No one thought that the old man of the Zhao family, who had a lot of opportunities, would watch the life-and-death battle between Chen Ye and Muto Shinobi.

No one would have thought that the old man of the Zhao family, who had never been angry and arrogant, would smile from the bottom of his heart after that battle.

At the same time as all this happened, Xiao Ziyu was alone in the apartment, sitting in front of the computer, and the computer screen was also the picture of the live broadcast room.

Today, she is an assistant and student of Xia Guo's economics master, and has an apartment in the school.

"Are you pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?"

Xiao Ziyu sat at the table, stared at Chen Ye in the picture through the dazzling barrage in the live broadcast room, and asked with a smile.

"Buzz ......"

At this moment, the sound of the mobile phone vibrating suddenly rang, which made Xiao Ziyu come back to his senses from joy.

Xiao Ziyu picked up the mobile phone on the table, and saw at a glance that it was a call from his grandfather Xiao Zhiyuan.

"Grandpa, do you also know about Chen Ye's killing of Muto Shinobi, a genius in the martial arts of the Ninja Kingdom?"

Xiao Ziyu answered the phone and took the initiative to ask.

"yes, I know."

Xiao Zhiyuan was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then responded with a wry smile.

Although he did not watch the battle of life and death that had just ended, as soon as the battle was over, someone told him the results of the battle.

Xiao Ziyu smiled slightly and continued to ask:

"Then grandpa called me in such a hurry, was he worried that he would lose the bet?"

"Ziyu, I hope he wins. In this way, life in North America is difficult. At that time, they will take the initiative to compromise with us and give up more benefits. If North America is more difficult, our life will be better, and the national fortune will be more prosperous. ”

Xiao Zhiyuan said with a wise face, then changed his words and continued:

"But I still don't think that possibility exists. Even if Chen Ye's strength is enough, North America will not let him win the championship. ”

"Grandpa, what do you mean, the North American side will assassinate Chen Ye and prevent Chen Ye from appearing in the finals?"

Hearing Xiao Zhiyuan's words again, Xiao Ziyu's face changed, and worry surged between his eyebrows.

Xiao Zhiyuan sighed softly and said:

"I don't know, I can't guess what North America will do. I'm just putting myself in their shoes and judging by their way of doing things. ”

"Yes."

Xiao Ziyu smiled bitterly.

Although Xiao Zhiyuan is one of the bigwigs of the Xia Kingdom, he is not the marshal of the Rongma Campaign, and he has never participated in and experienced this kind of knife licking blood.

Xiao Zhiyuan was moved in his heart, and joked with a smile:

"Ziyu, you seem to be worried about his safety. In that case, why did you bet with me in the first place? ”

"Grandpa, I believe him, it doesn't mean I'm not worried, does it??"

Xiao Ziyu gave the answer.

"Your mouth is always so sharp."

Xiao Zhiyuan smiled bitterly, and then said, "Okay, let's not talk about this." I'm not calling you because of this. ”

"What's that?"

Xiao Ziyu was a little curious.

"Destiny has returned to Beijing, just now came to visit me, and proposed to invite me to dinner with your parents and you in the evening......"

Xiao Zhiyuan stated the purpose of the call.

And yet—

Before he could finish the rest of the sentence, Xiao Ziyu interrupted: "He is really a big face." “

"Ziyu ......"

When Xiao Zhiyuan heard this, he had a bad premonition in his heart - Xiao Ziyu didn't want to go to the appointment.

Sure enough, Xiao Ziyu said bluntly:

"Grandpa, if you want to go, I won't go anyway."

"Ziyu, so many things happened before, which made the Mandate of Heaven and even the Zhao family lose face. Now, regardless of the past suspicions, Destiny took the initiative to invite our family to dinner, if you don't go, you can't say it. ”

Xiao Zhiyuan said in a deep voice.

"Grandpa, I just promised you not to meet or contact Chen Ye, but I didn't promise you what I wanted to do with Zhao Tianming."

Xiao Ziyu responded, in a resolute tone.

