Wu Tianhao's face turned blue and red, which was more exciting than the face-changing in Sichuan Opera.

He secretly regretted that he should not have troubled Mr. Yu at the poetry conference, nor should he have allowed Mr. Yu to tell his scandal.

"Brother Wu, don't worry, I won't discriminate against you." Zihong patted Wu Tianhao's shoulder with sincerity.

The men behind him also looked at him sympathetically.

"Damn...bastard..."

Wu Tianhao gritted his teeth and turned his sight to Yu Yi, his eyes extremely hateful: "My surname is Yu, I owe everything I have to you. I will make you unable to survive and unable to die."

He turned his attention to Wu Zongfeng in the corridor on the second floor, "Grandpa..."

Wu Gongfeng nodded slightly, looked at Yu Yi calmly, and said: "I admire Mr. Yu's talent very much.

Xiao Hao is usually a bit naughty, and sometimes he can't even distinguish priorities.

He has provoked Mr. Fish, and even if you break his hands and feet, the old man will not have any objection.

But you absolutely should not, absolutely should not, abolish Xiao Hao and end the inheritance of the Wu family."

Faced with Wu Zongfeng's threat, Yan Qingqing and Zixin looked anxious.

Emperor Zisheng did not speak, and the two of them did not dare to plead for mercy rashly.

He just kept winking and told Yu Yi to leave quickly.

Yu Yi raised his middle finger and said with a sneer: "Ha... What he said so high-sounding is just to bully the small.

I'll stand here, if Wu Zongfeng doesn't dare to take action, you will be the grandson."

The literati present were stunned.

Isn't Mr. Fish afraid of death?

"Very good... then you go and die." Wu Zongfeng stretched out his hand, crossed the space, and grabbed Yu Yi downstairs.

"Xiaoyu, leave quickly."

"Brother-in-law, run away quickly."

Yan Qingqing and Zixin spoke out at the same time, trying to drag Yu Yi away from Hongxiu Pavilion.

The two of them were surprised to find that the place where they were was blocked by a mysterious force, making it impossible to move.

Even the suppressive formation of Red Sleeve Pavilion will be useless if a saint-level powerhouse takes action.

Seeing Wu Zongfeng's big hand, he was about to grab Yu Yi's face.

The literati in the courtyard seemed to have foreseen the tragic scene of Mr. Yu's head being crushed, and they couldn't help but turn their heads away, not wanting to see the bloody side.

However, the opposite happened. The hand stopped less than ten centimeters away from Yu Yi's face, and was forced to stop.

Wu Gongfeng was so frightened that he quickly pulled his hand back and looked around with a confused expression: "Who is stopping the old man?"

"It's interesting..." Emperor Zisheng murmured in a low voice.

Everyone watching the excitement was also confused. It seemed like no one took action?

Could it be that some big boss in the private room on the second floor is secretly helping Mr. Yu?

"Hmph... Old guy, you want to touch my brother Yu, have you asked someone Jiang?" Jiang Yuyao sneered.

Wu Gongfeng discovered that the person who made the sound was Jiang Yuyao standing in front of Yu Yi.

He glanced at the little saint over and over in confusion, although he was unable to determine her true level and specific identity.

But no matter how you look at her, she is just a young girl.

It's not some old monster trying to act young.

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(End of chapter)
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