Chapter 27 Sad, Leaving, Patrol

"A woman's brain is really the most inexplicable mystery in the world..." Yun Yang murmured in his heart.

"I named the little wolf cub Xiao Yueyue, what do you think?" Ji Ling asked enthusiastically.

"Xiao Yueyue?" Yun Yang twitched the corners of his mouth, saying insincerely: "Good name! That's great!"

"..." Ji Ling stared, unable to complain about this hypocritical and perfunctory guy.

But then he became excited again: "But with Xiao Yueyue's current cooperation, I won it easily! This time, I will be the big sister."

"Win for sure?" Yun Yang asked strangely. Your mysterious beast competition is about how to train pets? How fun? Thank you for being so tall as you said earlier...

"It's definitely a win!" Ji Ling was full of confidence.

"Since we've won..." Yun Yang wondered, "Then why don't you leave? What are you doing here?"

"..." Ji Ling was stunned with his mouth open. The smile on his face suddenly froze.

God turning point!

I've never seen such an incomprehensible Lu man!

"You don't think you've taken a fancy to me, do you?" Yun Yang took a step back in horror: "Girl, I'm sorry I'm still young, and..."

"Go to hell!"

Ji Ling became angry from embarrassment.

Yun Yang hugged his right foot and jumped up with a groan, grinning his teeth: "Why do you hit someone when you talk so well?"

Ji Ling gritted his teeth and looked at him, and suddenly said angrily: "Whoever is relying on you, I will go!"

As soon as he lowered his head, he rushed out holding the little wolf cub.

The eye circles are already red.

The bastard!

this……

"Why……"

Yun Yang called out behind her.

Ji Ling's footsteps stopped suddenly, with hope in his heart: "What else are you doing? Don't you want to drive me away?"

Xin Dao must be apologetic.

"Don't forget the terms of our exchange." Yun Yang said seriously: "You won, but you have to do it. That matter is very important!"

"..."

Ji Ling's tender body trembled violently, and flew out with a whoosh, and a word came from a distance: "I, Ji Ling, am not a cheater!"

The figure has disappeared.

There was a strong nasal sound in the voice.

Yun Yang stood quietly for a while, smiled faintly, and murmured: "Just remember... just in case you forget..."

Lao Mei stood behind Yun Yang, looked at Yun Yang's figure, sighed deeply, and put her head in her hands.

Young Master... You are following the rhythm of lonely life...

You can let people go, but why use this method?

...

Watching Ji Ling leave, Yun Yang's eyes flickered for a moment, his face became dark, as if a mask was suddenly put on. The whole person looks a little solemn.

"My lord..." Lao Mei sighed softly behind him, "You...you hurt Miss Ji's heart..."

Yun Yang let out a breath, and said lightly: "There is nothing sad or not; people from two worlds. The little girl may be a little ignorant, but I want to understand."

Lao Mei was puzzled: "Sensible?"

Yun Yang said indifferently: "Lao Mei, what is this girl Ji's background? You should be able to tell, right?"

Lao Mei nodded and sighed.

"If you really want to be happy with each other, you need to face what, right?" Yun Yang said.

Lao Mei sighed again.

"And, at least for now, this girl Ji doesn't like me, right? At best, there are only some vague and unformed things... I feel that this person is not bad, interesting... that's all. Right?" Yun Yang said.

Lao Mei sighed again. Yun Yang was right.

It is limited to this, not to mention liking, let alone admiration. It's just...it feels good. But it can be developed...

"So... why bother to get bored?" Yun Yang smiled, his eyes were far away, calm and cold.

"My lord is right." Lao Mei still sighed inwardly.

Yun Yang said: "So, it's just like this...it's pretty good, right?"

There was no wave in his heart, but he was thinking to himself: Brother revenge has not been avenged, my eight brothers, eight hundred brothers are still dead, and I haven't even figured out the idea of ​​revenge, so what face is there to talk about romance?

The love between a man and a woman is such a luxury to me now.

A bloody light suddenly appeared in Yun Yang's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash: "I'll go out for a while."

Lao Mei said: "I will accompany you, Young Master."

"No need."

"Marquis Yun is coming back soon..." Seeing that Yun Yang was about to step out of the house, Lao Mei said suddenly.

"oh……"

Yun Yang let out a cry, and the figure disappeared.

"Why!"

Lao Mei found that she could do nothing but sigh. I followed Yunhou for ten years; I never knew when Yunhou got married and when he had a son.

Until three years ago, he brought Yun Yang back and said he was his son; at that time, Lao Mei was in a daze. Then he stayed in Tiantang City and worked as a housekeeper for three years.

Of course, what made Lao Mei even more confused was that since Hou Yun brought Yun Yang home, he stayed for a month and left, and there was no news for three years after he left. It's like it's gone.