"Forget it, then wait for the dust of the Global Martial Arts Competition to settle and you die, and then talk about this matter."

Xiao Zhiyuan pondered for a moment, and finally gave up.

Because, he knows Xiao Ziyu and knows that Xiao Ziyu is very assertive, and once he makes a decision, the eight horses will not be able to pull it back.

In addition, he also trusted his own judgment, Chen Ye would not be able to win the championship of the Global Martial Arts Competition, and would even lose his life.

Although he didn't want such an outcome, reason told him that it was hard for a miracle to happen!!

After Xiao Zhiyuan ended the call with Xiao Ziyu, he pondered for a while, picked up the phone again, and dialed Zhao Tianming's phone.

"Destiny, I contacted Ziyu just now, she has been rushing a paper for the past two days, and she is so busy that she can't squeeze out time, why don't you wait for you to come back next time and get together?"

The phone was connected, and Xiao Zhiyuan was the first to speak, euphemistically rejecting Zhao Tianming's invitation.

"Okay, Grandpa Xiao, then I'll visit you next time I come back."

Zhao Tianming's eyebrows were slightly raised, but his tone was very polite and respectful, and he even had a smile on his face.

This is a habit he has developed through micro-expression training for many years.

He rarely shows his true mood on his face, even over the phone, and maintains this habit.

Then, he and Xiao Zhiyuan exchanged a few polite words, and then hung up the phone.

"Young Master."

A few minutes later, a black-robed old man entered the room and saluted Zhao Tianming.

He is Zhao Tianming's old servant - Mo asked.

On the same day, Chen Ye smashed the signboard of the Prince Club in Yanjing City, which severely injured Mo Wen, but left Mo Wen's dog life.

After Zhao Tianming was assigned to the impoverished provinces in the west, Mo Wen followed.

Now that he has recovered from his injuries, he has not yet recovered his original martial arts cultivation.

"Today's dinner is cancelled."

Zhao Tianming glanced at Mo Wen and gave instructions.

Mo Wen raised his head and asked with a stunned expression, "Young Master, are you sure you want to cancel?" ”

"If Xiao Ziyu doesn't go to the banquet, then this dinner will be meaningless."

Zhao Tianming gave the answer indirectly.

"Got it, young master."

The old servant Mo Wen first respectfully accepted the order, then hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Young master, the old slave thinks that Xiao Ziyu is shameless and takes himself too seriously."

Zhao Tianming looked calm and didn't seem to care at all.

Seeing this, Mo Wen said again.

"However, the young master doesn't seem to be angry at all."

"I really gave her too much face, so she dared to be so close to Chen Jiaye's seed in a reckless manner."

Zhao Tianming's brows were completely twisted together, no matter how deep his city government was, he couldn't tolerate such a thing.

Mo Wen groaned for a moment and said:

"According to the judgment of the old slave, Xiao Ziyu should be attracted by the heroic deeds of the Chen family, but normally speaking, Xiao Ziyu should not have a hero complex."

"Heroes? Hehe, that's just a benchmark created by politicians for civilians in order to achieve their goals. Just like war, it will always be the state-country-gun, the rich will pay, the poor will fight the battlefield, and the politicians will benefit in the end. ”

Zhao Tianming sneered and said with extreme disdain:

"When Chen Jiaye dies, Xiao Ziyu's slut will obediently surrender to me, it should be soon."

"Young Master thinks that the Chen family's wild seed will die in Jerusalem?"

Mo Wen's heart moved, he realized something, and then without waiting for Zhao Tianming to give an answer, he said his opinion:

"However, as far as I know, except for Wu Chunqiu, the fifth elder of the Shouxia organization, the people of Kunlun, Kyushu, Gujia and Qi have all gone. If the North American side wants to kill the Chen family's wild seed under the noses of these people, I am afraid it is not an easy thing. ”

"I don't know what North America will do, but I can be sure of one thing, North America will definitely not let Chen Jiaye win the championship alive - Jerusalem will become his cemetery!!"

Zhao Tianming swore with a sworn face, and it felt as if he had heard the news of Chen Ye's death!

……

(End of chapter)