"Xiao Qi, are you okay. ”

Looking at the three backs in the distance, Yang Ming walked out of the house and helped Xiao Qi up on the ground in the yard.

"It's okay, Xiao Qi is very beaten. ”

On the puffy half of Xiao Qi's face, his eyes squeezed open a thin slit, squinted, and grinned.

"Childe, I haven't congratulated you on advancing to the day after tomorrow, if it spreads, it will definitely be the first young master in our Xiong'an!"

Yang Ming shook his head lightly and smiled without saying a word.

He understood that Xiao Qi avoided the important and changed the topic for his own sake, after all, Yang Junhao also had a father who was an elder the day after tomorrow, so there was no need to set up a strong enemy for him.

It's just, after all, it's your own person, how can you just forget it?

"Xiao Qi, in fact, when I slapped Yang Junhao just now, I really wanted to kill him with one palm, but at the last moment, I changed my mind and withdrew ninety percent of my strength......."

Yang Ming walked and sat on the stone table on the side, poured a cup of tea, and drank it leisurely.

"It has always been taboo to break in when others are practicing, not to mention that I have now entered the day after tomorrow, and I have nothing to say if I beat Yang Junhao to death, even if it is his father, even if his father may hold a grudge against me because I killed his son, I am not afraid at all, but in the end I still stayed, do you know why?"

"Huh?"

Xiao Qi's face was a little dazed.

"Because I think death is the easiest punishment in the world, look at it, he will soon regret what he did today, and even spend his life to pay it .......back later."

.......

In a mansion in Dongcheng District, in the wide hall, Yang Junhao was kneeling on the ground, reluctant to raise his head.

On top of the first seat, a middle-aged man with a Chinese face was glaring at him angrily.

It was Yang Junhao's father, Yang Desheng.

Syllable!

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound, and Yang Junhao's face became red and swollen.

"Old man......"

Seeing this scene, a graceful and luxurious woman in palace clothes next to her was about to step forward to persuade her, but she was glared at by Yang Desheng who was sitting on a chair, and all the words choked in her throat and couldn't speak.

"Mother, how defeated, do you know how much trouble this bastard has caused this time!"

Seeing that the women still wanted to defend Yang Junhao, Yang Desheng immediately became angry, and slapped his palm on the table, like a loud thunder that frightened the people who were cleaning outside, and the terrifying force even left a deep palm print on the table forged by Xuantie wood.

The woman in the palace costume hurriedly walked to Yang Deyong's side, gently placed her hand behind him and patted it gently, as if she wanted to use this to make Yang Desheng dissipate her anger.

"Jun Hao has indeed done too much this time, otherwise how about I take my dowry over to him to apologize? After all, Jun Hao is also our son. The palace woman's voice said softly.

"Hmph, you'd better expect that person to stop here, otherwise the matter will go to the Elder Council, and you should know the consequences of the matter. ”

The hand of the woman in the palace costume seemed to have a strange magic, and Yang Desheng's sky-high anger was gradually calmed down, and he casually picked up the tea next to the table and took a sip, but his face was still not very good-looking.

The conversation of his parents entered the ears of Yang Junhao, who was kneeling on the ground, and he gritted his teeth, raised his head and shouted loudly to his father.

"Father, then Yang Ming is just a newcomer, are you so afraid of him!"

Silence, deathly silence.

At this moment, in the hall, there was so silence that even a pin dropped on the ground could be heard clearly.

Yang Desheng's face was dark and gloomy, and he could almost wring out water.

He put the teacup heavily on the table, his eyes fixed on Yang Junhao.

"You're right, I'm just afraid of you, Laozi! I'm afraid that our main vein will be cut off in my hands! You immediately go back to the room for me to think about it, I don't have to come to see me, although you are my eldest son Yang Desheng, I really don't miss you a son!"

word by word, almost like a thousand tons of hammer hit Yang Junhao's heart fiercely.

His face was pale, and he looked blankly at his mother beside Yang Desheng, but even his mother, who had always doted on him, turned his head slightly.

"Yes...... The child quits ......."

Yang Junhao hoarsely voiced, his whole body strength seemed to be completely lost at that moment, and the whole person walked out like a marionette whose strength had been exhausted.

Seeing her son's lonely back, the woman in the palace was about to speak, but when she saw Yang Desheng's iron-green face, she held back her words.

"Come on, go and find Daniel Zhang and Zhao Hou for me!"

Yang Desheng shouted, and the family members who were standing like wood on both sides of the gate outside the hall suddenly arched their hands inside, turned around and walked out.

After a while, on the floor in the hall, two more figures knelt in front of Yang Desheng.

Daniel Zhang, Zhao Hou, the two retinues who usually follow Yang Junhao to protect him, have cultivated to the realm of the late stage of forging.

"You two...... Do you know it's wrong?"

Yang Desheng sat on the first seat, his eyes closed, and his voice did not have the slightest emotion.

"Yes. ”

The two of them lowered their heads, their faces were a little pale, and their foreheads were clen.

Yang Desheng snorted coldly, slowly stood up, put his hands behind his back, and slowly circled around the two with a gloomy face.

The air became particularly solemn at this moment, and Daniel Zhang and Zhao Hou only felt as if a mountain was pressing on their hearts, making people breathless.

"I know what my son is....... Say, who instigated him to do that stupid thing!"

Yang Desheng turned his back to the two people kneeling on the ground, and the invisible pressure in the air became heavier and heavier.

"Old, sir....... This morning....... The third prince invited the young master to drink......."

Daniel Zhang's mouth was a little dry, and he replied in a hoarse voice.

"Good, good!"

Yang Desheng's emotionless voice contained anger that others couldn't imagine.

It's just that he can become an acquired master, which one will be a simple character? So he hid this anger very well in his heart.

"Although it is not your intention, but after all, it is a big crime to violate the rules of the clan and beat you to death, even I can't help you, I hope you don't blame me........ Don't worry, I'll take care of your family. ”

Yang Desheng turned his back to the two and said in a deep voice.

Daniel Zhang and Zhao Hou both showed bitter looks on their faces, the two of them were reluctant to make a move on Yang Ming at the beginning because of the great crime of slave bullying the master, but unfortunately they and the others failed to stick to it at that time, and they were lucky, hoping that Yang Desheng would be able to settle things afterwards, but who knew that Yang Ming actually advanced to the Houtian Realm half a day ago and became a member of the Yang Clan's high-level combat power?

"Master, Daniel Zhang (Zhao Hou) go also!"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and then he raised his hand tremblingly, and used all the power of his body to slam down on his head.

"Wait!"

Just when the two were about to kill themselves, Yang Desheng suddenly spoke up.

The palms that were falling between the two suddenly stopped, and a fresh breeze puffed up.

And Yang Desheng, who was facing away from them, had a flickering look in his eyes and a cloudy face.

"You ....... Go to Yang Ming to ask for the guilt yourself, and deal with it with him......."

Yang Desheng, an old fox, is unwilling to bear the notoriety of being a servant who is forced to die after all.