Qin Yang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised.

Yesterday I was praising this old man for his good nature, but in the blink of an eye he got pissed off to death?

This defense is a big one.

However, in the final analysis, this is his own fault. This paranoid character can turn into a demon. He likes to commit suicide for no reason. If he is really provoked, he can even kill people and burn things.

Death would be peace of mind.

"It's so satisfying, Lao Qin, this old guy deserves to die!"

Xia He was scrolling through his phone, beaming with joy as he said, "Everyone is discussing this online right now. There are actually people who sympathize with this beast. They really have never experienced a treasured land being destroyed!"

“It’s quite outrageous.”

Qin Yang simply responded and took out his mobile phone to check.

The news was overwhelming on the Internet, and topping the hot search list was the obituary of the Grassland Sword Master, with comments below that had different opinions.

The response was intense.

"Death is the greatest. It's such a pity that a great sword master has fallen. It's a great loss to the sword world."

"What's the pity? No matter how powerful his swordsmanship is, will he pass it on to you?"

"That's right! Just count how many gyms' swordsmen have been broken by the two of them during their challenge? It's obviously a good death!"

"You always like to get in other people's faces for no reason. Now you're getting bitten back. You deserve it, hahahaha!"

"We are all adults and we must be responsible for our own affairs."

I took a quick look at the comments, and saw some people either sighing and mocking, or gloating, which were meaningless.

Qin Yang immediately left the comment area and clicked on the live video.

Shots of Jianghai Hotel soon appeared on the screen.

In front of the magnificent entrance, there was a lot of noise and confusion. Reporters rushed in and blocked the entire street with cameras and long guns.

Huyan Jian was wearing black mourning clothes. He said nothing, held Yuwen Xuan's body, and walked out of the hotel with his head down.

Silence, silence.

The terrifying murderous intent filled the air and the temperature at the scene dropped sharply.

In the blink of an eye.

The noisy crowd fell silent.

As he took every step forward, the crowd blocking his way dispersed a little, and no one dared to block him in front.

"Ding, it is detected that the Sword Demon has a monstrous hatred for the host and will not stop until he dies!"

"When the blood demon gets angry, blood will flow like a river!"

"Host, please send the Empress's disciple immediately to kill the Sword Demon!"

A series of urgent system sounds rang out.

"?"

Hearing this, a question mark slowly appeared above Qin Yang's head: "Did this guy trigger the system prompt again?"

Good job.

There was actually a second system prompt!

After confirming that he had heard correctly, Qin Yang was overjoyed.

The more rewards you can get, the better.

It seems that Hu Yanjian will have conflicts with me again in the future, which is why the second system warning was triggered.

Think of this.

Qin Yang lowered his head to look at his phone, focusing his sight on Hu Yanjian on the screen. Combining this with the recent death of the Grassland Sword Master, he immediately understood.

This brat obviously came here to avenge his master!

After beating the old one, here comes the young one...

On the contrary, it belongs to Tiangang.

etc……

Qin Yang frowned, and suddenly felt that the plot was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Develop secretly, grow stronger, and then launch a sneak attack a hundred years later.

Hiss~ Qin Yang took a breath and suddenly remembered.

What does it mean? Don’t look down on the young because they are poor!

"Will the next plot development be......"

“Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west?”

Qin Yang rolled his eyes, glanced at Hu Yanjian, and said speechlessly, "Do you think your last name is Xiao?"

Showing off one's skills in front of an expert!

"Okay, since you want to play it this way, I'll give you a push."

Qin Yang laughed strangely and looked at Hu Yanjian on the screen. In an instant, he had a mature idea.

"What are you thinking about, Lao Qin? Why are you smiling so maliciously?"

At this time, Xia He put down his phone, looked at the smile on Qin Yang's face, and said with a chill, "He's smiling like a villain."

"It's nothing, I just remembered something happy."

Qin Yang glanced at the time. There was still some time before the end of get off work, but he couldn't wait any longer.

"Are you free after get off work, Lao Qin?"

Xia He didn't take it seriously and said cheerfully, "I haven't been to Baijinhan for a long time. I'm happy today and I have to celebrate!"

“No time.”

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

Qin Yang waved his hand and said, "I'm home after get off work. I don't have time. I'll definitely do it next time."

A standard perfunctory three-piece suit.

Xia He: “…….”

…

…

Time flies.

Midnight.

At Jianghai Hotel, a Lincoln limousine stopped on the side of the road, the door opened outwards, and Hu Yanjian got out of the car holding the urn.

A chilly air wafted through the streets.

"Master, I will take you back to the grassland tomorrow."

Hu Yanjian murmured softly, stroking the exquisite gilded urn, and slowly walked into the hotel.

The original process at the funeral home was very complicated, requiring appointments, formalities, and signatures. Even when Hu Yanjian arrived, there were still two people in front of him waiting in line.

Logically speaking.

It will take some time at least.

However, when the Jianghai City high-level officials saw that the Grassland Sword Saint died in the city, out of humanitarianism, they simply gave the green light to Hu Yanjian and directly granted him special privileges.

But even so, they still worked until midnight to finish the work.

Hu Yanjian held the urn, walked into the hotel elevator, and pressed the button for the top floor to go up.

A slogan hanging on the elevator wall, with the words "Jianghai Welcomes You" written on it, caught Hu Yanjian's eyes and instantly aroused his anger.

"When I return to Jianghai, everyone in Jianghai will be buried with my master!"

Hu Yanjian swore bitterly, like a madman. After the elevator opened, he quickly went to room number one, put the urn on the bed, and began to pack his clothes.

He didn't want to stay in this sad place for a moment.

The sooner you leave, the better.

Superintendent Xingwu has already made inquiries, and after knowing that he will be leaving tomorrow, he even wants to send this little plague god away personally.

After all, both the master and the disciple are unstable bombs.

Sending him away early is the only way to be responsible for the safety of the people of Jianghai! A moment later.

Hu Yanjian finished packing, picked up his bag, walked to the urn, picked it up, and was about to turn around and leave.

"I will definitely come back to avenge you."

He held the urn, swore secretly, and was about to walk to the door.

But just at this moment.

A cool breeze blew in from the window.

Hmm, that’s strange… Hu Yanjian stood there in a daze for a moment.

Is the window open?

When? No!

In an instant, a feeling of horror rose from Huyan Jian's heart, and the sense of crisis exploded, scaring him so much that he quickly looked back.

"not good!"

Swoosh! The cold sword light swept past, like a gentle breeze! There was no way to retreat, and it pierced his head directly, and the blood spread, ending his life on the spot.

Bang! Under the moonlight, the urn fell to the ground with a thud.

(End of this chapter)