Dragon released from prison

As soon as the woman made a move, Qin Feng could see that she was not simple.

Although he does not have the breath of a strong man on his body, he is not a warrior in the early stage of the Yellow Realm.

She naturally did not come as a bodyguard when she followed Yang Ziheng, but she was certainly not a vase.

This slap went down, and directly hit Zeng Keyiqiao's face high and swollen, and nosebleeds flowed.

Yang Ziheng also didn't give face at all, and directly put his two legs on the mahogany coffee table, not even caring about the expensive tea set on it, and kicked off a few cups because of the obstruction.

"I am also a senior, and I have spent a lot of time here with you today."

Yang Ziheng played with the teacup: "But don't force me to do things to the end, make everyone ugly, right?" After all, my master accepted such a disciple as me when he was old, and you can't refute his face, can you?

Qin Feng stood expressionless, watching this big drama coldly.

Originally, he only came to meet his old friend for Master, and he never wanted to encounter such a good show.

This Zeng was indeed brutal and willful, but just now she was just angry for her grandfather, after all, this is still the Zeng family, and Yang Ziheng is so presumptuous.

In front of the old man, he did not say anything to his granddaughter, and threatened the old man to hand over the things left by the master.

Although even he didn't know what that thing was, it was obvious that Yang Ziheng was here for it.

He didn't speak for the time being, but wanted to see what Yang Ziheng relied on, and could make Elder Zeng believe in his identity.

At this time, Zeng Lao's face was extremely ugly, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly.

He did not respond to Yang Ziheng immediately, but shouted Bo Lao.

The gray-clothed old man came up with a gloomy face and lowered his head to the side: "Sir, what are your orders?"

As soon as the old man spoke, his voice revealed a wistful killing intent.

He hid it well, but he couldn't hide it from Qin Feng.

"But she is also injured, you should treat her first."

It seems that Zeng Lao also saw that the dust woman had some skills, and he was afraid of leaving some dark diseases.

"Yes."

Elder Bo helped Zeng Ke to the sofa and sat down to check her pulse.

This eldest lady kept her head down, and it seemed that she finally woke up: with her grandfather's love for her, if it weren't for the other party's real status and dignity, she would never have watched her being bullied like this.

So she finally gave up honestly.

But she was honest, and the dusty woman was even more proud: "I couldn't slap her face, it's a pity."

After speaking, he also fiddled with his diamond manicure, and unhappily got into Yang Ziheng's arms: "Yang Shao, look, people are angry with you, their nails are broken, you have to compensate me well."

Yang Ziheng pinched her face: "Don't worry, when I get what Master left me, I will compensate you when I go back." In

the audience, there was another person whose face was not very good-looking, that is, Lin Huaiqiu.

Seeing Yang Ziheng and the dust girl so arrogant, their eyes were angry, but they could only endure it and sigh.

He took the initiative to get up and walked in front of Zeng Hanjiang and persuaded, "Elder Zeng, you better go and get something quickly." After all, Yang Shao is the chosen person, you and I have read the handwriting, and it is indeed the personal letter of that person. The disciple who has asked you to give things to him, don't hesitate any longer.

After speaking, he glanced back at Yang Ziheng, got closer again, and said in a low voice: "Yes, he is just a young master of the Yang family now, and he is nothing to you and me." But in the future, once he inherits the Coiling Dragon Order, he will be your and my master!" "

Lin Huaiqiu is a generation younger than Zeng Hanjiang, but both of them are old people in the Panlong Hall, and they know each other better.

After Zeng Hanjiang heard his words, the expression on his face was not so tense, but he just let out a long sigh: "Alas, Huaiqiu, you should know that old age is not greedy for those things." I just think that a person who is so wise and martial can be... Alas!

He didn't finish speaking, but Lin Huaiqiu could understand what he meant.

What a hero was that back then?

How can you choose a son of a family who is unbearable as the heir?

Before this, this junior came to the two of them, even if he was asked to bow down.

After all, Yang Ziheng was not conspicuous in the Yang family's big family, and he couldn't even touch the family business, but now he became the heir of the old dragon lord.

The official level crushed people, not to mention that if he really became the Dragon Lord, with the absolutely strict rules and systems in the Panlong Hall, the life and death of the two of them would only be controlled by him.

Lin Huaiqiu sighed and shook his head: "That's it, Elder Zeng, you can give it to him, anyway, it's also that person's thing, we just return to the original owner."

"Alas, that's all there is to it."

Zeng Hanjiang was persuaded, and he didn't want to have any more conflicts with Yang Ziheng.

He asked a few people to wait downstairs, and he went upstairs and did not come down for a long time.

Yang Ziheng waited impatiently, stood up and scolded and went upstairs: "MD, this old man is rubbing something, shouldn't you want to take it out?" Seeing

that he was about to trespass, Bo Lao quietly came to the staircase and stared at him conspiratorially: "This little young master, upstairs is the private area of the master, please wait here." "

Old Bo is really strong, except for Qin Feng, no one can see when he passed.

He was already too old to look good, the skin on his face was as loose as a rag, coupled with his cold eyes, it really startled Yang Ziheng, and he immediately pointed at Bo Lao's nose and scolded: "MD, what are you, but a dog raised by Lao Tzu's subordinates, dare to stop me?" "

Bo Lao!"

Lin Huaiqiu knew Yang Ziheng's temper and was about to step forward to persuade, but it was too late.

After Yang Ziheng was startled, a finger poked on Bo Lao's forehead: "You let go?"

It seems that Bo Lao does not know Yang Ziheng's identity, but he is still very firm: "Young Master Yang, please go back and wait."

"Good, good, don't let it!"

Seeing that one of his subordinates actually dared to resist himself, Yang Ziheng was angry and slapped Bo Lao's face very irritably.

Bo Lao looked to be seventy or eighty years old, even if he had martial arts in his body, he couldn't fight back, and he was slapped to the point of nosebleeds, but his feet did not move.

"Yang Shao, please go back."

"Okay, you are an old immortal and angry, Lao Tzu wants to see how long you can carry it."

A slap did not knock him down, Yang Ziheng was very puzzled, and made up a few slaps and a few feet, Bo Lao still did not move, but his face was no longer in shape.

"Bo Lao!"

Zeng Ke also saw this old man who had protected himself since he was a child become like this, and turned his head with tears in his eyes.

She didn't dare to stop it, even if it was in her own home.

I'm afraid that this eldest lady has never tried this taste in twenty years.

And at this time, Yang Ziheng was already addicted, seeing that the fists and feet did not work, he actually directly copied the vase on the cabinet and smashed it on Bo Lao's head: "Damn, Laozi is the future dragon lord, you dare to stop me, I will send you to die!" "