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"My Yang Chengsi, my family belongs to a middle-grade cultivator's family. Although I'm not considered noble in this Dajing City, I can be considered a bit thin. It's fate to meet you today, why don't you come down to show you around?" This Dajing City. I have lived here since I was a child, and I know every part of this Dajing City like the back of my hand, so I will definitely let the young master have fun."

The red-clothed boy looked at Yang Chengsi with a grin, and said, "My sister said that people are unpredictable and there are many cunning people. I can see that your eyes are flickering, full of dirty and disgusting light, it must be my sister." There is no doubt that the kind of disciple you mentioned."

Yang Chengsi originally thought that if he told about his family background, even if this young man in red would not throw himself into his arms, he would at least have good eyesight, but unexpectedly, the other party not only didn't respond, but instead slandered him wantonly.

Although Yang Chengsi was sullen in his heart, seeing the smiling face of the girl in red, his heart jumped wildly again, and the seven souls were hooked to the six souls, and the anger that was full of him didn't know how to dissipate.

"Beauty, I will definitely get you today, when I undress you..."

When Yang Chengsi thought of this, desires abounded in his heart, he couldn't wait any longer, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the young man in red, and said with a strange smile, "Are you a disciple, why don't you come back to the house with me, young master?" Check it out for yourself."

"Hahahaha, you bastard Yang Chengsi is really getting more and more shameless. You dare to kidnap people by force in broad daylight. Today, I will let you know that there are still kings in this world!"

Yang Chengsi flew into a rage when he heard the words. He turned around and saw a cold light shooting towards his throat.

Yang Chengsi's expression changed slightly, and his outstretched hand suddenly turned around, a cyan aura emerged, and he slapped the white cold light.

Bang!

The two rays of light, blue and white, separated at the touch, and the white cold light was knocked out and shot into the wall. When I looked closely, it turned out to be a chopstick.

When the diners in the restaurant saw this scene, they got up in fright, turned around and ran downstairs.

Yang Chengsi's notoriety is known to everyone in Dajing City, and everyone knows it. Seeing the two immortal cultivators start fighting, and most of the restaurants are mortals, how dare they stay here.

In a blink of an eye, there were only two tables left on the second floor.

The young man in red still had a smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be frightened at all. Instead, he looked at a young man who was also dressed in brocade clothes opposite him, looking at the show.

He can't be called handsome, but he has sharp edges and corners, and his eyes are so clear, which forms a sharp contrast with Yang Chengsi's eyes.

It's just that his face was pale, with a sickly blush, as if he had some serious illness.

"Xie, Yu, Zhen!"

Yang Chengsi's right hand trembled slightly, glaring at the young man, his eyes were about to burst into flames, and his face was full of ferocious expressions, "You bastard is still alive!"

Xie Yuzhen laughed out loud, "You idiot, you didn't know how to kowtow to salute your grandpa when you saw him, and you cursed your grandpa. You are really unfilial. Come on, come on, today grandpa will teach you a lesson for your unfilial grandson, what to do one person."

Chapter 738

Unexpectedly, Xie Yuzhen smiled, a blush suddenly appeared on his face, and then he coughed violently.

He coughed extremely hard, as if he was enduring great pain again.

"Haha, you tuberculosis ghost, you can't live for a few days, and you still want to use your spiritual power recklessly, now you have another attack!"

Seeing this, Yang Chengsi couldn't help laughing, and shouted with ji.

Xie Yu really regained his strength, but suddenly laughed again, "Grandson, knowing that your grandpa will have a few days to live, aren't you afraid that grandpa will take your unfilial grandson away before he leaves?"

Yang Chengsi was taken aback for a moment, and his face instantly showed fear, as if he was really frightened by these words.

His life is extremely precious, but this tuberculosis ghost has been plagued by illnesses since he was a child. If it weren't for the Xie family, which is also a middle-grade cultivator family, who has been hanging with elixir, it is impossible for this guy to survive until now.

Xie Yu really can live from day to day, but if this guy really drags himself to the end, then he will be at a big loss.

"My lord, please don't use your spiritual power again."

Before Yang Chengsi could speak, a middle-aged man behind Xie Yuzhen grabbed his hand with a look of panic and helplessness.

"Uncle Niu, I don't need to use my spiritual power. Go and help me castrate this dog. From now on, there will be one less evil in this world."

How could Uncle Niu dare to listen? Although the Xie family was not afraid of the Yang family, they would not take the initiative to forge such a death feud.

He looked embarrassed, "My lord, the Patriarch has repeatedly ordered you not to meddle in other people's business, why don't you listen?"

Xie Yuzhen picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his head and drank it down. He laughed and said, "After Qianqiu Long live, who knows honor and disgrace? But when hatred is alive, you can't drink enough! The person who understands me best in this world , it should be Li Taibai! If you can’t live, why should you be afraid? Since Uncle Niu doesn’t want to do it, let me do it!”

"My lord, I've offended you!"

Uncle Niu gave a wry smile, and stretched out his hand to block all the spiritual power in Xie Yuzhen's body.

At this moment, a scream was heard suddenly, which attracted the attention of Xie Yuzhen and that Uncle Niu.

The two of them were stunned to see that the young man in red had inserted his bare hands into Yang Chengsi's chest at some point.

What surprised them even more was that the boy was still laughing, and while she was laughing, she grabbed Yang Chengsi's heart out.

Yang Chengsi didn't seem to die at this time, he looked at his chest in horror, and then looked back at the boy in red, "You, you... ah!!"

The boy in red smiled sweetly at him, and then squeezed the heart to burst with a little effort, and the blood immediately scattered and splattered.

"If you want to seek death over and over again, you must be fulfilled, right?"

Yang Chengsi never dreamed that the last thing he saw before his death was the picture of his heart being pinched and burst.

At this time, Yang Chengsi finally realized that the woman behind him was also a cultivator, and her strength was obviously far superior to his.

Blood gushed out of Yang Chengsi's chest, and finally cut off all vitality, and fell to the ground with his head up.

"Hey, boy, was the poem you just said written by that man named Li Taibai?"

The girl in red took out a handkerchief from the mustard bag, wiped it casually, and asked Xie Yu the truth while smiling.

"Yes, it is one of Li Taibai's collection of works "Three Thousand Poems"."

Xie Yuzhen was stunned for a moment, looked at the young man in red, then at Yang Chengsi's body, and immediately laughed again, "This scourge is finally dead, it is really a great joy in my life, it should be clear!"

After Xie Yuzhen finished speaking, he coughed violently and went to pour the wine again.

"My lord, you can't drink any more!"

Uncle Niu reached out and snatched the jug with his hands, and threw it to the next table.

"Oh, where can I sell this "Three Thousand Poems"?"

When the young man in red heard the poem, although he didn't understand its meaning, he found it sonorous and ups and downs, which was quite pleasant to the ear. When he heard Xie Yuzhen say the title of the book, he immediately became interested.

"I carried a copy with me and gave it to Xiongtai."

Xie Yuzhen saw that the jug was taken away, he shook his head and sighed, and immediately he didn't care, he took out a thick book from the mustard bag, and threw it at the young man in red.

The boy in red stretched out his hand and caught it firmly, only to see that the thick book had already been flipped through, and it was obvious that this boy named Xie Yuzhen often read it.

Randomly flipping through a few pages, I saw a lot of ideas and understandings written in pen.

"Thanks, little sick ghost."