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Chapter three hundred and twentieth sit down(1/2)

As soon as Yang Yuying entered the restaurant, she was also very surprised.

Why did the two guys, Guan Lin and Xia Zhiming, come to the desert?

Xia Zhiming was fine. Guan Lin wrote to her a while ago, saying that he would die of the capital in the second half of his life, not for anything else, but for the convenience of the capital, eating well and living well.

In his early years, he always circled around Dashun and did not dare to drink a few more sips of wine, could not eat delicious food, and was hungry every day. Now the hard days are finally over, and he decided not to leave the capital again.

The two of them were still with Yan Wangchuan.

Let’s look at the situation, it seems like there is a conflict.

In the strong wind, the wind and sand stopped, and the dry air was swept away. From the door curtains, window edges, to the wine jars piled in front of the counter, they were stained with a layer of snow-white ice crystals.

The coolness was so cool that even the tense atmosphere was slightly frozen.

Yang Yuying glanced at him, reached out to support An Yan first, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

The flags were waving outside the window. The soldiers of the Imperial City Division and the Imperial Guard stood in an orderly manner, with the BMW under the seat not making a sound, and even the tails were placed exactly the same.

Lin Guan breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't recognize Cui Ling, but Ouyang Xue.

Lin Guan was casual, and there was no straight face in front of Ouyang Xue. He deliberately wiped his face, his eyes were filled with tears, and his stars were dotted, which was a bit "hued".

"The owner of the manor, their mountain and river sacrifices are too much. Look at the one who beat our An Yan, and it's not that we are bullying us when we go out. Without the care of our seniors, they are all flying birds, and the mother bird is not at home!"

Xia Zhiming: “…”

This little bastard, sooner or later, someone will be put on a sack.

He couldn't let Guan Lin talk nonsense, and quickly explained: "Lin Yunbo, the General of the State, committed a bloody crime and killed three envoys of our Imperial City Office. We were ordered to capture him, but Priest Yan wanted to stop him, and he hoped that Master Ouyang would help!"

An Yan forced himself to stand up, with a sword in his chest, staring at Lin Yunbo.

Yang Yuying's face changed suddenly, her pupils contracted, Ouyang Xue's fingertips moved, and a layer of solid ice was covered with the scabbard. The dark pupils were too dark, and a layer of blue light was faintly stained with, and her eyes were so cold that they were cunning.

The atmosphere in the winery was cold and solemn.

Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng could feel the cold murderous aura splitting every inch of their skin.

Yan Wangchuan's thin lips pursed, and suddenly felt lonely.

The wind and sand are still the wind and sand of the past, and the strong wind wine shop is still the wine shop of the past, but things change.

If Lin Jianzhu was here at this moment, what would he do? He would destroy his relatives for justice? But Lin Jianzhu was soft-hearted and felt infinite pity for his family.

But even the sweat oozing out of his body also wrote the word "righteousness", which was the most unsightly thing for others.

"fortunately……"

Fortunately he couldn't see it.

So there is no need to make things difficult.

Then what should I do?

It has been twenty years since Yan Wangchuan's life, and there has never been a word "difficult".

He will not be happy, sad, nor sad, and he will not be sad. His mood must remain calm forever.

Lin Jianzhu died back then, and Lin Jianzhu was his only friend he admitted, but he was not very sad, but he occasionally felt lonely.

When he was there, no matter whether he wanted to or not, he could hear Lin Jianzhu's words, listening, listening, and listening, it was very noisy.

Lin Jianzhu is gone and his life is no longer noisy, so he will inevitably be lonely.

Yan Wangchuan looked at Ouyang Xue.

This is a master.

Yan Wangchuan rarely had this concept before. When he was young, he had not achieved great martial arts skills, and many martial arts people could hurt him. However, at that time, he never thought that the other party was a master, and he was not interested in fighting with those people.

Later, he followed Lin Jianzhu to the battlefield and went to the mountains and rivers to celebrate. After seeing more things and more people, various concepts began to appear in his mind.

Now, he knew that the person in front of him was a master, and the sword in his hand was worthy of respect.

Yan Wangchuan gently pulled out a jade bamboo sword.

No matter how he wants to solve this, he must first defeat the people who are in his way.

Lin Jianzhu didn't understand this principle and thought a lot, so he was very tired and did not live the life he wanted until he died.

