The Romantic Soldier King

C1295



C1295

The van came to a halt in front of a teahouse on Wellington Street, Central!" On the door was a black plaque with three golden words engraved on it: Lotus Fragrance Pavilion! Drinking tea in Hong Kong is already a habit, with a newspaper, two dishes, small points or small groups of friends sitting around, ordering a few cages of refreshments and drinking tea and chatting.    

    

It was said that it had a history of over a hundred years. Every day, there would be an endless stream of customers coming to drink tea here, especially since there were carts delivering snacks at the same time. The later customers would have to wait for the next batch, and some of the regular customers would directly go to the kitchen to get some snacks to eat.    

    

Ye Cheng stood in front of the teahouse. There were no decorations in the teahouse, it was surrounded by white walls, with a pipe placed in the middle of the roof. The black table and chairs formed a clear contrast with the white wall. With a push on his shoulder, Ye Cheng glared at the other party and then walked into the teahouse with steady steps.    

    

The entire teahouse was extremely quiet. Contrary to the bustling atmosphere of the past, only the waiters were left upstairs and downstairs, with the exception of the kitchen staff. Ye Cheng was pushed up the stairs. The space here was similar to the hall on the first floor, there were a dozen or so tables, while the other half seemed to have a private room, but at the moment, a person was sitting inside the empty second floor lobby. He looked extremely young with his head lowered, and his hair not too short either.    

    

However, from afar, the young man looked extremely awkward. Especially since his lowered face reflected the light like a mirror. When he walked in, he saw that it was actually a one-fourth naked mask. It was very lifelike.    

    

Behind the young man stood an old man, Ye Cheng did not lose sight of him because of his age. On the contrary, this old man gave off a feeling that it was difficult to ignore, it was not the kind of imperceptibly depressing atmosphere, but instead a spirit that could truly make people submit to him. As a result, Ye Cheng looked at the old man a few more times, the calm expression on his face caused him to think of a noun, Shadow Fighter! An ancient family that has long been extinct.    

    

"Please!"    

    

Ye Cheng pulled up the chair and sat opposite of the young man. He smiled and looked around: "Long story short, where is my daughter?"    

    

"Eating is fun, young master Ye does not have to worry!" The young man grinned. He waved his hand and the old man behind him handed over a box. Sigh, although I do not like using such methods to coerce people, sometimes people just cannot help themselves, there are 5 million here, I would like to ask young master Ye for a favor.    

    

"The box was opened to reveal the old man's head, which still smelled of paper money and ink." "This is the deposit. There's still 10 million after the deal is completed."    

    

Hiss! This feeling was not good, but Ye Cheng still took out a stack of money and threw it into the chest, and said slowly: I am not lacking in this kind of money!    

    

The young master chuckled, his fingers tapped on the table as he pouted. He thought for a while, then said, "I don't like the lack of money!" However, with her status, it was worth it. "    

    

Some people were born with grievances, especially when they were led by such a self-righteous person. That was why Ye Cheng did not hesitate to make his move!    

    

The young master was pulled off the chair by Ye Cheng without any resistance. His toes touched the ground but the short one had no strength to support his body. He could only raise his head and look at the ceiling.    

    

"Old man, don't move!" "No matter how powerful you are, you are still not as fast as the blade in my hand. If you don't want me to injure him, then send the little girl out!"    

    

"Listen to him!"    

    

When Ye Cheng saw her, he almost fainted from anger. Didn't this girl have any sense of crisis at all? He actually had the nerve to eat ice cream!    

    

"Little girl, come to my side!"    

    

Peony glanced at Ye Cheng, but when it came to cooking on the other side of the sofa, she crossed her legs and said: "I've told you guys before, this set is useless against him, you're asking for trouble!"    

    

What was going on? Ye Cheng suspiciously looked at Peony. She did not look like the kidnapped person, but instead looked like she was plotting!    

    

The young master cackled out loud. He held onto Ye Cheng's wrist with both of his hands and pressed down hard. After a few cracking sounds, this seemingly weak and weak young master actually escaped from Ye Cheng's control!    

    

"Bone Shrinking Art!"    

    

"young master Ye has relented!" The young master walked to the front of the peony. He elegantly held her hand and said, "I think you're right. Follow me!"    

    

Paopao looked deeply at Ye Cheng as he jumped off the sofa and followed the young master into the rear of the teahouse. Ye Cheng cursed, wasn't this forcing him to go up Liang Shan? Even if he didn't want to, he had to go!    

    

Sigh! What the hell was this girl doing? Ye Cheng followed them and quickly left the teahouse from the back door. He got into the car that was parked in the alley and drove off!    

    

Peony along the way was observing outside of the window. Ye Cheng was caught between the two men in black, and the hands in his pockets started to shake! Ah San's anxious voice came from there!    

    

As Ye Cheng listened, he said, "She's by my side!" After hanging up, the young master turned his head and smiled at him, "You're a smart person!"    

    

The car drove out of the city center and onto the mountain path before stopping in front of a gorgeous villa. The bodyguard took the lead to jump off the car and open the door to invite the young master and the old man out.    

