C190 Miss Xiao Hong
C190 Miss Xiao Hong
Lin Yaoyang did not dare to let himself carry a rotten name that liked men. After realizing that something was not right, he immediately pulled Director Zhao's hand away with force.
After Director Zhao's hand was freed by Lin Yaoyang, he looked at Lin Yaoyang with a strange expression in the beginning. Then, he came back to his senses. He realized what Lin Yaoyang was thinking. He nodded with an embarrassed look on his face. His face turned red.
Lin Yaoyang looked at Director Zhao and waited for him to continue.
Director Zhao saw this and said to Lin Yaoyang, "Elder Brother Lin, I don't know. Have you finished your family business yet? Can we... leave now? "
Director Zhao still had an embarrassed look on his face. He rubbed his hands and said to Lin Yaoyang.
Lin Yaoyang immediately shook his head at Director Zhao and said to Director Zhao in a tone that could not be refused.
"No! I am not done with my work here. I have to wait for a few more days. If you have anything to do, you can go ahead and do your work. When I go back, I will naturally say a few words for you from my master. Just leave your contact details behind."
Lin Yaoyang said. Director Zhao's facial expression changed. He quickly shook his head at Lin Yaoyang and said, "It's fine, it's fine. Elder Brother Lin, you are busy! I can wait. "
According to Lin Yaoyang's plan, it would be best if he could fool Director Zhao away without fighting Director Zhao. If he could solve this problem in such a way, Lin Yaoyang would have one less problem.
However, how could Director Zhao be willing to go back by himself like this? Compared to Meiyan, what Director Zhao wanted more was to brush his face in front of Lion Roaring King and to brush his own existence.
That kind of effect was totally different from what Mei Yan wanted.
Director Zhao wasn't a fool. How could he not see how big the gap between them was?
Lin Yaoyang shrugged his shoulders. He didn't care what Director Zhao wanted. After all, after Lin Yaoyang's strength had reached the Martial Arts, he was no longer afraid of Director Zhao.
Even if he couldn't defeat Director Zhao, he still had a warm Amethyst Sky thunder in his pocket. If worst came to worst, he could just throw an Amethyst Sky thunder at Director Zhao. Lin Yaoyang didn't believe that Director Zhao would be able to withstand it.
Lin Yaoyang shrugged at Director Zhao and said, "If that's the case, where do we go?"
Lin Yaoyang bent down and grabbed Ke Lia. He grabbed Ke Lia by his waist, and then his body shot out like a cannonball.
Director Zhao saw Lin Yaoyang's speed was so terrifying. His face changed immediately and he said, "How did this kid become so strong again? This is a little too abnormal. "
After Director Zhao caught up with Lin Yaoyang, Director Zhao's facial expression finally couldn't hold his normal expression anymore. Director Zhao looked like he had seen a ghost as he tried his best to follow behind Lin Yaoyang. He shouted at Lin Yaoyang and asked, "Lin... Elder Brother Lin! How did you reach the Martial Arts?!"
Lin Yaoyang ran at a fast speed while turning his face away. He smiled at Director Zhao with an expression as if he was guessing what was going on.
He then turned his head around and continued to accelerate, quickly increasing the distance between him and Director Zhao.
Director Zhao was surprised. At the same time, he started to speed up, but he started to feel tired.
At the same time, Director Zhao looked at Lin Yaoyang's back in front of him, and his eyes flashed with an expression that he could not see through. In his eyes, Lin Yaoyang's figure seemed to be drifting erratically. It was as if Lin Yaoyang's figure would disappear completely in the blink of an eye.
"This kid, how did he do it? How could it be possible? When we parted last night... He's clearly a seventh grade martial master! How the f * ck did he become a Martial Arts this morning? Was this a joke? Who dared to say that their cultivation could reach such a speed? One realm per night?"
Director Zhao still remembered how difficult it was to break through to the Martial Arts. If it wasn't for his good luck, he wouldn't have been able to break through to the Martial Arts in one go.
But now, Lin Yaoyang was right in front of him, and it was a huge blow to his worldview.
Director Zhao felt as if everything was surreal.
A strong sense of fear rose in his eyes as he looked at Lin Yaoyang, then he told himself in his heart, "As expected of Lion Roaring King's disciple! Although he didn't have a good character, his talent was really good. A little too scary."
Director Zhao didn't believe that Lion Roaring King could help his disciple plan and provide him with help. No one could help him if he didn't rely on himself.
Lin Yaoyang was moving quickly in front of Director Zhao, but he didn't seem tired at all. Director Zhao, who was following behind him, couldn't take it anymore, even though he had already reached the Half-step Martial Ancestor.
However, no matter how strong he was, the Qi in his body wouldn't be able to withstand his consumption.
"Lin... Elder Brother Lin, slow down. I, Old Zhao, can't take it anymore!"
Lin Yaoyang's face had a slight smile on it. Although he didn't recover Director Zhao's strength, his speed had also dropped to the point where Director Zhao could keep up with him, and it wouldn't be too difficult for him to keep up with his speed.
Sure enough, as soon as his speed dropped, Director Zhao's facial expression became better, and he no longer had the blush on his face.
However, this state didn't last for long before the two of them stopped completely.
Because... they had already arrived at the town market.
After Lin Yaoyang steadied his body, just as he put Ke Lia down, before he could even say a word, a sound came from beside his ear.
"Wow! Urgh!"
It was Chang Wushi. He sat on Lin Yaoyang's shoulder and vomited. It was not Chang Wushi's fault. Ke Lia was fine. After all, he had the strength of a martial master. However, Chang Wushi was only a martial artist. How could he withstand such speed?
It was fine as he advanced, but when he stopped, the contrast was too great. He actually felt a surge of pain in his stomach and spat it out.
Lin Yaoyang looked at Chang Wushi with an apologetic look. He almost said, Senior, what did you say?
Chang Wushi shook his head at Lin Yaoyang.