"please!"

Everyone around him breathed stagnantly.

Jiang Wan lowered her head and was rarely talking, and she felt a little secret pleasure in her heart.

She had lost face several times along the way and was always heartbroken and distressed. Cui Ling, it was obvious that she had rarely felt compassion and saved people with compassion. She did not let her be buried in the fire. She was ungrateful and still made things difficult for herself everywhere, making herself embarrassed in front of her. It was really... very annoying.

But she also knew that it would be difficult to find this face.

The Ouyang Xue, the Imperial Guard and the Imperial City Office beside Cuiling, were not easy to deal with, even her father and mother dared not offend her.

Now it's good. Yan Wangchuan came, and both sides became enemies. Haha, anyway, it's better to beat the dog to the dark, and no one will live.

Jiang Wan's mind trembled. In fact, she knew that her thoughts were a bit too much, but what's the matter?

What her mother said, when people live in the world, they ask for the word "happiness"!

Fight!

The sword light is getting stronger and stronger.

Song Sheng and Bai Yifeng looked solemn, Xia Zhiming frowned slightly, his eyes lingering on An Yan.

An Yan stared at Lin Yunbo.

Ouyang Xue slowly walked out from behind Yang Yuying. Every step he took, the ice and snow spread under her feet.

Jiang Wan held her breath slightly and tried her best to suppress her excitement.

The two people's aura increased at the same time, and the auras collided with each other. The people around them instinctively avoided backwards.

Official Lin changed his color: "The situation is not good."

Xia Zhiming squeezed out the words from his teeth: "So you know it too."

It was so happy that he was just now, but he didn't think about it. Yan Wangchuan was the best master in the mountain and river sacrifice, and Ouyang Xue's martial arts were not under the jurisdiction of their family.

It would be strange if two people fight, but they don’t fight in a dark place.

The winner is also a miserable victory, but the defeated person...what is the fate?

There are no laymen present, and Guan Lin and others know that if someone with a very different level of battle, they will naturally be able to control it. However, the two of them may be almost the same in terms of martial arts. Once they fight, they must do their best, so where can they control it?

"Just just for a mere Lin Yunbo, why bother?"

If you win, you will have to make enemies with the mountains and rivers. I don’t know how much trouble you will be in the future!

Lin Guan frowned, and his toothache was severe. "If I had known this, I would have been fine with that bastard! I would have killed him."

Xia Zhiming's spiritual energy was rapidly moving, his face flushed and his spirit was tense.

I'm afraid Jiang Wan is the only one who is present, and the others are so nervous that they sweat coldly.

In a moment, the entire feng shang shop was cracked, the tables and chairs were shaking, and cracks appeared on the surface of Yan Wangchuan's bamboo sword.

Everyone was forced by the momentum of these two people and looked solemn.

Jiang Wan felt stuffy in her chest and was very disgusted, but her heart seemed to have a wide door open, and she released something deep in her heart.

She had no expression on her face and sneered in her heart: Just kill me cleanly!

"Before fighting, think about whether it will be successful? If one does not serve the family, the second does not serve the country, and the third does not serve the righteousness, then most of them will be fearless battles, can it be avoided or not?"

Yang Yuying suddenly spoke and said with a smile.

Everyone immediately looked at each other.

Lin Guan also glanced at him and smiled, "The little girl said this well, so cute!"

Cuiling is thin and looks like an ordinary little girl. No one thinks she can stop the dispute with just one word.

Most of the time, Lin Guan was merciful and had very few records of his sarcastic tongue. Only when facing Zhao Jin was well documented.

At this moment, when facing Cui Ling, I felt that her appearance, bones, and hearts were beautiful. I spoke and eased the atmosphere. By the way, the pressure was too great, and I made a sound and let out a deflation.

Official Lin and the people present never thought that Yan Wangchuan and Ouyang Xue would change because of this.

This showdown is inevitable...

However, Yan Wangchuan suddenly turned his gaze on Yang Yuying, and even the bamboo sword fell down. He turned around and looked towards Ouyang Xue.

"What did you say?"

Everyone: "..."

Did that little girl say anything amazing?

Yang Yuying was not surprised at all. She walked to the front of the counter and knocked on the counter, waking up the boss's wife who had been drooling for a long time: "Isn't this the first time I've seen her?"

“Isn’t it?”
To be continued...
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