"Okay, let's go." Feng Yi rarely argued with Ye Ming and let him lead his hand.
Ye Ming and Feng Yi walked out under everyone's astonished gaze. When passing by the white-bearded old man, Ye Ming said, "I'd like to trouble you to ask the Zhang family for compensation for this hotel."
The white-bearded old man was finally awakened by the sound and quickly replied, "Yes, sir, thank you for getting rid of this great scourge for Qingniu City!"
Ye Ming said nothing and left with Feng Yi. And then, how did the major forces in Qingniu City divide up the Zhang family?
The fate of the Zhang family was not something Ye Ming wanted to care about. Perhaps many years later, a young man would appear and shout, "You killed my grandfather and father! I will take revenge today!" and come to find Ye Ming and Feng Yi.
This is the world of fantasy. Of course there is right and wrong, but in the final analysis, whoever has the bigger fist is the boss.
We're both fighting for a spiritual plant, so am I necessarily a good person? Although this is also true in the real world, the fantasy world is inevitably more intuitive and bloody.
Feng Yi couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, but he quickly shook off the thought in his mind. Being a saint in a fantasy world is like an old man hanging himself because he thinks his life is too long.
Ye Ming was keenly aware of Feng Yi's depression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yi came back to his senses and said with a smile: "It's okay, I just miss the sect's wine. The wine here is too hard to drink."
"Come on up, I'll carry you and we'll reach the sect in two days." Ye Ming didn't ask any more questions.
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