The cold wind, mixed with that arrogant and unreasonable voice, gave Wei Mo a great headache and annoyance.

He turned his head and saw a group of people under the porch. It was a group of young men in Tsing Yi, who were the personal servants of the young masters in the house.

The first one, although he is a Tsing Yi Dai hat, but the material of his clothes is not comparable to others. The face is white, the figure is tall and thin, the ten fingers are slender, and the arrogance is not even much lighter than that of some masters.

In addition to arrogance, he also has extraordinary self-confidence, even a little overdone. Wei Mo knew that this confidence came from his own strength.

After a little weighing, Wei Mo could sense its strength, which was about the peak of the first order and the second level, and was about to break through and enter the third level.

As a minion, at the age of a teenager, it is really rare to have the strength of not losing to the young masters. It's no wonder that this person is so arrogant.

Wei Mo felt that he was familiar, so he looked hard, trying to search his memory for the man.

"Oh, it's him. Vermo muttered to himself, glanced at them, and turned to walk away.

From the other man's eyebrows, Wei Mo recognized him. If you are not mistaken, this person should be called Yiming, and he is Wei Dinghai's personal attendant.

Usually, Wei Mo and Wei Dinghai do not intersect, that is, they only meet each other during the New Year's Festival, and they have to meet each other, and this is especially true of He Yiming. What's more, Wei Mo doesn't have this thing every year. Young people, one thing a year, it's normal not to recognize them.

Compared to the last time, Yi Ming was taller, his lips had a thick layer of cyan fluff, and his voice had changed, moving closer to the man. The last time we met, we were both children around 10 years old.

Wei Mo's indifferent attitude caused an uproar among the little guys.

"Isn't this the famous Young Master Mo, how could he come to the garden?"

"That is, there is a rule in this garden, which is that Young Master Mo and dogs are not allowed to enter!"

The latter's words caused everyone to laugh.

Yiming also laughed twice, but his face was quickly covered with a layer of frost.

Recently, Wei Dinghai has been in a bad mood, and most of it is related to this wild species. The master is in a bad mood, and the life of being a slave is naturally not easy. No, at noon, Wei Dinghai encountered a bottleneck in his cultivation, so he reprimanded him for some reason, and whipped him three times, and the wound is still hot and painful now.

Yiming put this account all on Wei Mo.

"I was about to look for him, but he sent him to the door, or I will teach him a good lesson today, and let out this evil breath!" he said secretly.

He walked quickly up to Wemo and circled around him. The group of dogs behind him were naturally not willing to fall behind.

The master has the circle of the master, and the slave naturally has the circle of the slave. Yiming is serving Wei Dinghai, the future master of the Wei family, and he is naturally the pearl of this circle.

Everyone watched with amazement, and Yiming naturally wouldn't let himself lose face. Although after seeing Wei Mo for the first time, he was slightly taken aback in his heart.

I haven't seen him for a while, and the bad luck in this kid is gone, replaced by a tall figure and confident eyes.

Yes, it's that kind of look, Yiming can't see it the most. What's so great about you? Even if you are the son of the patriarch, but your origin is unknown, this family can't tolerate you at all, okay? Don't think that Lao Tzu is a slave, so I'm afraid of you! In terms of status, Lao Tzu is actually much taller than you! Yiming thought indignantly in his heart.

He looked down and saw the medicine bag in Wei Mo's hand, and snorted: "Hmph, Young Master Mo, where have you been walking around?"

Wei Mo raised his eyebrows: "Yiming, right? Don't you think you're too bold?"

The crowd was in an uproar.

As Yiming thought, none of them felt that their status was much lower than Wei Mo, and in this family, Wei Mo was not even as good as a dog.

Slaves bully masters, about the same.

"Bold wild seed, you dare to talk to our brother Ming like this, do you think your life is too pure?" a small guy pointed at Wei Mo and shouted.

The few people next to him are not far behind, and if you say a word to me, you will almost drown Wei Mo with a spittle star.

Fawning favor with Yiming is tantamount to bringing the relationship between his young master, young lady and Wei Dinghai closer, they are not stupid at all. But it's just a verbal attack, and the real hammer has to be inscribed.

Yiming likes to see Wei Mo being besieged, alone, how funny!

Seeing Wei Mo, Yiming suddenly thought of the maid Qin'er in his yard, tsk, that girl was a natural stunner. Not to mention those young masters, just the minions of the right age in this mansion, how many midnight dreams back, won't they meet Qin'er?

Yiming too, I like the piano very much. Thinking of Qin'er, he became a little disgusted with Wei Mo again.

It just so happened that during this period of cultivation, he had gone up a small step again. Climb to the pinnacle of a first-order dual martial arts cultivator, and take Wei Mo to practice his hands.

With a wave of their hands, everyone was silent.

Yi Ming said: "Our young master has lost something, we are looking around, what are you holding in your hand? Take it out and take a look!" Of course, this is a lie, in fact, several of them have just finished dinner and are about to go back to their residences.

Wei Mo scratched the door, a little embarrassed.

Of course, Yiming and the others will not know why he is in trouble. Of course, he has the strength and the position, so he went to crack Yiming, but it was too much.

What to do?

His face was embarrassed, but it was interpreted by everyone as fear. A waste firewood that can't cultivate a martial vein, and a wild species that has no resource allocation all year round, in this case, it's strange not to be afraid.

"Where to lose it, where to find it, you can't see my things. Wei Mo said, "The dog minion still doesn't get out of the way, wait for me to kick you away?"

The tone was faint, and the voice seemed to be weak, and everyone laughed even more when they heard it.

"Brother Ming, he said he was going to kick you, the key is, can he lift his legs and feet?"

After laughing, he suddenly felt creepy, and a cold wind inexplicably penetrated into his collar, causing him to roll up from the bottom to the top of his hair. It was as if it was being stared at by a fierce beast, and it was like a cold whirlwind. But here, there are no wild beasts, and there is no wind at this time.

Strange thing, the cotton robe is obviously well dressed, he secretly wraps his clothes tightly, waiting for the development of the situation, I am afraid that there will be a good show to watch today.

He didn't know that the creepy just now was because Wei Mo glanced at him.

Brush!

Before the garment was finished, the little guy flew up, slammed into one osmanthus tree, and then bounced onto another gardenia tree, and hung on the branches.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the man in surprise, and then at each other, and they all wondered: "How did he fly up?"

"Ouch, xxx, who's kicking me in the ass?" the little guy snorted in pain on the branch.

Everyone was amazed because no one paid attention to what had just happened. Only Yiming, surprised, his heart sank.

Just now, he clearly saw a leg shadow brushing and hitting the little guy. He thought he was dazzled, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"This guy, when did he have this strength?" Yiming said secretly.