"Master, in fact, we can go inside directly!" Wang An said cautiously in a suggestive manner.
"Not urgent." Ye Bei's voice was very soft, he lived too long, time and waiting were not worth mentioning to him.
Actually, with his horrifying strength, he could even erase the entire manor instantly!
But if everything was done directly by his ability, he would not be able to figure out what kind of fun there was in such a life.
"Yes." Wang An replied, guarding next to Ye Bei, waiting quietly.
He was old, he knew a lot...
However, even so, Wang An would never reach the height of Ye Bei.
Transcendence above everything, yet in the midst of this world.
Standing at the gate of Three-Legged Dragon Manor, Ye Bei looked up slightly, looking at the golden sign, his eyes leisurely.
The four characters of " Three-Legged Dragon Manor" above the dragon flew and danced vigorously.
After decoration, it had a special artistic atmosphere.
In his mind, the picture of the past could not help.
"Master! If you let me live, I will live, if you let me die, I will die!" A boy under ten years old, kneeling on the ground, his pure eyes, without any distractions, was extremely sincere.
"En." In front of a low earthen house, Ye Bei's eyes inadvertently appeared complicated, but he nodded slightly.
"Master, can I really become a rich man, own a big house, and countless wealth?"
"En." On the ancient street, Ye Bei nodded, he did not have any joy in his heart, he just felt like the boy was like an ancient person.
"Master, I'll grind the ink for you!"
"En." In the study, Ye Bei wrote with a brush, and the boy rubbed it lightly.
"Master, your writing is so beautiful, can I ask for a few words?"
"En."
"Master, just write the word Three-Legged Dragon. Transform the body into a dragon, the three legs represent the legs of the cauldron, sturdy and heavy, impossible to lift."
"All right."
Ye Bei wrote those words and gave them to the boy.
Time passed and the years passed. Ye Bei didn't expect that the characters he wrote down had been re-decorated, and the word 'Manor' was imitated later.
" Three-Legged Dragon! The word is a good word..." After returning to his senses, Ye Bei's eyes were leisure, his hands behind his back, among which the index finger of his left hand moved slightly.
The gold-inlaid signboard hanging on the wall was a little loose.
Click!
Boom…
Ye Bei stepped back a little, and the ancient wooden signboard of " Three-Legged Dragon Manor" above the hanging gate made a click, and then fell to the ground with a muffled sound, breaking into two pieces from the half of the middle.
"Master?" Upon seeing this, Wang An hurriedly looked at Ye Bei. This was the rhythm of getting ready to tear down the Zhao family.
"It's okay." Ye Bei's eyes remained unchanged and his voice was cold.
At this moment, the surrounding guests who came to the Zhao Family to offer sacrifices, all noticed Ye Bei and Wang An, and saw the ' Three-Legged Dragon ' and the 'Manor' that were broken on the ground, their expressions instantly went pale, with their mouths open, the air seemed to freeze at this moment, and an extremely unpleasant feeling rose in their hearts.
...
Manor, lobby.
"Get up for me, bastard!" The muscles on Zhao Changcun's face were twisted, and the bald man fainted on the ground with a kick, the latter had no response after.
Huhu...
After kicking several times in a row, Zhao Changcun was a little tired, covering his belly with one hand, and inhaling.
The thoughts in his mind turned extremely fast.
"That person, how does he know that the old man is still alive?" His eyes widened: "This is impossible. He is not a real immortal. My father feigned death, even in the entire Zhao Family, only I knew about it at the moment."
"Could it be... It's Elder Jin and Elder Liu?" After thinking of this, Zhao Changcun's eyes burst out with terrifying killing intent.
He took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, he stepped back and forth with anxiety, he also walked around the entire hall, his heart could not calm down at all.
One minute…
Two minutes...
five minutes!
After five minutes had passed, Zhao Changcun's palms were all in a cold sweat, and then he put the phone back in his pocket. At this moment, his eyes changed from panic to firm and fierce, "Since he is here, then let's go and meet that so-called master, I want to see who can make the old man so terrified... Besides, now the entire Zhao Family is full of people, and the security inside our Zhao Family is not just a joke."
After saying this, Zhao Changcun tidied his clothes and made his expression look more natural.
"Useless waste!" He kicked the fainted bald man again and then walked out of the lobby.
Squeak...
The lobby door was pushed open.
"Mr. Zhao!" At the door, four bodyguards were patrolling. After seeing Zhao Changcun, they shouted respectfully.
"You follow me!" Zhao Changcun said coldly.
The four bodyguards glanced at each other and thought to themselves that something big must have happened, but they didn't dare to ask more, they replied respectfully and neatly, "Yes, Mr. Zhao!" Then, they followed in full force, Zhao Changcun in the front, they were in the back.
From the lobby to the entrance of Three-Legged Dragon Manor, there was a distance.
On the way, Zhao Changcun greeted the guests while speeding up his pace. At the same time, he sent out several text messages in a row. Those forces attached to the Zhao Family moved quickly, the entire manor, and even the entire Q City, were completely surrounded, in Zhao Changcun's view, a fly could not even fly out without his own orders.
Zhao Changcun was confident.
With four bodyguards, he quickly walked to the entrance of the manor.
"Mr. Zhao is here!"
"Get out of the way..."
"Mr. Zhao!"
There were a lot of people at the gate. After seeing Zhao Changcun, those people spoke up and said respectfully, and then quickly stepped back, their expressions heavy, but their eyes were all looking good.
"En." Zhao Changcun nodded, as a response to those guests.
When the last person in front of him retreated.
Zhao Changcun's complexion suddenly turned black, because he saw the ancient wooden signboard of 'Three-Legged Dragon Manor' on the ground, which was smashed in half. There was also a young man in a white gown who stepped on it unscrupulously, his hands on his back, looking very indifferently.
"You…"
A wave of anger rose from the bottom of his heart, Zhao Changcun stretched out his hand, pointed at Ye Bei, and spat out such a word from his mouth after a long time.
This sign could be regarded as the face of the Zhao Family.
Today was the funeral of the old man again... Countless people come here to offer sacrifices to him, in front of so many people, stepping on the signboard, where could the Zhao Family's face be put in the future?
"Court death!"
The bodyguards who followed Zhao Changcun responded very quickly.
Glared at Ye Bei and Wang An.
When they shouted, they all rushed up.
But…
When the four bodyguards rushed out two steps, Ye Bei slowly spoke.
"Bingsheng, are you really unwilling to come out to see me?"
The voice was deep, it sounded young but it contained this ancient feeling.
Sitting in the safe room, Zhao Bingsheng, who was watching all this through a monitor, couldn't stop shaking when he heard this sound.