Suddenly, the noisy whole place became silent.

Dragon weapon!

This is a dragon weapon!

Yu Wei actually has a dragon weapon on his body!

For a moment, everyone was breathing rapidly, with a look of horror in their eyes.

In the Yanhua Kingdom, dragon weapons are not something ordinary people can hold.

Just like the size of the Zhao family, even if you want to get one, you can't do it.

But Yu Wei casually took out a dragon weapon. Who is this person?

Sorry to bother you!

"Say, keep talking."

Yu Wei looked at Zhao Hong with a half-smile.

In just a few dozen seconds, cold sweat broke out on Zhao Hong's forehead, and his legs and feet couldn't help but tremble.

He was so regretful!

"If it weren't for your surname Zhao today, you would have turned into a dead body lying on the ground."

Yu Wei's words exploded in Zhao Hong's heart like thunder.

Zhao Hong's voice was trembling: "Yes, I'm sorry, I was too talkative, I was wrong, I deserve to die."

Snap...

As he said that, he raised his trembling hand and slapped himself honestly to show his sincerity.

On the side, Yan Gang seemed to have seen a ghost.

His face turned pale, with a look of fear in his eyes, and he quietly hid among the crowd.

Thinking of what he had just done at the gate, he felt frightened.

What kind of existence have you messed with!

Snap...

In the eerily silent atmosphere, a slight voice sounded.

At some point, Yang Ziyan took out a cigarette from his bag, lit it up with a lighter.

The scene just now made him feel a little heavy.

Zhao Feiting was strong-willed, but people like the Zhao family actually quarreled over the division of family property, and they didn't have the courage they should have.

"Sorry, I forgot to ask if smoking is allowed here?"

Yang Ziyan looked at everyone in the Zhao family.

He said this on purpose. Since they bumped into each other, he had to give these people a little power and help educate his old friends.

"Yes, you can smoke it."

Zhao Hong suddenly trembled and replied with a flattering look on his face.

In fact, according to the Zhao family's rules, smoking is never allowed in the living room.

But now...

Who dares to say no?

"That's good!"

Yang Ziyan stepped forward, walked slowly over the table by the window, and sat down.

"Could one of you please inform Mr. Zhao that an old friend is waiting for him here?"

After saying that, Yang Ziyan looked out the window.

Zhao Ling is okay after what happened last night.

Zhao Shan and others looked at him, and at this moment, their minds were a little confused.

…

Zhao's backyard.

In a quiet place, Zhao Feiting, dressed in white with slightly gray hair, was watering the flowers with a sprinkler in his hand.

Behind Zhao Feiting, Zhao Xuanyang stood respectfully.

"You know my character best, why do you still ask me what to do?"

After a while, Zhao Feiting put down the shower in his hand and looked into the distance.

I still remember those days...

The worst defeat he suffered was because he blindly compromised and ended up kneeling in front of others and suffered a lot.

However, the compromise did not win the enemy's sympathy, but instead intensified the abuse.

He once thought he would never see the sun the next day.

until……

The young figure appeared.

He just waved his hand, and the enemies, who were so powerful that Zhao Feiting despaired, knelt on the ground and begged for mercy one by one as if they had seen a ghost.

Zhao Feiting will never forget that look, sympathy, pity...

Since then, Zhao Feiting has been cruel and will never be a coward and compromise with his enemies.

That young man’s name is Brother Jiu.

Longmen Ninth Brother!

With a face as beautiful as a crown jewel and a heart as rich as a palace, he is comparable to a big shot, and he is the least like a teenager.

Later, war broke out in the country, and Zhao Feiting fought with Brother Ninth for nearly a year, forming a life-long friendship.

"You can go away. You are the head of the Zhao family. You have the final say on how to decide. I have no control over it."

Zhao Feiting waved his hand to Zhao Xuanyang.

The reason why he delegated power to Zhao Xuanyang was because he did not want to drag the entire Zhao family into the abyss because of his too tough personality.

"Father……"

Zhao Xuanyang couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he saw Zhao Feiting's old age.

Sighing, Zhao Xuanyang prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Grandpa, Dad..."

A slightly nervous voice suddenly remembered.

Zhao Shan and Zhao Ling hurried in and talked about what happened in the living room.

"Yang Ziyan?"

Zhao Feiting and Zhao Xuanyang looked at each other, both confused.

Zhao Feiting really couldn't remember when he met a man named Yang Ziyan.

And he is still a young man in his twenties.

"Don't you know me?"

Zhao Shan was even more puzzled.

Yang Ziyan clearly swore to him.

"Oh, by the way, he asked me to tell you before that Brother Ninth is looking for you..."

Zhao Shan suddenly remembered what Yang Ziyan said at the gate when he wanted to confirm his identity with Zhao Feiting.

Bang……

Before he finished speaking, the showerhead that Zhao Feiting had just picked up suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhao Feiting, who originally had a twilight look, seemed to be glowing with a second spring in an instant, and his eyes burst out with brilliance.

He was trembling all over, holding Zhao Shan's arm tightly, the excitement on his face could not be concealed.

"You...who are you talking about?"

Zhao Feiting looked at Zhao Shan in disbelief.

Zhao Shan only felt as if her arm was clamped by pliers.

"Nine...Nine brother."

Uh-huh...

Zhao Feiting had already rushed out like an arrow from a string.
To be continued...