indianbanksassociation Chapter 138: Drag him in
Chapter 138: Drag him in
"Mr. Yang, don't be joking. Just now, Lan was just relying on the family's records about Qishan Wen's magical skills, and what he said was arbitrarily personal. It must not be taken seriously."
Hearing Yang Guo said that he was going to challenge Wen Ruohan, Qing Heng-jun said hastily.
Yang Guo didn't care about Qingheng Jun's expression at the moment, he just asked, "I wonder if I can take the letter about Qishan Wen's magical skills to Yang Mouguan.
Only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you be victorious in all battles, this truth Yang still knows. "
Seeing that Yang Guo's expression didn't seem to be fake, Qingheng-Jun sighed helplessly, "Mr. Yang, Lan will ask Xichen to bring it to you tomorrow..."
"Thank you Lord Qingheng, then Yang Guo will take his leave first."
Yang Guo thought about leaving early.
But he still remembered that he promised Xiao Longnv to come back soon.
It's just that it will be dawn in more than an hour now, obviously Yang Guo broke his promise again.
Seeing Yang Guo acting in such a hurry suddenly, Qingheng Jun was slightly taken aback, but then he let out a long sigh.
Mr. Qingheng is ready to leave with his clansmen at this time
Gusu is too close to Qishan, and today it also made him see the power gap between the two families.
He is the head of the family, so he naturally needs to be responsible for the family.
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The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the mountain wind is diffuse.
Yang Guo's snow-white long hair was somewhat stained with wind and frost, but nothing could be seen.
Looking at the small building in the back mountain that was plunged into darkness in front of him, Yang Guo heaved a sigh of relief.
Went lightly to the third floor, Yang Guo hadn't entered the inner room yet.
"Come on, are you back?"
From behind the wind screen came a soft voice with a little surprise.
Yang Guo blushed slightly, scratched his head, "Auntie, I'm sorry, Guo'er came back late, I made you worry."
"Okay, are you tired?" Xiao Longnu touched Yang Guo's cheek and asked with a smile.
Yang Guo hugged the woman in front of him tightly, and whispered in her ear, "Holding Gu Gu, I won't be tired at one o'clock."
A smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Longnv's mouth, she gently rubbed Yang Guo's hair, she was silent for a long time.
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Qishan.
"Master Patriarch, do you really want to condescend to fight that Shuzi?"
On the throne, a man in a black and red robe, with indifferent eyes, and a domineering temperament opened his thin lips, "Why, Li Keqing wants to go for this seat?"
Hearing Wen Ruohan's words, the old man with white beard and hair immediately knelt down in fright.
I don't know if he is afraid of Wen Ruohan or Yang Guo.
"Master Patriarch, this subordinate knows his mistake."
"Okay!" Wen Ruohan said with a low face.
Nearly a hundred guests under the stage lowered their heads, not daring to look at Wen Ruohan on the throne.
"Xue Yang."
"Subordinates are here."
A teenager about fifteen or sixteen years old came out and half-knelt down.
"Where is the yin iron that I gave you for training corpses?"
"Still in the mortuary."
"You go and get it to me."
"Yes."
As Xue Yang left, Wen Ruohan raised his eyes, and inadvertently glanced at a woman in red with a delicate face.
"Warmth, I remember you said that a white-haired young man killed my son?"
At this time, Wen Qing's heart jumped to her throat, and her soft palm was full of sweat. After hearing Wen Ruohan's question, she immediately walked out.
"Reporting to the Patriarch, it is indeed a white-haired young man. After he left, the dancing goddess in the Tiannv Temple also disappeared." Wen Qing replied calmly.
"Oh, disappeared? Do you really not see the warmth, or are you fooling me? "
Wen Ruohan said the last sentence coldly, and casually slapped a crimson mana on the high platform, hitting Wen Qing's chest.
Even if the warmth is shot out, it can barely stop when it hits a stone pillar.
All the monks in the hall saw the warmth coughing up blood, and their eyes were full of worry.
It's just that they didn't dare to touch Wen Ruohan's bad luck, so they didn't say a word.
"Cough, cough, master, warmth... I really don't know warmth, please believe in warmth."
Looking at the blood-stained warmth at the corner of his mouth, Wen Ruohan was silent for a while, then slowly breathed out a cold breath, then turned his head and said, "Li Keqing, show that young man's portrait to Wen Qing, is he alone?"
"Yes."
At this time, Li Keqing's back was covered with cold sweat, and she respectfully came to the half-kneeling Wen Qing, "Miss Wen, look, is it this thief?"
Wiping the blood at the corner of his mouth tenderly, he nodded and took it. After opening the picture scroll, his eyes suddenly shrank.
"Tenderness."
Wen Ruo asked in a cold voice, her blood-moon-like scarlet eyes stared at Wen Qing, waiting for her answer.
"My lord...it is this person."
Warmly buried her head in her chest, her body trembling slightly, she replied respectfully.
Wen Ruohan's five fingers tapped on the throne from time to time, and there was no expression on his face. After a long time, he said, "Come here, send warmth to rest."
As soon as the words fell, two Wen's monks walked away from the gate quickly and helped the warmth down.
After watching Wen Qing's back go away, Wen Ruohan glanced at everyone.
"Why hasn't Xue Yang come back? You guys go and have a look."
The few people pointed at by Wen Ruohan looked at each other, and they all bowed down to say yes.
However, before they could leave the door, Xue Yang ran in in a panic.
"Hoo, hoo, hoo... Patriarch, Yin Tie is gone!"
bang——
"What did you say? Say it again?"
Wen Ruohan couldn't control his emotions after all, and said angrily.
Xue Yang received Wen Ruohan's furious blow, and immediately lost his legs and knelt down, bleeding from his orifices.
Nearly a hundred Golden Core cultivators in the audience saw that Xue Yang was almost beaten to death by Wen Ruohan, but they didn't have the worry or sympathy they had just seen for warmth. Instead, they all gloated, and relief flashed in their eyes.
This tender medical skill is a must. Most of the people present have been treated by her pair of apricot forest hands, and many people even saw her grow up.
Therefore, many people are grateful for the warmth and have a feeling of licking the calf.
As for the fact that Xue Yang had just joined, his words and actions on weekdays did not take these old seniors seriously.
They were naturally upset, and it was because of Wen Ruohan's majesty that they didn't make trouble at this time.
Otherwise, they would not let go of this opportunity to beat the dog in the water.
"Xue Yang, you said it was stolen, but who stole it?"
Wen Ruohan gradually suppressed the anger in his heart and returned to his indifferent appearance.
"I don't know, but I think I can check all the monks who have entered the corpse refining room, so that I can definitely find out the thief who stole Yin Iron!"
Xue Yang said quite sincerely.
Wen Ruohan didn't speak again, and just stood in front of Xue Yang in an instant, looked down at him condescendingly, and said coldly, "You mean...you can't steal warmth?"
Wen Ruohan used Yin Tie yesterday, and then sent Yin Tie to the corpse room to absorb his grievances.
What Xue Yang said was almost telling Wen Ruohan.
It was stolen by warmth, you catch her quickly!
"The subordinates don't know, please ask the Patriarch to look into it."
Xue Yang's eyes were secretly smug, but he knelt on the ground obediently and saluted respectfully.
bang——
Wen Ruohan slapped Xue Yang casually, sending Xue Yang flying out of the hall.
"Drag him in."