He Has a Dragon

Of course, Lao Yang was not very interested in Wang Le's verbose allusions to the Spring and Autumn Period. He just understood the meaning of the other party's words, so he nodded to express his understanding, and then said in a deep voice: "For the two important treasures of the Punishment Blade and the Blood Tribe Crown, Now the Alliance and the vampires are fighting fiercely on the border, but this has nothing to do with us."

Wang Le snorted and replied with a smile: "Yes, the fight between gods has nothing to do with us mortals. Let's leave Bai Yujing safely first."

After a pause, Wang Le lowered his voice and said softly: "I don't want to die before I leave the army. Before I get to Nanhua Temple, my life will be ruined in Baiyujing because of Lao Shizi's map of Yingzheng's tomb treasure house. .

"Well" Lao Yang glanced at Wang Le and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "That old man is a disaster from heaven. The old lady who should have stayed here in Bai Yujing's home to be leisurely and happy, now has to run away for her life."

Of course, Lao Yang would just complain in his heart and would never say it out loud.

While the two were chatting, Mrs. Yang, who had rarely appeared in public, walked into the living room slowly and unhurriedly, with a hint of joy between her kind brows and eyes.

Wang Le quickly greeted her with a respectful salute. Now he did not dare to underestimate Mrs. Yang.

So far, although Wang Le has met many martial arts masters, Mrs. Yang is the only female master he has met, the only one.

"Although I'm a little old, it's more appropriate for a woman to be a woman than a man." Wang Leru thought.

At this time, Lao Yang asked with a look of expectation on his face: "Madam, are you ready?"

Mrs. Yang smiled slightly, nodded confidently and replied: "Although I was in a hurry and couldn't get good materials, I finally made a decent disguise mask. When the Master tomorrow comes out of seclusion and leaves the tunnel, , we can put it on.”

Although Lao Yang believed in his wife's ability, he finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the confirmation from the other party. After all, his own mansion was now surrounded by people, making it difficult to fly.

Not to mention that there are many masters of martial arts among these people, such as Mr. Liuzhi, Bai Yujing's rotating talker.

And this was something he had never expected beforehand.

Thinking of this, Lao Yang intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Wang Le, who was standing next to him with a smile on his face and a calm and restrained temperament. He couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Where in the world did you find this evil star? It's really incredible." An Ning, Bai Yujing, who has stayed here for more than ten years, is destined to be unable to stay any longer."

Of course Wang Le is not a roundworm in Lao Yang’s belly.

He respectfully thanked Mrs. Yang and said, "I'm sorry for bothering you, senior. I'm very grateful."

I saw Mrs. Yang replying with a nonchalant expression: "I and my husband are your servants, and all of this is what you should do."

Wang Le smiled slightly and said nothing more. Of course he understood what Mrs. Yang meant. The common saying is that we don’t have much friendship, and it’s all for Qingyangzi’s sake.

But Wang Le didn't take it to heart, because in today's environment, if Wang Le was put in the position of Lao Yang and his wife, it would be inevitable to have resentment in his heart.

After all, what happened before and after this was an unforeseen disaster for Lao Yang and his wife, and there was no other explanation.

If it was just a simple challenge, forget it. Now pulling out the map of the treasure house of the tomb of the First Emperor Yingzheng would completely drag the couple into muddy water, and there would be no way to get clean.

This kind of thing, no matter who it is, everyone will be very unhappy.

It is said that the butt determines the head.

Wang Le, who was still thinking about things, naturally changed the subject and murmured to himself: "I believe there are many masters traveling thousands of miles to come to Bai Yujing."

After a pause, Wang Le's eyes flickered, and there was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his slightly raised mouth, and he said lightly: "People die for wealth, and birds die for food. This is the case in ancient and modern times, at home and abroad."

Lao Yang and his wife looked at each other and then avoided each other, and the worry on their faces became more and more intense.

What Wang Le said was exactly what they were most worried about. If they stayed in the mansion for one more minute, the danger would increase.

But the cruel reality that Qingyangzi couldn't escape from seclusion completely held them back, and they couldn't leave immediately.

When the three of them were silent and the atmosphere in the living room became depressing, suddenly a strong male voice resounded through the mansion, saying with murderous intent: "Emperor, Yuan Hong from Heishan is here to take the head from your neck."

"Well" Wang Le rubbed his nose out of habit, glanced at Lao Yang and his wife who were standing in front of him, and said with a careless smile: "I didn't expect someone to come to the door again to call for battle. I finally have something to do, otherwise I would do it." If you sit here for a long time, you can fade away from the birds.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lao Yang looked at Wang Le with a worried look on his face and dissuaded him: "This challenge comes at the wrong time, because there are too many people outside now, and there must be masters lurking among them. It's impossible to say that when you are in a fierce battle with your opponent, , if someone takes action secretly, it will be troublesome, or even your life may not be saved."

As soon as she finished speaking, Mrs. Yang took over her husband's words and agreed: "That's right, so my nephew, you'd better ignore the challenges outside and stay in the house with peace of mind. We can wait until your Majesty comes out of seclusion."

At this time, Wang Le shook his head and refused without hesitation: "No, since you are here to challenge me, you have to go out to challenge me anyway. This is the rule."

After finishing speaking, Wang Le didn't understand that Old Yang and his wife continued to persuade him, so he turned around and left the living room, heading straight towards the door of the mansion with firm steps.

Lao Yang and his wife watched Wang Le disappear at the door of the living room, and couldn't help looking at each other and giving a wry smile.

At this time, Lao Yang couldn't help but sigh, and said helplessly: "This kid is really stubborn. After all, he is still too young and impulsive. More importantly, he is too murderous. He doesn't know that the overall situation is the most important thing. Take a step back. The sea and sky are vast."

After a pause, Lao Yang pondered and continued: "Old lady, this boy is highly respected and valued. Even the famous magical weapon Fist Zhenshanhe was given to him. Let's go and take a look to avoid anything. Accident."

After Lao Yang finished speaking, he turned around and walked quickly out the door without waiting for his wife to speak.

I saw Mrs. Yang standing in the living room looking at her husband's disappearing back. She couldn't help but sigh and whispered to herself: "Your Majesty has always looked higher than the top. Except for the Lord, I don't understand the temperament of looking down on the people in the world. Since you can be valued by him, no matter how young you are, you are not comparable to ordinary young people."

Just like that, while Mrs. Yang was chatting to herself, she left the living room in an instant and disappeared into the darkness outside.

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