He didn't care about his own son.

As for Yun Yang, a son, he didn't seem to care about his father's fate either. don't ask...

Such a strange father-son relationship, Lao Mei has never seen a second pair in his life anyway!

This young master, the first two years were normal, except that he occasionally disappeared for a few months, and only disappeared two or three times a year... everything else was normal.

But when I came back this year, it was completely different from before!

...

Yun Yang was dressed in purple, and walked flutteringly. His handsome face caused passers-by to stare sideways, some girls and daughters-in-law secretly took a look, and then blushed...

He didn't walk fast; his steps were chic and calm, with a kind of idle indifference coming from his bones. His face was rosy and he was calm.

He came out of Yunfu, turned a few streets, and walked to the main road in the city, heading towards Tiantang Square.

In front of the Heroic Soul Pavilion.

There are still countless people paying homage.

The smell of joss sticks almost filled the sky.

Yun Yang followed the crowd, walked to the monument, stood still, lit the incense candle, held it in his hand, saluted respectfully, bowed to the ground, and couldn't get up for a long time.

"Brothers, bless me to find clues to the enemy as soon as possible, and revenge!"

"Brothers, bless me to find out the traitors in the court as soon as possible, and wipe out the roots!"

"Heroic spirits are not far away, brothers, let me avenge you one by one!"

"Brothers, don't worry, with me, Yunyang, even if you go bankrupt, even if you need to plunder the world... your family will not be wronged in the slightest!"

Yun Yang straightened up, inserted the three sticks of incense in his hands safely into the incense burner, raised his head and stared deeply, then turned and left without looking back.

He quickly turned into a small road and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already in a dilapidated slum-like place.

It's just that although the people here seem to be poor, they all seem very satisfied. On the side of the road, you can occasionally see some gray-haired old people sitting and chatting, with satisfaction and happiness on their weather-beaten faces. Laughter can be heard now and then.

Occasionally, one or two or two or three disabled people can be seen, or they are missing an arm, or an eye, or a leg, etc... Then they help each other and walk by the side of the road. On the scarred face, there is also a longing for life.

"Fourth Li, has your family received any money recently?"

"Got it, how about you?"

"So do we."

"I really don't know which great benevolent person is giving so much. This silver...it makes my heart tremble. What kind of wealth must I have to be able to give money like this..."

"Yeah... I have received favors from others for nothing, but I never know who it is... I am ashamed."

A smile appeared on the corner of Yun Yang's mouth, and he walked slowly without looking sideways.

Behind him, the voice of a one-armed man rang out in a low voice, which caught Yun Yang's attention.

"Brothers, I've always felt..." The one-armed man obviously had scruples, and lowered his voice: "I've always felt that... this matter seems to have something to do with the Nine Greats..."

"Master Nine?" The others exclaimed in unison.

"Shut up." The one-armed man hastily reminded: "I think... the nine adults used to give money to brothers back then, but they were in the army at that time. When sending them back, someone always catches up with them, no matter how many people go home, the minimum is five hundred taels of silver per person..."

"It was only later that we found out that the money was not issued by the military;...do you still remember?"

"Of course I remember this! How can we forget the kindness that the nine adults have shown us disabled soldiers?"

"The silver-delivery person sent by the nine adults back then was dressed in black and covered his face..." the one-armed man said in a trembling voice, "...that night, I ate badly and stayed up all night. I vaguely saw... …several black shadows, dressed in black, masked, threw the silver in my room…then disappeared…”

"These men in black wear the same clothes as the subordinates of the previous nine adults..."

Several other people suddenly shook their bodies and stood up, with intense excitement on their faces: "You... are you telling the truth?!"

The one-armed man's voice trembled violently, tears appeared in his eyes, and his voice choked up: "You said...the nine adults are not dead yet..."

His voice was full of strong hope. The thick Adam's apple rolled up and down, and said eagerly: "Nine adults...should not be dead..."

"Except for the nine adults, who can always keep these battlefield disabilities like me in mind..."

...

Yun Yang took a breath and strode away. The subsequent discussion continued, but there was already a choking sound.

"...I wish so much, the nine adults are still... woo woo..."

Yun Yang sped up his figure, turned around a few streets expressively, and came to a secluded place, stopped, leaned his back against a dilapidated wall, took a deep breath, panted...

There was a burst of colic in my heart; that's what my brothers did back then. Brothers' responsibilities and persistence, how can I not have them here?

Presumably, the eight elder brothers have spirits in heaven, and they will be relieved to see that their good deeds in the past are still continuing, right?

After a long time, he let out a breath and left here.

The second update, please recommend a ticket. The third update is in the afternoon; after two days of catching a cold, I suddenly found that more than half of the saved manuscripts are gone... Eight chapters, I really don't have enough... If only I had 800 chapters...