Syllable!

The crisp sound made Wang An's wrist tremble slightly.

He had probably already guessed what was going on...... took the initiative to hang up the phone and call Liu Zhiyun again, but before Wang An could start pressing the first number, Ye Bei's voice came leisurely: "No need, the two of them are together!" ”

Wang An paused for a moment, immediately put away the mobile phone, bent over, and looked respectful: "Yes, master!" ”

After a few seconds of silence, Wang An asked suspiciously: "Master, I didn't tell them the address just now, do you need to call another one?" ”

"No!"

"Master, that's ......"

"It's getting late, you go and rest!"

Ye Bei said softly.

Wang An still has a lot to say......

However, after hearing Ye Bei's words, he immediately lowered his head and swallowed all the words back.

"Yes, sir, the old slave will go to rest first! If the master has any orders, just call the old slave at any time! Wang An bent down and respectfully retreated, but when he left the presidential suite, he didn't really go to rest, but walked directly towards the lobby.

He always felt that the Zhao family would not give up.

Tonight, I'm afraid, there is still some big trouble.

Inside the Presidential Suite.

Ye Bei stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the sky was completely dark, in front of the clean glass window, his own appearance was printed, and all the scenery, when the night came, he was the only one left.

Indifferently turned around.

Walk towards the coffee table in the middle of the hall.

He glanced at the soft sofa, but chose to sit on the hard chair again.

On the coffee table, the two teacups just now have been cleaned and rearranged by Wang An......

The delicate scent of tea in the air completely dissipated.

Ye Bei wanted to make another pot of tea, but found that he was the only one in the whole house, and it was not interesting to drink tea, so he stood up again, but the gaze from the corner of his eyes inadvertently swept on the horse painting hanging on one wall of the suite at this moment,

The painting is black and white, made with ink.

There are eight horses... Some of them raised their heads, as if they were looking up to the sky and roaring, while others were staring and their hooves jumped, they galloped above the smoke desert, they were burly and handsome.

This painting, at first glance, is very capable of bluffing people.

But Ye Bei could see at a glance that this was just a fake copied by later generations.

The real horse may have long since disappeared in history......

But, even so, an inexplicable thought still appeared in Ye Bei's mind.

That year, the wind was strong and the sky was full of sand and dust, Ye Bei traveled alone outside the Saiwai and met a poor Saiwai ethnic group.

Among them, the family was hospitable and invited Ye Bei to go in and taste the best mare's milk wine together.

That day......

A young man had a drink with Ye Bei.

The young man is slightly drunk and tells his ideals.

"Someday, I want the world to tremble under my feet!"

"One day, I will be the king of all men!"

"Even if it's a sandstorm, give in at my feet......"

His parents shook their heads slightly, as if they were drunk.

But the young man did not know it, his voice continued, and after drinking, his face was red.

On the side, Ye Bei just smiled lightly......

The next day, the weather improved, the sandstorm dissipated, and when Ye Bei said goodbye, the young man gave him a horse so that Ye Bei could hurry. In return, Ye Bei wanted to paint a portrait of the horse and gave it to the young man, leaving four words on the painting: A generation of Tianjiao! And then he left.

Decades later, the young man grew up, and he bravely conquered countless territories, completely conquered the outside of the country, and became one of the most famous figures in history, wielding supreme power.

His name was Temujin.

The world called him: Genghis Khan!

Ye Bei looked at it quietly...... The horse in the painting was just an imitation of his own painting, and even the four words he gave to Genghis Khan were borrowed by others over the years and widely circulated.

"Even if a generation of Tianjiao is arrogant, it can't resist the long river of time!"

Ye Bei stood in front of the painting and looked at it for more than an hour before he gently spit out such a sentence from his mouth.

His eyes were indifferent, and his voice was filled with regret.

Call......

Turn around.

With a casual wave of his arm, a low cry rang out in the room.

The fake horse picture hanging on the wall seems to have been swallowed up by a flame, and the glass that decorates it is intact, but the painting inside has all been reduced to ashes, and nothing remains......

Ye Bei returned to the bedroom.

But he didn't sleep, but walked to the bedroom window with his hands in his hand, opened the window, and let the cold wind blow in, and his hair flew flying.

Whoa!

Bang bang!

This night, destined not to be peaceful, as the night came, outside the Dingsheng Hotel, from time to time there were fierce sounds.

There will also be some screams and screams.

However, these voices could no longer affect Ye Bei's emotions in the slightest.

He was detached, he didn't care, he didn't pay attention, he didn't even look at it, he let time pass......

……

Following!

The morning sun rises from the east, dispelling the darkness, and the entire city of Q is restored to a bright place.

After a night of precipitation.

The snow on the roofs of those houses in Q City has quietly melted.

Many buildings are hung with sharp icicles, exuding coldness.

And the pedestrians who kept passing by below did not notice at all that there was a sharp blade suspended above their heads all the time.

When the sunlight shone through the glass window on Ye Bei's robe, his body moved slightly, and he walked towards the hall outside the bedroom, his eyes were gloomy, like an immortal......

He was walking to the floor-to-ceiling window, and the door to the presidential suite was pushed open again.

The person who came was Wang An.

Wang An bent over, looking old...... There was still a little tiredness in the corners of his eyes, and there were some bloodshots in his pupils.

Walked slowly behind Ye Bei, broke the silent atmosphere, and said respectfully: "Master, they came to find trouble again at night!" However, it's all settled, and I've arranged for a lot of people to enter Q City, and it's completely under control......"

"Hmm!"

Ye Bei smelled a faint smell of blood from Wang An, but he hummed softly in his mouth.

"Master, look, today we are ......" Wang An hesitated for a moment and continued.

Ye Bei: "Are you injured?" ”

"A small injury, the old slave can recover in a few days of cultivation." Wang An's voice was hoarse.

Ye Bei: "The Zhao family? ”

"Yes, sir!" Wang An nodded, and in his bloodshot pupils, a terrifying killing intent was revealed at this moment.

To be honest, there were so many things that happened this night, and he Wang An didn't expect it at all.

Zhao Kun woke up and recovered......

will definitely tell Zhao Shansheng what happened to the Immortal Concept.

The master is back, after Zhao Shansheng learned the news, he didn't come here to apologize, and he dared to send out waves of people to sneak attack at night, this is simply an unforgivable crime!

If it weren't for Ye Bei's disagreement......

At night, maybe he, Wang An, will lead someone to level the entire Zhao family.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt, Wang An still wanted to speak, but his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere was silent again.

Another half an hour passed......

"Go to Zhao's house!"

Ye Bei's voice suddenly sounded, and Wang An, who was standing behind, trembled violently, and his rickety body gradually straightened!