The sound of breaking through the air fell outside the dim light of the wonton stall on the street.
A handsome young man came over, strolling in the courtyard, dressed in white as snow, playing with a jade flute in his hand:
"Brother, I don't know what crime Ye Hei has committed. Do you want to kill him?"
"You don't know?" Zhao Wujiang slowly pulled the boy out from under the table, gently patted the snow on the hem of the boy's gown, his eyes encouraging and comforting.
"I don't know." The young man in white did not go to see his younger brother. Instead, he sat at the small table and put the jade flute on the table:
"Brother, please clarify."
"Brother Qingtian, kill this man. He ignored the laws of Yunjian City and used his cultivation to kill my servants." The middle-aged man's bloated body no longer trembled violently due to fear. With his brother's support, he had enough confidence. few.
Young Master Pianpian, whose name was Ye Qingtian, ignored his clan brother and looked at Zhao Wujiang with great interest.
"Is it the law of Yunjian City to raise prostitutes?" Zhao Wujiang looked indifferent:
"If you want to kill someone on the street or bully the weak, is this also the law?"
"None of them." As the manager of the city lord's palace, Ye Qingtian has a good level of cultivation. In addition, the city lord of Yunjian City, the governor of Yunzhou, is currently in retreat. He has the final say in this Yunjian City, so he has no worries. .
He smiled and said:
"Raising prostitutes is a matter of style. You can criticize Ye Hei's behavior, you can be shameless, you can be disdainful, but as for you, using your cultivation to kill people is a genuine violation of Yunjian City's laws!"
"What a style issue." Zhao Wujiang smiled and shook his head. Officials want to protect someone who has made a mistake. They usually say it is a style issue. The next step is to give him a warning, and that's it.
"You tie yourself up and admit your mistake. If I were in a good mood, maybe this matter would be over." Ye Qingtian twirled the jade flute flexibly with his five fingers and said with a teasing smile:
"What? You don't want to take action against me, do you?
Don't overestimate your capabilities and ask for trouble. "
A purple vertical mark slowly appeared between Zhao Wujiang's eyebrows, and his dark eyes were like a drop of purple ink dripping into the water, slowly spreading.
"Aren't you afraid that after the retreat is over, Zhou Mu will find out about this and punish you?" he said coldly.
"Master Zhou Mu is in seclusion, how can he care about what happens?" Ye Qingtian's five fingers were like plucking the strings of a piano, and the jade flute slowly floated in the air. He raised his eyebrows and said:
"Every day, big and small things happen in the city. Even if Mr. Zhou Mu wakes up, he can't take care of it and won't take care of it.
It seems like you don't accept my suggestion. "
"Since Zhou Mu is in seclusion, he can't control what happens..." Zhao Wujiang was surrounded by a faint purple demonic aura, and he smiled evilly:
"Then what are you pretending to be in front of me?"
"Huh?" Ye Qingtian frowned, and when the jade flute rose in the wind, it was about to turn into his weapon.
But the next moment, the jade flute shattered into countless sapphire fragments with a bang and fell to the ground.
He suddenly looked sideways.
The handsome man in front of him was still sitting at the table, not making any movement, but Wu Feng's long hair could be seen growing by the naked eye.
His cultivation as a Master of Three Tribulations and Seven Tribulations was poured out without any reservation, but before he could use his Master's technique, a big hand tightly grasped his wrist, suppressing his cultivation. .
This is a phantom hand with purple-gold light flowing through it.
Looking along the shadow's hand, there is a purple and gold shadow about three feet tall.
The size is not oppressive, but the power is overwhelming.
At this moment, Xuying opened his eyes, and King Kong glared at him fiercely.
Ye Qingtian's heart trembled, and his cultivation level receded like a tide, shrinking back into his body.
"Dharma Xiang Heaven and Earth?" He exclaimed in surprise.
Xuying stood behind Zhao Wujiang. Zhao Wujiang's eyes were cold. Xuying grabbed Ye Qingtian's neck with his other hand and slowly exerted force.
Zijin Liuying kept shuttling in the air, Ye Qingtian was lifted up, his face was twisted, he wanted to beg for mercy but couldn't speak, his feet kept kicking.
Ye Hei, a bloated middle-aged man, was so scared that he collapsed on the ground, trembling all over, and his crotch was filled with yellow soup.
The thin boy was trembling at the side, looking at Zhao Wujiang with eyes that were filled with fear but also quietly filled with infinite admiration.
It would be great if he could be this strong one day.
