Chapter 315: Boring Female Demon VS Stupid Young Master (10)

"Oh no, oh no. Leader Ying has been killed." The person who actually came to deliver food to Ying Tianzhuo had doubts when he saw the open door as soon as he arrived at the door. He saw blood all over the floor after carrying the food in and immediately shouted outside.

"I heard that Ying Tianzhuo is dead?" Gongsun Lu, who came in with fresh food, was full of joy, but after seeing the same food on the table, her expression suddenly froze.

"Do things in full." Zhang Yue gave the man a look, and the man walked out with the food on the table that had long been cold.

"Master, I really don't..." Zhang Yue pinched her chin, "Put poison in the food. Once Ying Tianzhuo dies, they will find you through the poison, and then implicate my Tang Sect."

"Master, I didn't... I just wanted him to die..." Gongsun Lu didn't expect the elegant young man next to her to be so scary, so scary that her blood ran cold.

"I have dealt with Ying Tianzhuo for you. Stay by my side in the future." Zhang Yue let her go and held her in his arms gently, "Stay by my side until I get tired of you."

Gongsun Lu couldn't help trembling. She resisted his embrace, but was afraid of his methods. Tears were forced to flow.

She thought she was smart, but it turned out to be just smart.

"It's boring." Zhang Yue pushed her away and thought of Wenren Shiyi, who had met him once.

Such a woman's methods are cruel and she will kill anyone who offends her, but she is open and aboveboard, open and honest, and very heroic.

I just don't know whether she will live or die in this battle with Ying Tianzhuo.

The death of Ying Tianzhuo, the former leader of the martial arts world, immediately caused panic among everyone.

Ding Yifan breathed a sigh of relief after confirming with the servant who delivered the meal that Ying Tianzhuo was really dead.

"Why are you more nervous than the murderer?" Shiyi, who was in disguise, couldn't help but tease him.

"He deserves to die." Ding Yifan looked at her with resolute eyes, "He almost killed you."

Shi Yi picked up the bowl to eat and did not respond to his words.

"Are you reluctant to leave?" Ding Yifan himself did not realize that he was so sarcastic.

"I can't bear to leave you." Shi Yi picked up a piece of chicken and put it in the bowl.

Since the house was broken, the young master in front of him has become more and more strange.

"Young master, we finally found you..." The crying sound outside the door rang out, and Ding Yifan's body, which had just sat down, trembled.

"Young master... come out to see us..."

"Young master, the master is sick, and has been looking for you. He can't find you, and his illness is getting worse..." The voice of the servant was thin and weak, but Ding Yifan heard it clearly.

He pushed open the door and asked the group of servants in front of him, "Is the master really sick?"

"Yes, yes, the master is sick and unconscious." The servants rushed to answer.

In the past, even if the old man opposed him to venture into the world, he always sent people to intercept him and never pretended to be sick. This time, is he really sick?

Ding Yifan took a few steps back into the room, closed the door and hesitated.

Shi Yi patted his shoulder, "If you are worried, then go back."

With Ying Tianzhuo's death, there will be a lot of trouble in this martial arts competition.

"Come with me." Ding Yifan grabbed her hand.

Shi Yi put his fingers under his nose and coughed twice, and he immediately let go.

"Your identity is sensitive, I am worried about you staying here." There was real worry in Ding Yifan's eyes.

"Why are you never afraid of me?" Shi Yi supported the door behind him with one hand, and resumed his original casual and lazy voice.

Ding Yifan looked through her eyes, as if he saw the vast snowfield inside, and seemed to see the raging fire. He lowered his head as if possessed by a ghost, wanting to kiss her eyes.

Shi Yi turned her head slightly away, her eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, and whispered softly into his ear, "Are you in love with me?"

Ding Yifan turned sideways to escape her shackles, his voice a little nervous, "Who... who said that..."

Outside the door, the servants were still howling.

"No matter what your father's physical condition is, you should go back first. This Wangjiang Tower is going to be in chaos." Shi Yi crossed his arms and quickly went through the people in this Wangjiang Tower in his mind, and finally fixed on a handsome young man.

"Am I such a coward?" Ding Yifan's voice was trembling.

"You are not a person in this world, there is no need to get involved here." Shi Yi looked at him coldly for a moment, took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve and handed it to him, "This is the antidote developed exclusively by the Tang Sect, which can cure 80% of the poisons you encounter. Be careful along the way."

Whether it is her, Ding Yifan or Ying Tianzhuo, they are actually not the male and female protagonists of the plot here, but all exist as supporting roles. Zhang Yue, the son of the Tang Clan, is the male protagonist here. He is young and dormant, with a perverted temperament. He became famous in this martial arts competition and became the leader of the martial arts world after beheading the female devil.

She has no intention of challenging Zhang Yue, but the female supporting role only wants to get her own cinnabar mole, Ding Yifan. If he interferes, she can only kill him.

"I won't leave." Ding Yifan was a little angry. What kind of person does this take him for? He will leave if he is told to leave, and he will save if he is told to save. He, Ding Yifan, is the only young master of Qingfeng Bank after all. He has seen all kinds of wealth since he was a child. Now he is here to see the dangers of the world.

"Don't regret it if you don't leave." Shi Yi suddenly touched his head lovingly.

Ding Yifan raised his head and looked at her, and the two smiled at each other.

"I don't regret it." He slapped her hand away.

She and her father had taught themselves that money can make the devil push the mill. Then, as the only young master of Qingfeng Bank, he has many ways to make these servants tell him the truth.

"I'll go out for a walk, you can chat with them."

"Okay." He knew she understood his thoughts.

The door opened, but it wasn't their young master. The servants looked at each other.

"Young master, let you in." Shi Yi walked downstairs holding the sword.

"Are you going?"

"It was the young master who asked us to come in. How could we not go?"

"Then who was that man just now? Why was he with our young master?"

"Does our young master like men?"

"Does the young master have a romantic relationship?"

Several servants looked at each other, only asking questions, but no one stood up to answer.

"Come in, there is silver to reward you." Ding Yifan slapped the bulging purse on the table.

When the servants saw the bag of silver, their eyes lit up and they swarmed in.

Ding Yifan closed the door with a ferocious look in his eyes, "Is my father really sick? Tell the truth, and you will get a lot of benefits. If you lie to me, be careful that I will take over the bank in the future and deduct your monthly salary."

"Ah..." The servant with the smallest voice started crying, "The master is not sick, the master just wants to trick you back for a blind date."

(End of this chapter)