C622 Zhao Mingyu
C622 Zhao Mingyu
Outside the Welcoming Pine Pavilion, a waiter pushed open the door and entered.
"Ah!"
When the waiter saw Wenren Jinglve lying on the ground, he exclaimed.
"No, it can't be that he's dead, right?"
The waiter carefully approached and found that Wenren Jinglve's chest was moving up and down along with his breathing.
"Phew... It's good that he's not a dead person." The waiter took a deep breath and the fear in his heart calmed down, "Is he drunk?"
Pushing Wenren Jinglve, the waiter shouted, "Sir, sir! Wake up!"
"Spare me..."
Wenren Jinglve suddenly sat up straight and cried out in shock.
"Sir, are you alright?" The waiter looked at Wenren Jinglve from afar and asked worriedly.
Wenren Jinglve looked around and found Wen Meng and the others were nowhere to be seen.
"Let me ask you, where are the people in this room?"
The waiter carefully answered, "They have been gone for a while."
Wenren Jinglve heard this and heaved a sigh of relief, but then he became worried again.
"I know."
After walking out of the Welcoming Pine Pavilion, Wenren Jinglve took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Du... Du... Yu Hou! Hahahah... Come on! Young Master Zhao is bright!... Hahahah... Take off another one! "
The call connected, and from the other end of the line, a noisy sound could be heard.
Wenren Jinglve frowned slightly and slightly moved the phone away from his ear. After giving a coy laugh, he said, "Is Young Master Zhao here?"
"It's you!" He remembered a frivolous voice.
"Has your star niece been taken care of? I want to see her tonight!"
When Wenren Jinglve heard this, his expression turned bitter. After pondering for a moment, he said, "This... young master Zhao, something has changed."
"En? You dare to trick me!"
Zhao Mingyu held the phone in his hand, and a fierce look flashed across his face, "Wenren Jinglve, you promised me that!"
"My dad is an honorary elder of the Martial Alliance. You have to think clearly about the consequences of messing with me!"
Wenren Jinglve wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said nervously, "Don't, don't! Young Master Zhao, how could I dare to mess with you! It was supposed to be a good thing, but who would have thought that someone would mess it up!"
" Bang bang... "
On the phone, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground and shattering could be heard.
"Who is it? To actually dare to disrupt this young master's plans! I'm really tired of living!"
Wenren Jinglve's body trembled, and he whispered into the phone, "His name is Ye Yu, and Meng Yue seems to be interested in him. He's the one who stopped me. If I follow him, I won't be able to take Meng Yue away! "
"Ye Yu?"
"Yes, he's called Ye Yu, a young man about eighteen or nineteen years old! "
"Hehe..." On the phone, Zhao Mingyu sneered, "Wenren Jinglve, you are really going back to life!"
"You were stopped by such a young man? Have you become trash, or have you said that my Zhao Family's name is not good to use?"
Wenren Jinglve's face turned bitter. "I... I have no choice! This Ye Yu seems to have a very deep background!"
"Deep? Can he still be as deep as my Zhao Family? "
Zhao Mingyu sneered and then ordered a middle-aged man beside him, "Ah Jin, go and kill him!"
"Wait!" Wenren Jinglve's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stopped Zhao Mingyu.
"Young Master Zhao, this Ye Yu seems to be Senior Heavenly Sword's Junior Brother! Don't act recklessly!"
There was a moment of silence on the phone, and then Zhao Mingyu's angry shout rang out.
"Wenren Jinglve! Is your head full of shit? Where did Lee Wuzhen come from, Junior Brother? "
"And a seventeen or eighteen year old Junior Brother?"
"Wenren Jinglve, are you trying to make me laugh?"
Wenren Jinglve was stunned, and his mind was a bit blank. He muttered, "But this was said by Xing Meng himself! And he even called that young man 'Martial Uncle'. It can't be wrong!"
"Xing Meng?" On the phone, Zhao Mingyu sneered, "Is it that trash?"
"You also believe his words! This is just lying to you! You stupid pig! "
"Bang! Du... Du..."