"What's wrong? Why are you doing so urgently?" Duanmu Ying turned her head and turned her head and blanched at the girl Xiaohuan, who was gasping for breath, said.

The little Huan calmed down his mind and said quickly, "Miss, do you know the Rakshasa meeting tomorrow?"

"Of course I know." Duanmu Ying thought it was a big deal, but unexpectedly, this little girl actually talked about tomorrow's Rakshasa Conference.

"Miss, I heard that he will also attend the Rakshasa conference tomorrow." The girl Xiaohuan said immediately.

When Duanmu Ying heard Xiao Huan say this, he was slightly stunned and asked, "Who?"

"It's that Li Tian." Xiao Huan said.

"Ah?" Duanmu Ying grew up all of a sudden.

"Impossible, Impossible. He is not from our Duanmu family, how could he attend the Rakshasa Conference?" Duanmu Ying in front of him said in disbelief.

Xiao Huandao said: "Miss, everyone outside is saying this now, and this is what the clan leader said in person."

Duanmu Ying was stunned when she heard this, and thought to herself: "Is this still true?"

"But it's impossible. How could he, an outsider, attend the Rakshasa Conference? How could his father allow such a thing to happen?"

"You didn't lie to me? Did my father really let Li Tian attend tomorrow's Rakshasa conference?" Duanmu Ying said in shock.

The girl Xiaohuan in front of her quickly nodded vigorously and said, "It's true, it's true. Many people outside now say that."

After hearing Xiaohuan confirm and say this again, Duanmu Ying was stunned for a moment.

He murmured at the same time, "How is it possible? It's impossible... How could he go to the Rakshasa Conference?

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohuan asked, blinking his eyes and looking at Duanmu Ying who was standing still.

Duanmu Ying stood up from the chair at once.

"I'm going to ask my dad about it."

As he said that, he didn't even pay attention to the little ring and ran straight outside.

But Xiaohuan behind him shouted: Miss, Miss...

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When Duanmu Ying came to her father's residence, the room was empty as if no one was present.

Duanmuying looked around but couldn't find her father. Just when she was depressed and was about to go back, she suddenly saw her father walking in from outside.

"Dad." Duanmu Ying walked towards Duanmu Heiming with a smile.

Duanmu Heiming looked at his daughter, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at his daughter affectionately: "Ying'er, why did you think of looking for me?"

"I'm looking for my father to ask something." Duanmu Ying said straight to the point.

"What's the matter?" Duanmu Hei Ming asked.

"Dad, did you let Li Tian attend tomorrow's Rakshasa conference?" Duanmu Ying asked after hearing Duanmu Ying go up.

Duanmu Heiming frowned slightly.

"Well, there is indeed this, how do you know?"

"Dad, how could you let him attend the Rakshasa conference?" Duanmu Ying couldn't help but go up and ask when she heard that her father had admitted this.

"He is not from our family, how can he attend the Rakshasa Conference?"

Duanmu Heiming said slightly: "Ying'er, you don't know many things yet... but you have to know that Dad has the truth about every thing he does."

"But he is not a member of our Duanmu family after all..." Duanmu Ying said.

Duanmu Heiming said: "He has defected to our family. Isn't he a member of our family?"

"But……"

Duanmu Ying tried to speak, but was stopped by Duanmu Heiming.

Duanmu Hei Ming said, "Okay, don't say it anymore. This matter has been decided now. That kid must attend the Rakshasa Conference tomorrow."

"Besides, Ying'er, why are you so interested in this guy's affairs?" Duanmu Heiming asked with his eyes staring at his daughter.

Duanmu Ying stammered for a moment...

"I……"

"I just think it's a bit inappropriate for him to attend the Rakshasa Conference, just an outsider." Duanmu Ying found an excuse and said absurdly.

Duanmu Heiming stared at his daughter without saying anything, but his eyes moved.

Duanmu Ying couldn't help but feel worried in her heart when she saw that she could not persuade her father.

"Dad, you don't want to kill him at the Rakshasa conference?" Duanmu Ying said in fear.

"How could that happen?" Duanmu Heiming smiled.

"But he is no match for them at all..." Duanmu Ying said.

"Especially the Western forbidden art of Uncle Black Dragon... Li Tian would fight them, and it would be a dead end."

It turned out that Duanmuying was worried about Li Tian, ​​so she came to find her father.

As the daughter of the Duanmu family, of course, I know in my heart what the Rakshasa Conference once every ten years means.

Meaning killing and death...

As long as you attend the Rakshasa Conference, one of the two people on stage must admit defeat, otherwise they will die.

There was no mercy at that dark conference. The Duanmu family originally advocated darkness and power. If there was really someone who gave up on it, it also meant that he was a living dead person in the Duanmu family and he would lose all his dignity and glory.

In this dark family, perhaps admitting defeat is something even more terrible than death.

Therefore, no one admitted defeat at the Rakshasa Conference from beginning to end, even if he died, so only the winner could survive in the Rakshasa Conference.

When Duanmu Heiming heard that his daughter was suddenly so concerned about the boy's death, Duanmu Heiming frowned slightly: "Ying'er, I think you are getting more and more strange. Why do you care about that boy? And you are so concerned about that boy's life and death?" Duanmu Heiming stared at his daughter without blinking.

Duanmu Ying couldn't help but thump in her heart, and quickly explained: "I...I...I don't have one."

"I just think he has the Kung Fu of the Rashomon Techniques of our family... So if he dies so simply, no one will ever know the Kung Fu of our family's Rashomon Techniques of our family. Wouldn't that be the loss of our family..."

Duanmu Ying's reason was quite reasonable, Duanmu Heiming nodded slightly.

"Ying'er, you're so worried."

"That kid is much stronger than you think... Don't forget that he has the supreme martial arts of the Nine-Stage Rashomon in our family."

Hearing his father say this, Duanmu Ying slipped the corner of her mouth: "Just him?"

"I think he is not that powerful... If he really wants to go on stage, he will definitely lose first." Duanmu Ying said.

Duanmu Heiming laughed.
Chapter completed!