Tang Chen didn't know what kind of experiences the man standing in front of him had. Based on her many years of movie-watching experience, as a male villain, what he wanted were only a few things: either national hatred and family feuds, or money and girls.
"You come first and listen. I have the final say here, right?"
After receiving Tang Chen's question from the depths of his soul, Wang Yanzhou quickly responded: "Of course, you have the final say."
Tang Chen nodded in satisfaction, patting his chest and saying, "Did you hear me? I have the final say. Just say it."
Yao Chen looked at Tang Chen and pulled off his mask, revealing his original terrifying face. He stretched out his arms and roared to the sky: "I want to live for a thousand years. I want the person on the throne to experience the pain I once experienced. I want all the people in this world who have wronged me to kneel at my feet. Can you do it?"
To be honest, this face really scared everyone present, so much so that Tang Chen's focus suddenly shifted. At first, she heard this person call Wang Yanzhou "Uncle Wang", and his voice sounded a bit like that of Prince Zhong. She thought it was because of the mask that his voice changed again, but who knew that she was completely wrong.
Tang Chen asked with a slightly exaggerated expression, "My dear, you're asking for too much. Speaking of which, if it's not Prince Zhong, then which nephew are you?"
Yao Chen sneered, "Humph, is Yao Ji the only capable son left of Emperor Gan Zhao?"
Tang Chen glanced at Wang Nianqing behind him and saw that she had quietly retreated several steps. Taking advantage of the people's attention on him, he tried his best to use his associative ability to buy time for everyone: "Wait, you can't be that Yao Chen!"
Wang Yanzhou was also stunned for a moment, and even Wang Nianqing and Zhong Qin showed surprise. Wang Yanzhou was fine, but these two people were surprised mainly because: if Tang Chen hadn't mentioned it, they really wouldn't have realized that the madman in front of them might be the eldest prince who died in the fire over ten years ago.
"Oh."
This scornful laugh responded to Tang Chen's speculation. Tang Chen was extremely shocked and pointed at Wang Yanzhou rudely and asked, "Isn't he dead?"
Without waiting for Wang Yanzhou to answer, Hei Ya, who was originally lying on the ground, rubbed his head and slowly sat up, interrupting: "Now is not the time to discuss this issue. Can you ask some nutritious questions?" After hearing what he said, Xihe hurriedly groped and grabbed his shoulders.
Tang Chen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man wake up: "Hey, you're awake. Is there anything about your body that doesn't feel right?"
Black Crow shook his head and said, "I feel dizzy, like I'm drunk. And my face is burning with pain. Can you tell if I'm disfigured?"
Wang Yanzhou said without turning his head: "It's nothing, just a little swollen, it's nothing serious."
Faced with such a disrespectful opponent who was still making irrelevant remarks, every pore of Yao Chen's body was clamoring for dissatisfaction: "Xihe, I'm asking you one last time, will you come back with me?"
Xihe supported Black Crow and said firmly, "I won't follow."
Yao Chen slowly put on the mask and shouted, "Do it!"
Just as Wang Yanzhou was about to escape with Tang Chen in his arms, and just as the people surrounding the thatched cottage were about to light the fuse, when the spark was only a millimeter away from the fuse, it fell to the side without warning, and these people suddenly fell down in a mess with their eyes rolled back.
A white-haired elder, leaving behind several afterimages at a speed that was difficult for the human eye to distinguish, appeared in front of the thatched cottage, holding the unconscious Lin Qinghui and Zhou Xiaoe in his hands.
When he saw the elder appear, Yao Chen's expression suddenly changed under the mask: "......!"
After the elder handed Lin Qinghui and Zhou Xiao'e to Zhong Qin, he stroked his graying beard and said, "You're so young, how can you be so hot-tempered?"
When Tang Chen looked at the man in front of him with white hair and beard but no wrinkles on his face, his first reaction was that this man forgot to draw wrinkles before going out: "Handsome, handsome old man?"
The elder seemed to like Tang Chen's name very much. He looked at her with narrowed eyes and smiled and asked, "Hey, young lady, do you know me?"
Tang Chen grinned and said, "No, I don't know you, but your beauty scared me."
The elder was amused by Tang Chen's little appearance: "What a talkative little girl, help your people."
Yao Chen took a few steps forward, bowed and said, "Sir, why are you here?"
The elder swept his sleeves, and a cool fragrance spread in the air: "If I don't come now, will I see you go on a killing spree?"
Yao Chen hurriedly said: "Yao Chen dare not."
The elder shifted his attention to Xihe and said, "I asked you to find my younger sister, but you've caused all this trouble. The poison in everyone's body has been cured. I'm really sorry for causing trouble for everyone."
Everyone was stunned. What happened? Who was poisoned?
The elder stood in front of Xihe and was about to take her hand, but was stopped by Hei Ya: "Little sister, come home with your brother. Although the scenery outside is gone, it does not belong to you and me."
The people standing nearby suddenly widened their eyes when they saw Hei Ya and the elder confronting each other. How could one explain this? Hei Ya and him, their facial features looked like they were cut from the same mold! Tang Chen said she almost smelled gossip.
Xihe didn't know who the person standing in front of her was, but the fragrance of this person seemed to have been smelled somewhere before: "You, who are you?"
Black Crow looked back at the bewildered Xihe, thought for a moment, and then stepped back from between the two. The elder nodded in greeting and reached out to hold Xihe's hand again: "Come, try it."
Xihe's hand slowly brushed across the elder's face. The memory, seemingly lost in time, was now brought back by the scent at the tip of her nose. She recognized this face, this smell. When did she start to forget this person? This person should not have been forgotten from her mind: "...You, are still alive!"
The elder said softly, "He's still alive, watching you from a place you can't see."
"Little brother, thank you for taking care of me during this period, Yaochen." As soon as he finished speaking, although Yaochen felt reluctant, he still handed over the Li family's jade cicada.
The elder said, "Since this is a family heirloom, I will return it to you."
Black Crow held the Jade Cicada tightly in his hand, looking at Xihe and the unknown elder, and suddenly felt a little unhappy. After the elder called Yaochen to his side, he said bluntly: "Okay, don't be so stern, the master asked you to come back with me."
"But I still have things to do..." The words were still in his mouth, but a look from the elder made Yao Chen calm down.
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