In front is a young man wearing a purple robe.

An old man in gray was following behind.

As he approached, Zhao Rong's eyes narrowed.

The warrior in black remained outside the pavilion, while the two new arrivals entered the pavilion.

"Sir." The old man in gray bowed his head and saluted.

Lin Wenruo nodded slightly and then looked at the purple-robed man who had lowered his head and remained silent since he came in.

Lin Qingxuan was silent for a while and squeezed out a word.

"elder brother."

Lin Wenruo turned his head, not wanting to look at him anymore, with a cold expression on his face.

"Brother Ziyu, I never expected that this beast would do so many things that were worse than a beast after I went to the academy. As soon as I came back, this beast hid out again. As a result, he should never have offended at Longquandu.

You." When Lin Wenruo said this, his voice suddenly became louder.

"Beast talk!"

The purple-robed man trembled when he heard the words, and his voice trembled. "Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry."

"anything else."

The man in purple robe clenched his fist and lowered his head. "I was blind and offended, sir. Please forgive me."

"louder."

The man in purple robe was silent for a while, his fists trembled, his voice was hoarse, and he shouted repeatedly. "I am blind and offended..."

"Kneel down!"

The air was shattered like a silver mirror.

The words were suddenly interrupted by a shout.

The man who lowered his head suddenly stopped.

As soon as his fists were released, he suddenly raised his head, his nose flaps were flaring, his eyes were wide open, and he stared at the eight-foot-tall tall man standing next to the piano. "I won't kneel! Lin Qingchi, what qualifications do you have to ask me to kneel down?"

"You are a madman! Use the entire Lanxi Lin family as a weight to gamble! Just for your delusion that is as ridiculous as your dead father?"

Tears dripped from his chin, and he screamed hysterically.

"You don't deserve the surname Lin, you don't deserve Sister Yuqing, you don't deserve to let me kneel down! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it! You don't deserve it!"

"You do not deserve!"

The words "You are not worthy of tearing out his throat" came out of his mouth.

The tall man next to the guqin stiffened, his right shoulder slumped down slightly, his slender fingers grasped the lyre like hooks, and the veins on the back of his white hands popped out, twisted and knotted.

next moment.

The mountain wind in the pavilion suddenly stopped, and there was no sound of wind outside the pavilion. The strong wind in the mountain seemed to be caught in the sleeves of the big-sleeved immortal, stabilizing the world!

"Zheng!" A string broke.

The purple-robed man who was roaring was instantly choked by something, and five fingerprints were traced on his neck. He could only make scattered screams, like an old hand-cranked hair dryer. He pulled his neck with both hands, trying to take back the sound.

rights, but to no avail.

"Zheng! Zheng!" The two strings broke and came again.

"Bang! Bang!" The pampered body of the purple-robed man stumbled to the left and right, and his knees hit the ground.

"Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!" Three strings broke in succession.

"Pah! Pah! Pah!" crisp slaps sounded one after another, and the man in purple robe flicked his face three times in a row. When he looked at it again, it turned purple and red and white, and he was so bloated that he could not recognize his appearance.

However, there were still a pair of blood-red eyes staring at the tall man standing next to the piano in the pavilion with his back to the piano.

"Stare again."

This was a very calm voice, as gentle as the first time Zhao Rong heard him speak.

On the last string, a red bead dropped from the tip of one finger.

"Zheng!"

The string is broken.

The purple-robed figure in the center of the pavilion dropped his head and fell.
Chapter completed!