Yan Xiangnuan's words were actually not very sharp, but they also made Yoshizawa Iki and Yoshizawa Murakami exhausted, because they didn't expect Yan Xiangnuan to start with Su Zhongwen now, Yan Xiangnuan and Su Zhongwen's original things, as a woman, she couldn't hide it, and she wished that there was no Su Zhongwen.

After all, those things about Yan Xiangnuan and Su Zhongwen are absolutely impossible to forgive if they are Japanese men, and they naturally feel that Yan Xiangnuan should not dare to mention them, and they pretend not to know each other, and they are also trying to be perfunctory.

"I wonder who this young lady is?" Yoshizawa Murakami looked at Yan Xiangnuan and asked.

"This is my closed disciple, Yan Xiangnuan." Zhang Yuan opened his mouth to explain Yan Xiangnuan's identity.

"Mr. Zhang is really a blessing." Yoshizawa Murakami opened his mouth appreciatively: "Miss Yan looks talented and intelligent, and her ability is good, so she must be able to fulfill the true inheritance of your old husband." Yoshizawa Murakami continued to pat himself on the back and say nice things along the way.

"Passing the prize." Zhang Yuan answered.

"When you went to China, you dealt with the Xuan family with Missili, causing more than a dozen members of the Xuan family to die innocently and tragically, this incident is my senior brother's personal experience, I saw it with my own eyes, you don't deny it!" Zhang Yuan and Yoshizawa Murakami played Tai Chi, but Yang Qing did not calm down, looking at this Yoshizawa Murakami pretending to be innocent and polite, he opened his mouth to mention the events of the year.

Missili conspired with Yoshizawa Iki before, Yoshizawa Iki was ruthless and cunning, and never showed up, so he didn't seize the handle, but the evidence of Yoshizawa Murakami's collusion with Misili to deal with Xuanmo's family was conclusive, and now Xuanmo is a disciple of Xuanmen, and it is natural to ask for justice.

Yoshizawa Ikki can clear up the relationship, but Yoshizawa Murakami must be responsible for what he did back then, more than a dozen members of the Xuan family died innocently and tragically, what a bloody thing, no matter how you say it, you can't reveal it in a few words.

"This ......" Yoshizawa Murakami obviously didn't expect Yang Qing to directly mention the events of the year: "Mr. Zhang, for the affairs of the Xuan family back then, the contemptible people have always felt deeply guilty, that incident is indeed the fault of my Yoshizawa family, but in order to make up for the sins I caused over the years, I have burned incense devoutly, I only hope to atone for myself, and I also hope that Mr. Zhang can not blame the past, everyone has a time to make mistakes, and I, Yoshizawa Murakami, is also sincerely repentant, there is an old saying in Huaguo that does not say, get people and spare people, There is also a saying that it is time to repay grievances. Yoshizawa Murakami said sincerely, and he was also very angry, and stood up at the same time, obviously the head of the Yoshizawa family, stood up and bowed deeply to Xuanmo.

"Mr. Xuan, I also hope that you can forgive me for what I did back then, I will try my best to make up for you, if you have any requirements, you can mention it, but whatever our Yoshizawa family can do, we have nothing to say." Yoshizawa Murakami turned his head and looked at Xuanmo sincerely.

Xuan Mo pursed his lips, his eyes cold.

"Huh." Yan Xiangnuan sneered when he heard what he said.

Zhang Yuan also pursed his lips and didn't speak, more than a dozen members of the Xuan family died tragically back then, this matter is not guilty, such sins cannot be easily atoned for, the blood sea of deep hatred wants to reveal it in a few words, that is wishful thinking, and as Xuanmo's master, even if there is a saying that he will be a teacher for one day and a father for life, he still can't forgive Xuanmo without authorization.

Some blood feuds don't settle over time.

Moreover, Yoshizawa Murakami shouted guilt on his lips, but it was not the case in action, and Yoshizawa Iki did not say so, so his current sincerity was all a lie, Zhang Yuan was not a soft-eared person, knowing that this was a wolf dressed in sheepskin and pretending to be garlic, this family has great ambitions and goals!

"Mr. Yoshizawa, I have a question for you, I wonder if you can solve my doubts?" Yan Xiangnuan smiled, his tone was normal, but he was not respectful.

"Miss Yan, please speak." Don't look at Yoshizawa Murakami is a U countryman, but the Chinese language is very familiar, the Chinese Chinese he speaks very well, even better than most Chinese speakers, Yan Xiangnuan's attitude is not good, but the other party has a completely unmindful expression, can bend and stretch.

"Mr. Yoshizawa Murakami is so well aware of the righteousness, I think, since you feel that the blood and hatred can be erased with guilt, then if I accidentally kill Mr. Yoshizawa Iki one day, please don't be too sad, Mr. Yoshizawa, maybe I have to do it too, and then, I sincerely apologize to you in advance, I believe that Mr. Yoshizawa will definitely not be guilty of the past, right!" Yan Xiangnuan said, directly touching the Huangquan dagger behind him.

The Huangquan dagger spun in a circle in Yan Xiangnuan's palm, and then flew towards Yoshizawa Inoki, fast and fierce.

As soon as Yoshizawa Iki saw Yan Xiangnuan's move, he immediately turned sideways to avoid dodging, and at the same time, his face was also gloomy, and with a snort, seven or eight ninjas in black, who seemed to be defenseless in the lobby, flashed violently, the kind of ninjas whose whole bodies were tightly wrapped.

"Yo, there are so many people who suddenly appeared, I was just joking!" Yan Xiangnuan glanced around, looked at the ninjas of the Wa Kingdom, raised his hand to recall the Huangquan dagger, and held Huangquan in his hand to play.

Yan Xiangnuan spoke lightly, but his eyes looked at Yoshizawa Murakami mockingly.

"......" Ji Zecun's face froze, and his smile began to change, and his eyes as fierce as eagles stared at Yan Xiangnuan for a long time: "Miss Yan really loves to joke." ”

"No, obviously, you're more of a joker." Yan Xiangnuan answered simply.

"......" Yoshizawa Murakami is a little poor in words, and Yan Xiangnuan does not play cards according to common sense, which makes him a little unsure of what to do.

Yan Xiangnuan has never been the kind of person who will give people face, her speech is prickly, and it is her nature to be so sharp that people can't stand it.

"Mr. Yoshizawa, you haven't answered my words yet?" Yan Xiangnuan smiled and continued to ask.

She wants to hear what else this Yoshizawa Murakami can say, but, in terms of shamelessness, she really can't compare to this Yoshizawa Murakami, this is a shameless old monster, and I don't know why, the first time she saw this Yoshizawa Murakami, Yan Xiangnuan felt that this old man was not only ruthless, but also had an evil aura.

That kind of breath made Yan Xiangnuan uncomfortable, and he didn't like it either.

Yoshizawa Murakami faced Yan Xiangnuan's question, his expression was a little embarrassed, he understood the threat and meaning of Yan Xiangnuan's words, Yan Xiangnuan asked this, no matter how he answered, he obviously suffered.

If he replied that he could forgive Yan Xiangnuan's mistake, this woman would turn around and kill Yoshizawa Iki in minutes, if he said that he couldn't forgive, then what he said before was obviously nonsense, how could the blood feud be perfunctory with guilt.