Yang Lin waited for a while in Prince Wucheng's treasury, ignoring the guards and generals who looked at him with unkind eyes.
These people already knew that when Yang Lin broke in earlier, he controlled two soldiers guarding the palace. Therefore, although it was not easy for him to get angry due to his status as the prince's son, he was very dissatisfied.
Whether he was satisfied or dissatisfied, Yang Lin actually didn't care.
He didn't even know these people.
The palace of Fangfang Prince not only occupies a huge area and is very luxurious, but also has many soldiers under his command. He learned from his memory that he only lived and grew up in his own Qingmu Garden most of the time and rarely appeared in the palace. The rest of the palace is not too close to the brothers, sisters and uncles in the palace.
Therefore, even if you want to continue this identity, you don't have to take their attitude too seriously.
Although the eyes of heaven cannot see through some subtle points deep in the formation, he can still see the whereabouts of the cheap second uncle Huang Feibiao.
Huang Feibiao's Qi was as arrogant as fire. He only turned around twice in the fog of the formation, and as he said, he went to the old man Huang Gun, and he did not go to the place in the warehouse where the fire dragon's light was strong. After waiting for a while, he turned back.
As soon as he walked out of the formation, Huang Feibiao had a look on his face: "Third brother, there is really no way. The palace has rules, and your grandfather does not agree with taking out the Fire Dragon Ball rashly. This thing is not trivial, it is related to a major event, and there must be no mistakes." . Your grandfather also said, as a child, how can you have any confidence in curing people? It is better to wait patiently for the immortal master to come to your door, otherwise it will be bad to heal people. "
Huang Feibiao had a helpless look on his face, and he tried to shirk himself completely in his words. However, the hint of perfunctory concealment deep in his eyes was clearly seen by Yang Lin.
"In that case..."
A smile appeared on the corner of Yang Lin's mouth, and suddenly a scream came from far away. His heart skipped a beat, and his blood surged. He suddenly turned his head and looked around, with golden light in his eyes like a sword.
This time, he didn't hide his eyesight. A pair of eyes passed through the bamboo forest, saw through the smoke barrier, and saw the shadowy martial arts performance field several miles away. Then, the eyes turned slightly red.
He saw a flash of blood.
A young man of twelve or thirteen years old, with a venomous face, a fierce look in his eyes, and a greedy and playful look, cut off the fox tail of his little fox maid Cai'er with one hand, and stepped on her body with one foot.
As his lips opened and closed, Yang Lin could tell what the young man was talking about.
"...Show me your true colors now. If you look good, you can make a scarf for my mother. If you don't look good, just beat it into a pulp."
Make a scarf?
Beat into meat sauce?
"Huang Tianxiang!"
Three words popped out from between Yang Lin's teeth, and he no longer paid attention to Huang Feibiao's false excuse. With a flash of golden light under his feet, he crossed the distance of three miles and appeared on the martial arts field.
Cai'er's miserable screams rang in her ears.
At this moment, Huang Tianxiang was reaching out to grab Cai'er's braid...
He was quite envious of his father's mount, the five-color sacred bull, and the jade unicorn ridden by his elder brother Huang Tianhua, and always wanted to try the demon taming techniques he had learned.
Although the little fox is too weak, taming it as a pet beast is actually very fulfilling.
As for the nominal third brother, he really didn't take it seriously.
Just as he stretched out his arm, golden light flashed in front of him, and there was another person. Huang Tianxiang felt his arm tighten and was held by someone. The sound of cracking bones reached his ears. This arm had been broken into seventeen or eighty pieces. cut.
Pain passed into his mind, and as soon as he let out a half-scream, his body was already flying upwards like a cloud, then fell heavily, hitting the ground with a bang, and countless bones in his body were snapped.
Dizzy, Huang Tianxiang vomited blood, struggled to turn his head, forced his eyes open, and saw the young man with a dark face.
The third brother, whom he didn't think highly of in the past, appeared in front of him and stepped on his chest with one foot, pressing down like a mountain, making him breathless.
"Lao Wu, I didn't expect that you would be so cruel to one of your own. Don't you know that Cai'er is mine and you dare to bully her like this and even hurt her?"
Yang Lin was actually very surprised. What on earth was this guy thinking?
No matter what, he is the prince of the royal family and the third brother of the boy in front of him. How could he deal with his little maid in such a ruthless manner?
From memory, we can know that the little fox Cai'er has a simple temperament. She is a silly little maid. Apart from likes to hang out with people and listen to some gossip, she is a bit greedy and of course a little timid...
With such a personality, it is completely impossible to bump into the prince, let alone offend him.
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, the demon servant has no status.
But after all, he is the demon servant of the prince's son. He has grown up together since childhood. He doesn't look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face, so he must take some care of him.
As the saying goes, when it comes to beating a dog, it depends on the owner.
If you don't look at the master, then it proves that in the eyes of the other party, your master has no weight at all and doesn't care at all.
"You, you bloody bastard, how dare you hit me?"
"Kill him, kill him for me."
Huang Tianxiang has a strong heart. Although he was caught off guard, he was not afraid at all.
He knew that in the martial arts arena, there was a martial arts instructor who had a background as a warrior, Gui Yuanshan, and there were also some personal guards who had trained with him since childhood.
Instead of begging for mercy, he roared furiously.
From childhood to adulthood, he was a genius in the palace, the youngest son who loved the family the most from his parents, and the younger brother who was loved and cherished by his brothers. He always went smoothly in everything he did and was used to being pampered. How could he have ever been so humiliated, let alone injured.
At this time, I was so angry that my brain was burned to the point of confusion.
"Bare blood bastard? So, is this my status in the house?" Yang Lin couldn't help but laugh when he heard Huang Tianxiang's roar.
After all, the memory fragments were not complete. He only knew that he had always lived in Qingmu Garden and rarely interacted with people. Even the master of the palace, Huang Feihu, rarely saw him a few times a year.
However, food and clothing were sufficient, and he could not see many hidden emotions.
No one else would tell him.
Since his mother's death, he has not been able to see his father, which he feels is quite normal.
As the Wucheng King of Zhenguo, Huang Feihu spent most of the year in the military camp, conquering everywhere, which was strange to see.
However, he did not expect that in the heart of his "fifth brother", his identity was very strange.
Not only that, as the prince's son, Huang Tianxiang showed no respect.
Others may not necessarily take it seriously.
The dozen or so teenagers on the martial arts field rushed forward wildly, either with knives or guns, trying to save people.
"stop."
"Don't hurt anyone..."
Amid the exclamation, a wisp of gun was so cold that it roared and roared, turning into a wild dragon and stabbing towards him.
