"Patrick Grovei? seems to be the genius of the side?" Yang Long raised his eyebrows and said with some surprise.

But this time Emmijie didn't say anything, and there was a disapproving expression on his face, obviously in his opinion, Yang Long was just more than ten years, and he had gone from an ordinary person to a powerhouse that could rival the top professionals, and any genius was a piece of compared to him.

If Emmijie knew that Yang Long had tortured and killed eight adventurers with one enemy against eight, he would definitely be even more disdainful of the word genius.

Yang Long was a little surprised when he didn't hear Emily's echo, but when he saw the expression on the other party's face, he also guessed Emily's thoughts, smiled and ignored it.

"Well, the situation is roughly understood. After a moment of silence, Yang Long said to Emily, "Lead the way ahead." ”

"Obey, young master!"

Emmijie nodded, and then took Yang Long to a compound on the right side of the carriage, directly pushed the door open and walked towards the depths of the courtyard, and within a few minutes, a master and a servant arrived in front of a three-story building.

"Young Master, this is the house where Lady El lives. Emmijie pointed to the cabin in front of her, a look of shame on her face.

This house is only ten meters high, covers an area of up to eighty square meters, and the casting process looks very simple, where it looks like the residence of the first lady of the patriarch who controls half of the financial resources of a large family.

However, after Yang Long knew the situation, he was already mentally prepared, and he didn't say anything, nodded and prepared to walk into the house. was stopped by a professional in front of the house.

"Wait, who are you?" The professional who stopped him, who looked almost forty years old from his face, saw that Yang Long wanted to enter, and unceremoniously blocked the door and said: "Where did the little guy come from?

I have to say that Yang Long's face has changed to a certain extent after he was promoted, and the explosion at the time of promotion made him only have a thin layer of hair, and he looks like a stunned person who has broken into the ground by mistake.

"Hehe, I don't even know me?" Yang Long sneered twice. Turning to look at Emie Jay, "Who is this guy?"

"Looks like Lord Aiden Grovefeld's guard. Young Master!" Amijie was also very angry, and was about to step forward as she spoke, but was stopped by Yang Long.

Through perception, he can clearly know that this forty-something professional. Has the strength of the eighth-order upper position. Amy's outstanding hand will definitely not be able to beat it. It will also lose face.

The professionals on the other side, although they recognized Emily, did not know what Emie Jay said. Seeing Yang Long make a move to stop him, he also pointed his fingers and said, "Amijie, who are you bringing here, why are there no rules at all?"

Before the professional could finish speaking, Yang Long had already jumped forward and pounced towards the professional.

"You!miss, small" The eighth-order professional was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted, shouting loudly to warn, while leaning sideways to take the two one-handed long swords leaning against the wall, but he was still half a beat slower.

In less than a second, Yang Long had already crossed the distance of more than a meter, and his right hand directly pushed the professional's head, slamming into the white stone wall fiercely, making a muffled sound.

Bang -

A professional who did not wear armor could withstand such an impact, and his entire head was smashed to pieces on the spot, and his body fell to the ground limply, his brain and blood mixed together.

"Uh" Almijie was taken aback by Yang Long's ferocity, and looked at the professional who had lost his breath of life in a daze, as if he was a little incredulous, Yang Long didn't pay attention to him, but squatted down slightly.

Wow

There was a sound of heavy footsteps, approaching quickly from the inside of the hut, and then the door was opened~ with a bang, and a defensive warrior wearing heavy armor and even his head covered by an iron helmet walked out menacingly.

"Emmijie, who is he?" Yang Long snorted.

At this time, Emmijie woke up, relieved herself from her sluggishness, heard Yang Long's shout, and subconsciously prepared to reply: "He is Master Aiden Grovefe"

"Amy Jay, you damn fellow!" The defense warrior had tenth-order strength, and when he saw his companion whose head had disappeared, he let out an earth-shattering roar: "I must take you, and this"

Whew――

Yang Long, who jumped up, jumped to the chest of the defending warrior in an instant at lightning speed, and then hit the center of the defensive warrior's iron helmet with a heavy knee.

Click――

In the unpleasant sound of metal bending, Emmijie couldn't believe it to see that the iron helmet, which was five centimeters thick, was directly concave inward by this blow, with a depth of at least ten centimeters, but Yang Long's knees were not even scratched by leather pants.

Large strands of blood, mixed with rotten skin and flesh, trickled from the edge of the iron helmet, and the heavily armored defensive warrior flew backwards like a stone, heavily embedded in the white stone wall.

Boom -

In the midst of the loud roar, the impact force that could not be transmitted wrapped around the corpse of the defending warrior directly collapsed a corner of the hut, causing the entire small building to shake violently.

Such a loud noise caused the dead soldiers belonging to the Loraine Grove family in the other residences of the courtyard to hurry over, but under Emmiji's explanation, they all froze.

Is the young master back?

Every dead soldier cultivated by Loland Grovee was completely shocked by the news, and then looked at the corpse of the eighth-order professional who died tragically on the ground, as well as the small half of the corner that had been knocked down, and couldn't help but feel an irrepressible joy in his heart.

However, Yang Long didn't bother with these dead soldiers, but gestured to Emmiji, opened the door and slowly walked into the small building

Five minutes ago, the third floor of the small building.

"Sister Al, think about it. A young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a seven-point resemblance to Al, was playing with an antique of great value, and gently persuaded: "Master Michael Grovee, you are really serious. ”

Hearing his sister's words, Al Grovefe, now twenty-four years old, had no expression on his face at all, but responded almost as if it were etiquette, "Oh, yes?"

"How could I lie to you! A smile appeared on the girl's face, of course she understood Al's thoughts, but she still convinced: "Young Master Michael is only twenty-nine years old, and he is already a seventh-order high-ranking flame mage!"

"Hehe, that's amazing. "El is not salty and does not lightly respond and say,

Such an attitude made the girl frown, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "Sister, don't you still want to face the fact that Bin-Grofe is dead?

Al didn't even say anything at this time, just glanced at the girl coldly.

"I'll tell you straight! The girl was very unhappy in her heart, but she still endured it and continued what she had not finished speaking: "My father has already negotiated with Master Michael, and I will marry you next month."

"Shut up!" The flatness on Al's face had been replaced by coldness: "I am already married to Bin, and it was appointed by the old patriarch!"

"But you haven't officially married yet!" The girl was a little reluctant, but she changed her tone to a more relaxed tone, and persuaded bitterly: "Sister, the situation is different now, if you still insist like this, our family may be swallowed up by others!"

"That's your home, not mine!" Al was already very unceremonious at this time: "My home is here!"

"Maybe, but, sister, even if you are so hard-mouthed, when Young Master Michael comes next month, these guards of your family will not be able to stop him!" The girl was also a little angry, and her tone of voice was sarcastic.

Such words made Al angry, and he stared at the girl quietly for a while before he said decisively: "If that time really comes, then I would rather choose death, I will only be a woman of Bin Grofi in my life, absolutely impossible"

"You, miss, little," a faint cry came through the wall, and then fell silent with a muffled sound

(To be continued......)