexuan's door and is an eyesore? It's really funny.
Wang Jingyu smiled faintly and looked at Tang Yuehua not far away.
"Why, Master Yuexuan hasn't said anything yet, and you're just a guard and you're just chirping? Get out of here?"
Wang Jingyu released a little momentum, and the soul emperor-level expert in purple was pushed five meters away by the momentum.
The Purple Clothed Soul Emperor thought that Wang Jingyu was very strong, but he never thought that the breath he released could shock him five meters away.
This kind of strength is probably at least that of a Contra, or even a Titled Douluo, right?
Tang Yuehua, who also witnessed all this, also walked over at this time and nodded to Wang Jingyu in a neither humble nor overbearing manner.
"I'm sorry, my Yuexuan did not entertain you well. Could you please come into my Yuexuan and have a cup of light tea?"
Wang Jingyu nodded with satisfaction and glanced sideways at the Purple Clothed Soul Emperor.
"Master Yuexuan is still sensible. Since Master Yuexuan invites you, I will be disrespectful to you."
After Wang Jingyu finished speaking, he followed Tang Yuehua's footsteps and walked towards Yuexuan.
Looking at the delicate body wrapped in silver palace clothes, she is appropriately fat and thin, concave as she should be, convex as she should be, and her figure is slim.
While Wang Jingyu was admiring Tang Yuehua's delicate body a few meters in front of him, he called up the diary system and complained on it.
[As expected of the master of Yuexuan, with this figure and appearance, he is very impressive.]
[Even though I already have Dong'er and Long'er at the same time, and after seeing Qian Renxue's face, the moment I saw Tang Yuehua, I still felt like my eyes lit up]
[If I remember correctly, Tang Yuehua should be around twenty-nine years old now. He looks like he is in his early twenties.]
[What a pity, this beautiful girl only likes her own brother, Tang Hao, and has never been willing to marry]
[But falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless. She and Tang Hao are destined to be impossible. It can be said that she has fallen in love with the person she should least fall in love with in this life.]
[Tang Hao married A Yin, and now they have Tang San, who is already six years old. He doesn’t even know what she is obsessed with. 】
[As for Tang Hao, that drunkard who drinks all the time and wants to drink himself to death, what is there to be obsessed with? 】
While they were complaining, the two came to an elegantly decorated cubicle. The cubicle also had a window through which they could overlook the stage below.
At this moment, there are more than a dozen female college students on the stage playing the harp gracefully. The beautiful music reverberates throughout the Yuexuan, giving people a feeling of tranquility and peace.
Wang Jingyu listened to the beautiful sound of the harp and clicked the button to upload the diary. The music in his ears temporarily stopped and the system prompts sounded.
"Congratulations to the host for receiving the master-level music specialization award and obtaining the music scores of "The Song of Colorful Feathers", "The Song of Lanling Entering the Battle", "Ambush from Flying Daggers", etc."