Marshal Huang's eyes shifted, and he instantly saw Xiangyang eating silently.
To tell the truth, his eating appearance is extremely ugly, but there is a feeling of danger.
Of course, this smell does not come from the sun, but from leaf dust.
"He is a waste of Xiang family? How can he feel a little tough?" Marshal Huang asked.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and win every battle.
Marshal Huang's ex boyfriend appeared at the proposal scene. He was not angry, but ready to understand.
"I don't know. I suddenly became a strong player in the golden elixir. Even I am not an opponent."
"Has he been hiding his strength for years?"
"Possible."
Marshal Huang's eyes were dignified.
You know, his father Huang Tianba has just died, and Xiang Jia's strength is not weaker than that of Fengshen sect.
If there is a conflict with Xiangyang now, it is not certain who will win or lose.
Therefore, he is not prepared to use strong.
"OK, leave it to me."
Marshal Huang stirred up a smile and arched his hand. "Brother, I don't know what brings you here? Is it to witness the happy moment between me and miaolu?"
Xiangyang was stunned.
What happened?
It's said that marshal Huang's temper is notoriously irritable. How can he be so polite?
"Master, what's going on?"
Ye Chen said faintly, "maybe it's because I killed his father and dozens of Tianjiao of Fengshen sect a few days ago."
Poof!
Xiangyang couldn't help but be surprised and spewed out a mouthful of red wine.
And this mouthful of wine was not wasted, and it sprayed Marshal Huang's face.
"Master, you are awesome! My admiration for you now is like a flowing river and sea."
Huang Tianba is the strong one in the second layer of Yuanying, and he is outstanding in the whole demon city.
What kind of strength does Ye Chen have to kill him?
Moreover, what master said was so light, as if it were a trivial matter. He couldn't learn enough of such spirit.
It seems that he is not wronged to follow Ye Chen at all.
Xiangyang became more unscrupulous: "ouch, Lord Huang shaozong, I'm really sorry. There was a fly in my ear just now. I wanted to spray it to death, but I didn't expect it to spray you."
Marshal Huang gritted his teeth. When did he suffer such humiliation?
"Little patriarch, No."
An old man warned by a voice.
"OK, I see." Marshal Huang's face was gloomy.
……
"Haha, it's all right. I can wipe it myself."
Marshal Huang said with a loud smile, "come on, today is my engagement wedding banquet with miaolu. Please hurry to your brother."
"No, I was full just now."
Then the scene cooled down.
No one spoke, and everyone's eyes focused on Xiangyang, as if he were an outsider.
This kind of eyes have a feeling of being seen off. Xiangyang couldn't help but want to go out.
Ye Chen shouted, "Why are you going? Is it finished?"
"Er... It seems not. Master, what should I do next? Marshal Huang was surprised. He didn't want to tear his face with me at all."
"Then you won't force him? If you want to become famous, you must let Marshal Huang take the initiative, otherwise package 2 will lose its effectiveness. It's better to choose package 1."
"Yes, I'll try."
Xiangyang brewed for a while and suddenly said.
"Marshal Huang, mu miaolu has body odor. At the beginning, I accidentally smelled a few mouthfuls, which really made me refreshing and soul stirring. I wonder if you can bear it?"
Of course, this sentence will make Marshal Huang and mu miaolu more embarrassed.
Their faces seemed to exude blood and turn red.
Too much, too much.
Marshal Huang clenched his fists, and the spiritual power in his body worked frantically.
He really wants to slap Xiangyang to death.
But he had to endure any humiliation for the sake of the development of the clan.
Marshal Huang smiled bitterly, "what is brother Xiang talking about? I don't understand it. Come on, come on, the engagement banquet is about to begin."
"Young patriarch, don't worry. As long as you insist on the wedding banquet, the old man will kill Xiangyang when he goes out."
"Don't worry, martial uncle."
Not angry?
But how can Xiangyang give up?
"Marshal Huang, I'll tell you a secret."
"Please say to brother."
"In fact, I'm Ye Chen's Apprentice." Xiangyang whispered.
"What? Ye Chen?"
Huang Yuan was so handsome that his tendons burst, and his spiritual power could not be suppressed.
The hatred of killing your father is unpalatable.
I didn't expect that Xiangyang was actually the descendant of Ye Chen.
Since there is no chance to kill Ye Chen, killing one of his heirs is the spirit in heaven to comfort his father.
"Xiangyang, I want yours..."
"Little Lord, don't be impatient."
"Martial uncle, do you still have to endure bullying at the door of your home? What can Xiang Jia do? He dares to fight against our Fengshen sect? It's really impossible, so we'll go back to our sect." Marshal Huang said angrily.
"Ben Zong is our last way, so we can't choose easily."
"But..."
"Don't be so bad. You must endure it until the end of the engagement banquet."
"What? What did you just want from me?" Xiangyang asked in a harmless manner.
"Hehe, I want your belt. This belt is good. It looks like a treasure edition."
"Er..."
It's really unbearable.
Xiangyang said in his heart.
"This situation will make everything clear, let him understand the development trend of things, and he will naturally weigh the pros and cons." Ye Chen pointed to the road.
"OK, I'll try."
Xiangyang summed up the language for a while, and first took off his belt.
"Since you want it, I'll give it to you. This is the red belt I wear in benmingnian. You can hang it on your father's grave to ward off evil spirits for him."
"Thank you... Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Xiangyang continued, "in fact, you don't have to endure all the time. You know, patience is not the way to solve the problem. The more you endure, the more I advance, and infinitely refresh your bottom line. In the end, you will find that you can't retreat at all, humble as a grain of dust.
And from my understanding of Mu miaolu, what she likes is always the strong, not a man who loves her very much, but is like dust. "
This is Xiangyang's last mace.
If Marshal Huang is not angry, he is ready to change a set meal halfway.
Sure enough.
Marshal Huang looked back.
Mu miaolu's eyes were full of disappointment, which was a deep contempt.
Strong self-esteem, when did he receive such a look?
But also from your lover!
"Martial uncle, the ancients said: there is no need to endure anymore. Endurance is not a kind of indulgence. When you meet a person like Xiangyang, you'd better kill him with the momentum of thunder and seal his dog's mouth forever."
"Alas!"
Martial uncle sighed heavily.
"Kill it, I'll sweep the array for you. If you really can't stand in mordu at that time, I'll take you back to our sect."
"Thank you, martial uncle!" Marshal Huang was determined to kill, staring at Xiangyang cruelly.