Qi Jun felt a little distressed and couldn't figure out why things turned out to be like this.

He knew the Lien Feng, and even knew the people and things inside better than the Lien Feng, Chen Jun, the master of the Lien Feng, but what he never expected was that in just a few days, Yue Lin, the one who was least valued by him, had emerged and stood at a height that even he had to look up to.

Huang Qihai was also bitter in his heart, and at the same time he felt deeply curious. At this time, he became more convinced that the fire power he had obtained was incomplete, and Yue Lin had a complete version. Otherwise, how could he explain that the sword billet that he could not purify was actually possible in Yue Lin's hands?

After Xu Qingmu left, the banquet quickly ended quietly. Huang Qihai had an idea in his mind and found an excuse to leave quietly and disappeared into the night.

The most frightened among the guests was the middle-aged rich businessman who had just died of his concubine. He didn't dare to think about going to the sword madman to take revenge. Now he was most worried about whether his family could survive tonight.

He never dared to stay in Qi Mansion with his concubine's body. After the banquet, he could only hurry up and call a few servants from his home, take a mat and roll it up, and prepare to go out of the city at night to find a place to bury the unlucky woman.

The middle-aged rich businessman wiped his cold sweat while leading his servants out. When he walked to Bai Dan, the commander of the Bai Mu City, he stumbled and wanted to ask Bai Dan to open the city gate.

Bai Dan had a good relationship with this middle-aged rich businessman on weekdays. Seeing this guy's face was dying, he didn't know what to say, so he patted his shoulder and turned around and left.

It is no problem to open the city gate, but Bai Dan dared not get too close to the other party. If he was vented on himself, it would be a rhythm of falling in front of the toilet and seeking death.

Not only Bai Dan, but other guests also regarded the middle-aged man as a snake and scorpion. No one was close to him. Even the servants in charge of the Qi Mansion were like this. They wanted to hurry up and send the troubled plague god away.

The middle-aged rich businessman sighed and hurried to the city gate with a few servants carrying the bodies.

Although he hated this concubine very much, he thought of the love he had served for several years, and decided not to let her corpse betray the wilderness, and at the worst he had to find a place to bury her.

In this regard, this person is considered a person who values ​​love.

The middle-aged rich businessman was halfway through, and suddenly he heard someone coming from behind, shouting, "Master, Master! Guests are coming from home! Waiting for you to go back."

The middle-aged rich businessman was stunned and didn't react for a long time. It was not until his servant shouted several times in succession before he said in a daze: "What did you say?"

"Master, a guest is here at home, waiting for you."

The middle-aged rich businessman covered his forehead and sighed: "How is this possible? Almost everyone in the city avoids me now. How could anyone come to visit my home specifically? What did the guest do?"

The servant looked at the mattress that was still bleeding freely in fear, and stammered: "He, he said he was here to come and comfort the master to be mournful and follow the changes."

"Who is that person?"

"Report to Master, you must know the guest, the incompetent disciple of Chen Jun, the Lianfeng title, and the fool who was struck by lightning."

The servant did not attend the banquet in Qi Mansion, so he was not aware of the series of things that had just happened.

"I don't know what good luck that fool Yue Lin has had. Even the woman who even had to deal with Xu Qingmu was favored by him. After tonight, my good days in the entire Baimu City are over. All other situations may abandon me like a bad thing. Now that things have come to this point, if I want to gain a foothold or even hope to go further..."

"Young Master Yue Lin is determined to hold on to this line! Even if he is likely to be defeated and died in three months, if I serve him well in these three months, I may not be able to get along with the relationship with Miss Ying. At that time, even the sword madman who killed thousands of swords would want to cause trouble for me!"

Bang!

A middle-aged rich businessman instantly had several thoughts in his mind, and then he slapped the servant hard and almost slapped the servant to the ground, gritting his teeth and saying, "You are a fool, Mr. Yue, who can arrange it!"

The servant covered his hot cheeks, and he was stammering and unable to speak, his eyes were filled with grievances and confusion. What happened to his master? He has arranged the most by Yue Lin these days, so why did he blame others at this time?

The middle-aged rich businessman lifted the corner of his robe and kicked the servant hard, and said anxiously: "What are you doing here? Go back, come back quickly, come back quickly!"

Turning around and running a few steps towards the house, he turned around and looked at the servants who were following him closely carrying the straw mat. He couldn't help but feel angry again and cursed: "You guys are still carrying her and following me, aren't you afraid that blood and bad habits will pollute Mr. Yue's eyes? I'll go back by myself, and you can quickly send her out of the city and bury her!"

The servants carrying the straw mat turned around and left, but were stopped by the servant who came to report the news, "No, you can't bury me, lord!"

The middle-aged rich businessman slapped again, "Why can't you bury me? Are you not afraid that Mr. Yue will be punished? Will I peel you off?"

The servant cried, "Master, it is what Mr. Yue said, "He said he would personally pay his respects to the fourth wife."

"This..." The middle-aged rich businessman obviously hesitated for a moment. He was not a mortal who did not understand cultivation at all, but at this time he understood something.

"He mourned Xiao Si for a false note. I want to take this opportunity to study the real sword marks on Xiao Si's body!"

"At this time, do I have any choice? Even if it is a more excessive request, I must agree to it!"

As soon as he thought of this, the middle-aged rich businessman waved his hand and said, "Take the fourth wife back together!"

After a cup of tea, the middle-aged rich businessman rushed back home. He didn't even bother to wipe the sweat off his face and hurried into the living room.

"The little Wan Fuquan has met Mr. Yue." As soon as the middle-aged rich businessman stepped into the threshold of the living room, he gave a deep salute to Yue Lin, who was sitting inside.

"Shopkeeper Wan asked him to come up. Yue Lin is young, but he can't be so proud of Storekeeper Wan."

Yue Lin sat calmly on the Taishi chair, bent his index finger and gently tapped the armrest of the chair, and looked at Wan Fuquan in front of him.

One, two, three times, Wan Fuquan felt that every time Yue Lin hit the handrail, it fell on his heart when his heart was up and down. In an instant, he felt that all the hot sweat in his body turned into cold sweat. He felt like he was kneading into a ball and clenched it hard, and his breathing could not be sustained.

"Shopkeeper Wan, please sit down." Yue Lin finally stopped knocking on the handrail and raised his arm and lifted it up.
Chapter completed!