    

After they entered the villa, before Ye Cheng could even finish inspecting the furnishings in the house, he was brought to the basement. At this time, Peony had always been by the side of the young master, not even glancing at Ye Cheng. Her slender back was straight, giving off a strange feeling, just what exactly was this girl up to? And who was this young master? He had never heard of this person before, but with Shadow Fighter by his side, he guessed that he was not an ordinary person! Sigh, this Hong Kong is not like the East China Sea. There are so many hidden talents.    

    

"This is a small profit I've given you. I hope you will like it!"    

    

Standing in front of an iron door, the young master dismissed his subordinates. Standing in the long and narrow aisle were three adults and a child. The little young master's hand rested on Peony's shoulder, and the corner of his mouth hooked up into a sincere smile. "Come in!"    

    

Just as Ye Cheng was about to start walking, Peony unconsciously blocked the door with her hand. Ye Cheng saw the hesitation in her round eyes, this little girl was indeed planning something, but was not sure if her decision was right or not. Impulse was the devil, and now that things had developed to this point, she had to continue on with both right and wrong.    

    

Behind the iron gate was a torture chamber. A middle-aged man with shackles was trapped in the middle of the room. The air was thick with the smell of blood. He was extremely unwilling for a young girl to see such a cruel scene. Although this was a little excessive for Peony and he believed that she had seen more bloody scenes than this, as long as she was by his side, this sort of thing would definitely be eliminated.    

    

"Fifth Master Qin!" Ye Cheng stood at the door and stated his identity as the person who received the punishment in the middle.    

    

"That's right!"    

    

The corner of the eyes of the person behind Ye Cheng twitched. Now, it was useless for him to try and guess the identity of this young master. " "Thank you, Son of Heaven, for leaving with the peony. This place is not suitable for little girls to view!"    

    

Without waiting for the young master to speak, the old man had already voiced his opposition. He also did not allow his master to be alone with a dangerous Ranker like Ye Cheng. The Old Falcon stared at Ye Cheng's smiling yet not smiling face. The other party's calmness had made him sweat a little.    

    

"Heaven never has a good housekeeper!" Ye Cheng walked into the torture chamber after he finished speaking, and arrived in front of Qin Wu. The man's eyes had already been dug out, and the muscles of his lower jaw were shriveled, probably because of his gums.    

    

"My subordinates did not respect the young master Ye and your friends even if they tried to kill them. Their weapons are just to the side. If you want to kill them, kill them or kill them, you will have to rely on the young master Ye's methods." "Closing the iron door behind you, the young master slowly walked to the side of a table, picked up an exquisite dagger, weighed it in his hand, and gave it to Ye Cheng." I have heard that the young master Ye is fond of cold weapons, and this short blade comes from the Qin Dynasty. It was once used to assassinate Wu Wang, and is stained with the blood of countless villains.    

    

"I'm used to using sabers, and I love old things. Thank you, Tian Shao, for your good intentions." Ye Cheng tactfully rejected the little young master. He looked at Qin Wu and said: "Young Master Tian has wasted so much energy, you brought me here and personally cut off my subordinates. It won't be as simple as giving me a treasured blade.    

    

Glancing coldly at Qin Wu, Ye Cheng was too lazy to even say a single word to him, so he walked over to the side and sat down on a stool.    

    

"Didn't you ask him who he was working for?"    

    

"The words made under torture may not be the truth, but I can hear who this person is!"    

    

"Black Turtle!"    

    

Ye Cheng began to giggle so much that tears were about to fall from his eyes. After a long while, he gathered his black pupils and asked seriously: "Young Master, do you believe it?"    

    

"The last person in Hong Kong who is willing to oppose the young master Ye is the Soul House! My two subordinates were killed near the young master Ye Hotel. I hope that you can help me find this killer. "    

    

"The Heaven Gate is known as the sleeping Flood Dragon in the Underground World. You guys only live in the three regions of the New World. If Young Master Tian didn't offend anyone, you definitely won't be dragged into my circle. Who is he?"    

    

The young master sighed! He looked at Qin Wu with regret and said, "You were an elder that I respected. My father said that no matter what you did wrong, I will let you live. I will never kill you!"    

    

Ye Cheng stared at the short Young Noble, he was always displaying the image of a well-educated, elegant and noble young master, and it did not seem like he was faking it, rather, it was all done naturally.    

    

"Of course!" My father was wrong, his kindness to you caused you to become like this, the Heaven Gate is not a bandit! "Lord Fifth, you've deviated from your ancestral teachings and betrayed your fellow disciples. You've committed an unjustified crime!"    

    

Qin Wu's body, who was locked in the middle, started to tremble violently. He screamed out in fear, looking just like an evil ghost that had come from hell. He was jumping in a strange way. Only then did Ye Cheng realize that there was only a ball of flesh below his knees, and that the wound had been corroded completely.    

    

"You can't kill me. You said that you would let me go!"    

    

Ye Cheng used all his ability to hear what Qin Wu was saying, but after that, the young master had already walked over to Qin Wu's side with a flowery sword, he pressed down on Qin Wu's head with one hand, the sword tip pressing down on his neck, he started chanting an ancient incantation!    

    

As the song resonated with the nasal cavity, the blood-filled torture chamber suddenly became sacred.    

    

Puff!    

    

The long sword pierced through the top of Qin Wu's spine, leaving no hilt. In this extremely slow process, Qin Wu's expression seemed to have been relieved of the pain, as if he had not been pierced at all. Only at the last moment of his death did he feel any pain, but at that time, he was already dead!    

    


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