The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng should be thankful that he didn't drink a sip of water after entering the door.

Otherwise, he would have spit out a mouthful of water after hearing Zeng Lao's introduction.

Even so, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Whose closed disciple?

What of the old Dragon Lord?

Looking at this "junior brother" whom he had never met, Qin Feng was really speechless.

Before coming here, he heard that someone was pretending to be him and wanted to inherit the position of Dragon Lord. He originally wanted to lure the snake out of the hole, but he didn't expect to bump into him today.

Seeing Zeng Lao introducing himself to Qin Feng, Yang Ziheng immediately straightened his chest.

There is always some competition between men of the same age.

Especially when there are women of the right age present, this feeling of secretly competing will expand unprecedentedly.

Yang Ziheng is like this now.

Since Qin Feng entered the door, he was quite unhappy with this man.

He is taller than himself and looks good. Under the cheap short-sleeved shirt is a tough muscle line.

Especially the calm temperament he showed just now made Yang Ziheng dislike him even more.

You are a poor boy who came to ask for money, why do you pretend to be indifferent?

And after knowing his identity, he actually showed a look of wanting to laugh, are you looking for death?

However, Qin Feng still gave face to this "junior brother" and walked up to Yang Ziheng and stretched out a hand: "So you are the disciple of the old dragon master, I have heard of you for a long time."

Yang Ziheng let the woman hold one hand, and put the other hand behind his back. He glanced at Qin Feng's outstretched hand and snorted: "You should be glad that you didn't touch me, otherwise it would be gone now."

"Haha, not everyone is qualified to hold Young Master Yang's hand." The woman sneered and looked at Qin Feng with mockery in her eyes: "If you still want this hand, apologize to Young Master Yang quickly. Beg him to forgive you 's offense, maybe he can let it go. "

At this time, Zeng Keyi happened to come in from outside, and just saw Qin Feng being humiliated, and immediately felt in a good mood, leaning against the door and smiling: "Indeed, some people just can't put themselves in a clear position."

After she stared at Qin Feng and raised her eyebrows provocatively, her eyes fell on the female companion again: "Of course, you are the same. A mere prostitute dares to teach people in the gate of my Zeng family? If it weren't for my grandfather, I would have slapped you now. "

When the female companion saw Zeng Keyi coming in, her face was extremely ugly.

And Yang Ziheng, who was originally full of arrogance, flashed a look of surprise in his eyes.

I have heard that the granddaughter of the old man Zeng Hanjiang is a peerless beauty, but I didn't expect that she is such a beauty.

Although she is slightly inferior to that woman Chen Chuqing in temperament, as long as it is done today, what's wrong with letting the old man give his granddaughter to him for a few days?

"Ke Yi, what are you talking about!"

Seeing Yang Ziheng being so disrespectful, Zeng Hanjiang's face was not very good.

But because he was the disciple personally selected by him, Zeng Hanjiang had to give him face even if he didn't like him.

He pulled Qin Feng behind him and said with a gloomy face: "Forget it, since Young Master Yang has no intention of making friends, we won't try to get close to him."

"Everyone, please sit down first."

Qin Feng withdrew his hand. Facing Yang Ziheng's arrogance, he did not show anything.

Because he just heard Yang Ziheng urging Zeng Lao, it seemed that he wanted to talk about something, maybe it was related to Panlong Hall.

In this case, he wanted to hear what his "junior brother" was going to do.

Before Zeng Lao sat down first, Yang Ziheng sat in the main seat by himself.

It would be fine if he sat down by himself, but his female companion also sat down with him.

The woman was obviously a prostitute, and she actually sat above Zeng Lao, and Yang Ziheng had no intention of stopping her.

Qin Feng's eyes turned slightly cold.

He heard from his master that Zeng Lao was a veteran who had followed him for decades, and his relationship with him was not like that of a superior or a subordinate, but more like a friend.

Yang Ziheng humiliated him, and he could bear it for the sake of the overall situation.

But he humiliated Zeng Lao so much that Qin Feng couldn't help but want to speak.

But Zeng Lao seemed to know what he was going to say, and he grabbed his wrist and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Xiao Qin, I know what you mean. But this person is the last disciple of that person, who has been dormant for ten years. His disciples also represent his will. You can't afford to offend this person, and even I dare not cross the line, so bear it."

As he said that, he patted the back of his hand, signaling him to calm down.

Qin Feng still had to listen to the old man, and then he calmed down for the time being.

But he calmed down, but someone else was not calm.

Qin Feng had already experienced what kind of person Zeng Keyi was at the door.

The person she respected most in her life was Zeng Hanjiang. How could sheWhy would she allow others to humiliate her grandfather in her own home?

So the young lady didn't even think about it, and rushed forward in two steps, pointing at Yang Ziheng and angrily scolding: "Who do you think you are? My grandfather didn't even sit in the main seat, and you dare to sit there? You...ah!"

"Keyi!"

Accompanied by the sound of a crisp slap, Zeng Keyi was knocked to the ground.

And the one who hit her was not someone else, but the female companion who followed Yang Ziheng.

In front of Mr. Zeng, a little female companion was so arrogant, and after hitting her, she held the wrist of the hand that hit her and turned it, looking very proud.

She looked at Zeng Keyi from a high position and smiled: "Young Master Yang wants to sit in the main seat, even your grandfather has to give it up obediently, and you dare to interfere, are you looking for death?"

Zeng Keyi was a little princess who was praised by the Zeng family from top to bottom. She suffered double humiliation in one day, which made her emotions a little out of control.

But she didn't sit on the ground and cry, but shouted excitedly: "Mr. Bo! Go, help me kill this woman!"

The Mr. Bo she mentioned should be the old man who seemed to be dozing off.

"Ke Yi!"

Zeng Hanjiang didn't expect the situation to turn out like this. His face was extremely ugly, and he looked as bitter as if he had eaten three pounds of coptis.

He grabbed Zeng Keyi, and although veins on his neck were bulging, he still said solemnly: "Don't be rude!"

"Grandpa!"

"Shut up!"

Seeing Zeng Keyi was stopped, the woman became even more proud. Not only did she twist her waist and sit back, she also raised one leg slightly: "Look, what did I say? Who are you in front of Young Master Yang? He is the only disciple of that person. If you offend Young Master Yang, you will offend that person. You can't afford it."

Zeng Keyi was already so angry that she burst into tears: "Grandpa, are you just going to watch her bully your granddaughter?"

Zeng Hanjiang sighed secretly, but could only say helplessly: "Keyi, listen to Grandpa. We can't disobey that person's will!"

Seeing that the old man Zeng Hanjiang was so wronged, Lin Huaiqiu's expression was also a little complicated.

After all, as a disciple of Panlong Temple, he knew the contribution of this old man to Panlong Temple. He could only turn to Yang Ziheng and say, "Young Master Yang, Mr. Zeng is an old man beside the old Dragon Lord after all. You see..."

"It is precisely because he is an old friend of my master that his granddaughter can continue to live." Yang Ziheng was holding a cup of tea, blowing it into his mouth, and he didn't seem to care about what happened just now.

From the beginning, he was quite dissatisfied with Zeng Hanjiang's attitude.

It would be fine if he dragged his feet, but he actually dared to introduce a local dog to him.

If he doesn't teach him a lesson, he won't understand how valuable his identity is.

He took a sip of tea and then continued, "Mr. Zeng, I just want you to return the things my master left me to me, but you dragged your feet until now. I can save your granddaughter's life, which is already a great honor. But I hope you understand that my patience is limited, don't force me to do something ugly!"