Wujiang, somewhere in a courtyard.

Ye Qingyang, who had breakfast, walked out of the house and came to the courtyard.

In a corner of the courtyard, there is an old locust tree.

The trunk of the old locust tree is very thick, and it looks like it is at least seventy or eighty years old.

Perhaps, because the weather is getting cooler, the locust tree does not have dense shade, and the breeze blows, and from time to time there are pieces of leaves, slowly falling.

Under the tree, there was a recliner, Ye Qingyang, walked straight to the recliner, turned around, and lay down directly.

When you lie down, the side you face is exactly east.

At this time, the sun is hanging in the sky, wantonly swaying its own light.

The sunlight in the early morning was not dazzling, Ye Qingyang looked at it tightly, and couldn't help but think of that person in his heart.

"Da!"

"Da!"

"Da!"

Footsteps rang out.

Ye Qingyang turned his head to look at it, and then smiled slightly, but then put away his smile again.

Ever since his grandson Xi Li's shoulders were cut off by that man, every time he saw Xueli, he would think of Xi Lilai.

Thinking of it, he was lying on the bed, in pain.

However, what can he do, he who claims to be a genius in the sky, I'm afraid he can't even beat one of Mr. Du's dogs!

He is not a fool, knowing that there is no hope of revenge, and he still goes to hit the stone with an egg.

Whether it was Ning Lao's attitude towards Mr. Du before, or Mr. Du's black dog on Mingyue Lake, they were all firming up his Ye Qingyang and trying his best to please Du Shengping's heart.

"Grandpa, will you go see Mr. Du in a moment?"

Ye Xueli, who came to Ye Qingyang's side, spoke.

When Ye Qingyang saw him just now, he was obviously stunned, he was smart since he was a child, how could he not understand, at that moment, Ye Qingyang must have thought of Ye Xili.

Ye Xueli understood the contradiction in his grandfather's heart, even if he wanted to kill Mr. Du with a sword, he had to curry favor with him in order to give the Ye family a chance to survive.

On the recliner, Ye Qingyang paused slightly when he heard the sound, and then slowly raised his left hand and looked at the time.

"I left for half an hour to meet Mr. Du. ”

"I'll send you?"

Ye Xueli asked.

Ye Qingyang shook his head.

"No, Mr. Du, since I am allowed to go alone, then I will just cross the void and go,

By the way, he's at the One Royal Hotel, right?"

"Yes, yesterday, I specifically asked the captain of the special task force in Wujiang, Zheng Weiguo, when I arrived at the hotel, I could go directly to the hotel owner Wang Mang. ”

Yesterday, Ye Xueli only asked for a rough address, and did not go to which suite in detail.

After all, even if you knew, you wouldn't, and you would go straight to the door of the suite and knock on the door.

rushed to the door, I am afraid that Mr. Du will not like it.

"Good. ”

Ye Qingyang replied and slowly closed his eyes.

In the sun, he felt a little warm.

About twenty minutes later, Ye Qingyang slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

When I returned to the house, I tidied up my clothes and face.

After all, if you want to meet Mr. Du, you need to be dignified and not too casual.

Grandson Ye Xueli also left the courtyard just now, but he didn't need to say hello, walked out of the house, and came to the courtyard again.

Once you've stood still, raise your hand and flick it.

The figure suddenly became illusory, Ye Qingyang looked down and smiled calmly, since he stepped into the half-step human immortal, he could use these subtle techniques to hide his body and restrain his breath.

Concentrating slightly, Ye Qingyang raised his feet and stepped towards the ground, and then, the whole person rose to the sky.

Quadrangle, not far from No. 1 Royal Hotel.

Soon, Ye Qingyang showed his figure in a small alley near the hotel.

Ye Qingyang straightened up, with some crooked collars of his clothes, and then walked towards the outside of the alley.

A few minutes later, Ye Qingyang came to the hotel lobby and saw the one Ye Xueli said, the hotel owner Wang Mang.

"Ye Lao, hello, Mr. Du has explained, you are here, go to his suite, let's go, I will take you over. ”

Looking at Ye Lao, who was somewhat familiar in front of him, Wang Mang said with a smile.

Yes.

Familiar!

Wang Mang always felt that he had seen this old man where he had been.

And, he was sure, the old man was a big man.

Between his thoughts, Wang Mang couldn't help laughing, can he drink Mr. Du, a person who has connections, will he be a small person?

Soon, Ye Qingyang, under the leadership of Wang Mang, came to the door of a suite.

"Ye Lao, this is Mr. Du's suite, you can go in. ”

While speaking, Wang Mang took the room card and opened the door of the suite.

"Good. ”

Ye Qingyang answered, and then pushed open the door of the suite.

Seeing this, Wang Mang turned around and left, just thinking about what Mr. Du explained in the morning, he forgot to let people make sweet and sour pork ribs for the dog master.

What's even more strange is that the dog master didn't say to look for him.

Wang Mang estimated that the dog master was angry, and he had to ask someone to make a large portion of sweet and sour pork ribs and bring it to the dog master.

"Squeak!"

The belt that pushed the suite open loudly made a sound.

Entering the suite, Ye Qingyang turned around and closed the door of the suite.

Looking around, Ye Qingyang frowned slightly, and he found that there was no one in the suite.

This......

Ye Qingyang couldn't help but think, Mr. Du, let yourself enter this suite is to let yourself wait here for him to come back?

Right.

It should be.

Ye Qingyang, who thought that he knew it in his heart, stepped aside, stood still, and began to wait.

He didn't look for a stool, or a couch, to sit down and wait.

He was afraid of Mr. Du, and when he came back, he was unhappy when he saw it.

When the time comes, it will be you who will be unlucky.

Time passes little by little,

Looking at the empty suite, Ye Qingyang, who was a half-step immortal, slowly felt his legs sore.

Well?

Suddenly, Ye Qingyang saw a golden light flashing next to the sofa not far away.

"Buzz!"

A faint voice rang out.

The golden light exploded in response. A pale golden curtain of light was formed.

Ye Qingyang looked at the light curtain with his eyes constricted.

In the light curtain, a humanoid phantom gradually revealed.

Not much.

The humanoid phantom turned his head to look at Ye Qingyang and said indifferently.

"Ye Qingyang, you have a hatred for me, after all, I cut off two of your grandson's shoulders. ”

Ye Qingyang looked ahead with frightened eyes, the phantom that was very similar to Mr. Du, at this time, in his heart, he was even more shocked, Mr. Du's unpredictable ability.

"If you cut off my grandson's shoulders, I naturally have hatred. ”

Concentrating slightly, Ye Qingyang said truthfully.

He didn't lie.

He, Ye Qingyang, has never told a lie in this prosperous China for more than 60 years.

He, Du Shengbi, since he asked, he told the truth.

The humanoid phantom, hearing the sound, nodded.

"Very well, this shows that you are not a hypocrisy. ”

When Ye Qingyang heard this, he didn't understand what Du Shengping meant, so he bowed down and said to the phantom.

"I don't know, Mr. Du asked me to come, what's the matter?"

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