"That night, count yourself as fast as you ran!"

Yan Murong didn't say this inexplicable sentence loudly, but when he said it on such a quiet occasion now, almost everyone heard it.

All the people who pay attention to this side are confused.

They don't know who Zheng Wuming is, but they are no strangers to the three major Chinese medicine families in China - the leaders of the three major Chinese medicine families appeared together, which surprised them, in recent years, these old-timers would not appear together in such a high-profile manner.

The reason why they couldn't figure out the current situation was because Yan Murong suddenly walked over, but instead of greeting the three of them, he looked at- uh, at the guy who walked behind them and looked like a bodyguard and said such a sentence that made everyone baffled.

For a while, there were many guys who were pure on the outside and evil in their bones and even secretly wondered, what happened to these two men that night?

Are you running fast?

Is this a story about a man who wants to do something wrong to another man, and the other man struggles in every possible way, and finally escapes the tiger's mouth and tries to protect his chastity?

Hua Peiyou and Li Boteng didn't know why, but both of the Zheng family knew what Yan Murong was talking about, but they didn't show anything on their faces, but Kunlun, after Yan Murong said this, his pupils shrank sharply.

Although Kunlun covered it up quickly, he still couldn't escape Yan Murong's eyes, and the momentary change in his eyes was clearly seen by Yan Murong.

In fact, even if Yan Murong thought about it with his ass, he knew that the person who ambushed him that night and kidnapped Yan Minghua was sent by Zheng Wuming, but he was sure that Zheng Wuming would definitely not go in person - then, Kunlun who could enter the field with Zheng Wuming must be the one who drove away that night.

The reason why he came over and said this sentence meant that Yan Murong was going to find fault.

Many times, what the old man said to Yan Murong was put in his left ear and out of his right ear, but a few of the words were taken by Yan Murong as a wise saying.

One of the old men said, "Whoever wants my life, I will take his life first."

"This little friend—"

"I'm not here for you." Before Zheng Yan finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Yan Murong.

"I'm not here to find Zheng Wuming." Yan Murong said with a harmless smile on his face. "I hate him - but I'm interested in the minion behind him."

Minion? He calls himself a minion?

Kunlun suddenly felt a wave of anger in his heart.

It's true that his name is Kunlun, and it's not false that he doesn't have the surname Zheng, but in the Zheng family, no one dares to treat him as a subordinate, no one has ever called him, or no one dares to call him a slave.

What is a minion? Slave was the name given to him by eunuchs in the Ming and Qing dynasties when facing their masters—and now, it is a derogatory term.

Of course, it's a very euphemistic to say derogatory terms, but it's actually swearing.

"Yan Murong, you're provoking me." Kunlun's face turned cold, and he looked at Yan Murong and said coldly, even Yan Murong could feel that at this moment, the surrounding air seemed to freeze all of a sudden, and he could even feel a gust of cold wind floating around.

"Murderous!" Yan Murong thought to herself.

This man has killed people, and there are quite a few, otherwise how could there be such a strong murderous aura.

Automatically ignoring Kunlun's tone of almost eating people, Yan Murong asked with a smile. "You know me now?"

"What do you want?" Kunlun asked in a deep voice.

"What does he want, does he need to tell you about this minion?" I don't know when, Yan Minghua had already walked up, stood beside Yan Murong, and looked at Kunlun with an indifferent expression.

Like Yan Murong, what are the three major Chinese medicine families, what predecessors, Yan Minghua should only be invisible-she is not a person in this circle~ Zizi, there is no need to please them. Besides, with Yan Minghua's identity, there is no need to please them. What's more, this crazy woman and Yan Murong's thinking are almost the same - they never know what it means to respect the old and love the young.

Zheng Yan's face was expressionless, as if he was just a spectator, but Zheng Wuming's face was a little ugly.

Looking at Kunlun again, his face was almost angry - for Yan Murong, he could still refute two sentences, but in the face of Yan Minghua, he was a little powerless.

This crazy woman is a bright female devil in Yanjing. Now that so many people are present, I can't do anything to her, but, with her character, if she has a bad attitude towards her, or say a few words to her, I'm afraid she will really kick her little Kunlun.

"Yan Murong, as a member of the Yan family, don't you think it's a shame for the Yan family to do this?" Zheng Wuming said.

He spoke in a loud voice, and at the same time pointed out that Yan Murong was a member of the Yan family, so he hoped that Yan Murong would take care of the Yan family's face - at least not in front of so many people.

"Don't you know it's rude for you to interject while someone is talking?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming and spoke. "Also, I said I hated you - even if you are handsome, I don't play with brokeback, so I still hate you - please, if you don't speak, you can suffocate to death, if you have to say, turn your face to the side, don't let the disgusting me be."

Yan Murong's words were like a stone smashed into the calm surface of a lake, which immediately shocked everyone.

Interesting, interesting, before this TCM seminar started, there were already people fighting-for-tat, and it seems that this year's TCM seminar is not as boring as in previous years.

"You-"

Being insulted by Yan Murong again in front of so many people, Zheng Wuming wanted to get angry, but at the moment when his anger was about to explode, he suddenly endured it and smiled instead. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to make friends with this—uh, this one." Yan Murong said with a smile. "I don't know his name yet."

"Kunlun." Kunlun gritted his teeth and spit out two words.

"Kunlun?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and then laughed. "Yes, yes, the name is good enough - it's just that you don't know if you have the majestic momentum of Kunlun Mountain."

"May I ask, what idiot gave you such an arrogant name?" Yan Murong asked curiously.

"Presumptuous." Zheng Yan, who has always regarded himself as a spectator, shouted angrily.

He finally understood now why Zheng Wuming hated Yan Murong and hated itchy.

This little Wang Balamb, speaking is really too annoying, too unmoral, Rao is his age, so calm, he is angry with Yan Murong.

Because--Kunlun's name was chosen by him, and the idiot in Yan Murong's mouth was him.