As soon as Ye Xiu's gaze came over, the entourage trembled, and the hand holding Yun Kuo immediately shrank, held it above his head, and gave up resisting: "Don't hit me, I'll go!" ”

Yun Kuo's skull slammed to the ground, and his head, which was already blue and purple, had another swollen lump, his eyes were closed, and he had already fainted in pain just now.

At this time, a thick rebuke came through the courtyard wall.

"Who dares to come to Yefu to be presumptuous!"

A middle-aged man in a brown butler's robe, with a few martial artists, rushed into the courtyard.

Ye Xiu glanced at it, it was Yuanbao's father, that is, Steward Yuan.

Steward Yuan was originally a powerful general under Ye Xiao, but he was lame in a counterinsurgency, and since then he has become the butler of Ye Mansion, and he must obey Ye Xiu's words on weekdays.

It was also because Steward Yuan only listened to Ye Xiu's words that the third lady had no way to take Ye Xiu.

Steward Yuan said to Ye Xiu with a look of self-reproach: "It's my dereliction of duty, I'm late, are you okay, young master?" ”

"I'm fine, you can watch and deal with them." Ye Xiu pointed to Yun Kuo on the ground, as well as Qing Gong Leopard and the others.

Steward Yuan looked at Qinggong Leopard, and was shocked, isn't this a soul casting period, how can the martial soul be scrapped, and the wound is a one-trick scrap.

Steward Yuan hurriedly glanced at the servants in the courtyard: "Who did this, did a good job, protected the safety of the young master, saved the face of our general's mansion, and followed me to the account room to receive the reward in a while!" ”

The servants in the courtyard looked at each other, and one of the servants whispered to remind Steward Yuan, "It's the young master himself." ”

Steward Yuan slapped the servant in the face: "Now is the time for a joke?" The young master did it, why don't you say it's made from the tree in the yard? ”

The servant covered his face and said aggrievedly: "It's really the young master." ”

Steward Yuan was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye Xiu with inquiring eyes.

"It's me, but it seems like a bit heavier." The corners of Ye Xiu's eyebrows curled slightly, and he replied to Steward Yuan.

Steward Yuan's mouth opened in surprise, and he couldn't close it for a long time: "Young Master, you?" Can you cultivate? "Since Ye Xiu was six years old, Steward Yuan has come to Ye Mansion.

In Steward Yuan's memory, not to mention a person in the soul casting period, even an ordinary person with a little more strength can hammer the young master up.

Can't condense the martial soul, and the young master who has no power to restrain the chicken can deal with the soul casting period empty-handed?

This completely impossible thing made Steward Yuan look confused.

But Ye Xiu's serious expression, as well as a few miscellaneous pieces lying on the ground, made Steward Yuan have to wonder if it was possible for his young master to awaken from the vulgar body and have a martial soul?

"Sort of, I can cultivate."

is still a calm tone, but Steward Yuan blew up.

"Young master, why didn't you tell me about such a big thing! I need to write a letter to inform my lord of this! ”

"Don't get excited, it's just a type soul, and the shape is very unoptimistic."

As soon as he thought of that bone, Ye Xiu's head hurt.

So Ye Xiu opened the topic and pointed to Yun Kuo, whose face was swollen like a pig in a coma: "Steward Yuan, this person seems to be the eldest young master of the Yun family, there is no problem with beating him like this, right?" ”

After all, the Yun family is good at running business, although there are no martial arts talents, but it is better to be rich, and money can make the truth that ghosts push and grind is also common in the Cangyuan Continent.

If the Yun family causes frequent trouble because of this, it will be a pain for Steward Yuan.

"Young master, don't worry." Steward Yuan swept his eyes contemptuously and ordered someone to fetch a bucket of water.