Before they could react, several guards stepped forward and "sent" them out of the house.

The hearts of all the patriarchs fell into the valley of ice at this moment: forked qi? Do martial arts masters still have a fork? Now it seems that it is really over, and the lord of the castle is really injured.

Everyone's mood was extremely heavy, and they didn't even know how to get out of the City Lord's Mansion.

"Patriarchs, how is the city lord?" The other people who were waiting for news at the door eagerly stepped forward and asked.

"Alas!" No one spoke, and several patriarchs sighed and walked back with sad faces.

Looking at their expressions, I can also guess what is going on: Lord City Lord, he is really injured, is this Jing'an City really going to change its owner this time?

The oppressive and gloomy feelings quietly spread and spread throughout the city, and it was not long before the whole city was covered like a cloud, so heavy that people could not breathe.

But in the city lord's mansion, it was a different scene.

"What's the matter, I'm pretending not to be?" Liang Yunru asked proudly.

"It's not bad, those old guys believe it." Liang Jinhuai smiled, "Well, it's worthy of being the mother of an outstanding person like me." "This guy doesn't forget jì narcissism at this time.

"The acting skills are too exaggerated, next time I have to be calm." Ling Chuxi said out loud.

"Ah, isn't that too pompous?" Liang Yunru was a little dazed.

"yes, your blood is spurting too far, too much. In that scenario, you should have some blood at the corner of your mouth. Ling Chuxi taught seriously.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's a little." Liang Yunru remembered it even more seriously.

Liang Jinhuai thought about it, it seemed that what Ling Chuxi said was very reasonable, and nodded.

Liang Yunru's henchman guard, who was standing on the edge of the hall, looked up at the ceiling, and it was complicated in his heart. Their lord of the city, is it really good to study these things so seriously?

The discussion here is very hot, and the inn where Zhuo Weiran lives is also very hot.

"Hahahaha, obviously the injury has not healed, but you still dare to force it, pretend, I see how long you can pretend, hahahaha!" Zhuo Weiran laughed wildly, and felt that the matter had been settled.

Jing'an City is overcast.

Although the patriarchs of the various families did not dare to speak out about the castle lord's injury, their silence and gloom indirectly confirmed the previous rumors.

Three days have passed in a hurry, and today is the day when Liang Yunru and Zhuo Weiran made an appointment.

The clouds that covered the sky dispersed a lot, and the carriage drove out of the city lord's mansion and walked towards the martial arts arena located in the center of Jing'an City.

Ling Chuxi and Liang Jinhuai walked and followed the carriage, it stands to reason that Liang Jinhuai should have taken the carriage, but he has been really suffocated in the past few days, and he can't wait to come out to breathe.

Imagining that the old mother showed her power for a while, slapping Zhuo Weiran away, the old guy was frightened and stunned, Liang Jinhuai was excited and expectant, shaking his head all the way and looking around, his face full of spirit.

"Low-key, low-key, don't forget that your mother is injured, your tail is about to rise to the sky, is this like a filial son who is worried about his mother's injury?" Ling Chuxi reminded. This guy is too much to breathe.

"Oh, yes, yes, mother, you have to be careful for a while, you are injured now......" After speaking, Liang Jinhuai muttered earnestly with a dark cloud of sorrow.