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It can be seen that this Yin'er must have been born in a good family. The eldest lady has a very stubborn temper.
The personality is somewhat similar to Yurou.
Lin Xiao promised Zhang Li to protect Yin'er, but it was only to save her life. As for the rest, Lin Xiao didn't bother to care.
After driving Yin'er to the next room, Lin Xiao took an early rest.
Li day.
Early the next morning, Lin Xiao got up early. At this time, Li Huai also ordered someone to prepare a sumptuous breakfast.
The attitude towards Li Li and Li Qingmei was a 360-degree turn, which could be described as respectful.
But both Li Li and Li Qingmei knew that the reason why their father, who had always favored boys over girls, was so kind to them was all because of Lin Xiao.
No matter what, Li Li and Li Qingmei are happy from the bottom of their hearts that the family can live in harmony.
After breakfast, Li Li and Li Qingmei went to the hospital to visit their mother.
Originally, Lin Xiao planned to go together, but only one person could go to the intensive care unit of the hospital at a time, and they could only talk for a few minutes.
So Lin Xiao can only wait until her grandmother recovers before seeing her again.
After simply drinking some porridge, Lin Xiao left Li¡¯s house and went out for a morning run.
In a park in Lingzhou, Lin Xiao ran a few laps in a simple white sportswear.
When he stopped for a short rest, Zhuo Lang slowly walked over and handed over a towel and said, "Shuai Lin, that girl Yin'er got up in the morning and changed her clothes and left."
"Left? I thought she was still sleeping in."
"I thought this girl has a similar personality to Yurou, but it seems she is not as obedient as Yurou."
Lin Xiao wiped the sweat from his forehead and frowned slightly. Zhang Li handed the girl over to him. It would be a good idea to lose it.
"Yes, although Yurou is naughty, she still listens to Lin Shuai's words," Zhuo Lang said.
"Where did she go?" Lin Xiao asked.
"In Wandaomen, there is a martial arts hall," Zhuo Lang said.
"Wandaomen? Why is this name so familiar?" Lin Xiao frowned slightly, always feeling like he had heard this name somewhere.
But I couldn¡¯t remember it for a while.
"Lin Shuai, when we were fighting outside the Great Wall in the early years, a master who claimed to be a disciple of Ten Thousand Blades School shamelessly wanted to join the Death Scythe and wanted to challenge Xu Shuai, but Xu Shuai was defeated with one move."
"Then that person didn't meet the recruitment requirements of Death Scythe, so he was probably from the Ten Thousand Blades Sect."
Zhuo Lang said.
Hearing these words, Lin Xiao recalled that it should have been four years ago. At that time, he was not the commander of the Death Scythe.
And Xu Hao is just a minor leader, a middle-aged man in his fifties who calls himself Wandaomen, challenging Xu Hao's position as minor leader.
It was quite funny at the time. Before the man officially joined the Death Scythe, he was thinking about the position of the small leader of the Death Scythe.
The ending was naturally to be defeated by Xu Hao with one move, and he left the Death Scythe in disgrace.
Lin Xiao still remembered this incident. After all, it is easy for people to remember people who want to run before they even learn to walk.
"Let's go to Wandaomen. This is Li Youen and me. If it hadn't been for him, Haozi and I would have died in the desert," Lin Xiao raised his hand and said.
"Yes," Zhuo Lang nodded.
Then a business car came from the airport and slowly stopped at the intersection of the park.
Lin Xiao didn¡¯t have time to change clothes, so he could only go to Wandaomen in sportswear.
Wandaomen has a history of hundreds of years and is a household name in the northwest region.
The first sect leader, Wan Long, was considered a great master. His sword skills were so superb that he could even cut through waterfalls.
He is also considered a top master.
However, with the development of the times and the fast-paced life of modern society, few people will notice these treasures left by their ancestors.
Although the Wandaomen is said to be a martial arts hall, it is actually involved in business and has long existed in name only. It is more appropriate to describe it as a company.
The Thousand Knife Gate.
In a relatively prosperous area in the center of Lingzhou, an ancient building with a construction style that favors the former dynasty is located in the city center.
The three large characters "Wandaomen" on the plaque at the door are particularly eye-catching.
This plaque is not made of wood, but is made of stone. It was carved with vigorous knife skills. This shows how strong the person who originally carved this stone plaque was.In the inner living room of Wandaomen, Yin'er was sitting on the sofa, looking a little restrained.
"Yin'er, you came to Wandaomen at the right time. No matter who you have enmity with, except Mo Chongtian, no one in the northwest dares to mess with Wandaomen."
"You just feel free to stay here. I want to see if it's the blind guy who dares to do anything wrong to Yin'er."
Next to Yin'er, sat a young man in a suit and leather shoes. He was in his twenties, about the same age as Yin'er.
He wasn¡¯t very handsome, but he was passable. He was wearing a precious Patek Philippe on his wrist, and he was greeting the girl in front of him.
"Wanfeng, I appreciate your kindness. In fact, I did it out of anger. I will leave in a while."
"My master went too far. He handed me over to a boy who was only a few years older than me, and said that he would only save me."
"I see, his men are all better than him. Really, I am not willing to leave my life to such an unreliable guy, and I have only met him once."
Yin'er seemed to have opened up her chatterbox at this moment, pouring out all her bitterness.
"Yin'er, don't worry, my father joined the internationally famous Death Scythe back then."
"And my father said that the commander of Death Scythe begged my father to join Death Scythe, and even directly gave him the position of chief."
"But my father left because he thought his position was too low. Do you think there is anything in this world that is stronger than the Death Scythe?"
The young man named Wan Feng said this with great pride, as if it would be a great honor to join the Death Scythe.
"Is it true? My uncle has joined the Death Scythe before?"
"I heard my master say several times that the Death Scythe is very powerful!"
Yin'er instantly gained confidence.
"Hehe, yes, my father is out and will be back later."
"The two of us have grown up. When my uncle sent you to Kunlun Mountain, I was still sad for a long time."
"Now that you are back, we have to have a good time together."
When Wanfeng said this, he unconsciously moved closer to Yin'er, with a somewhat greedy look in his eyes.
"Thank you." Yin'er seemed to feel that she had found a backer. Even in Death Scythe, he was named the leader, so Wanfeng's father should be very powerful.
Dealing with the Saint Sect doesn¡¯t seem to be a big problem.
Yin'er has been in the Kunlun Mountains since she was a child. She is not particularly sensible about worldly affairs. She seems to have no vigilance at all towards this childhood playmate.
The corners of Wanfeng's mouth raised slightly, but his hands began to act dishonestly, and he slowly moved closer to Yin'er.
But at this moment, a Wandao Sect disciple suddenly ran up to the door and said, "Young Master, there is someone outside the door who wants to find Miss Yin'er."
"Damn, you really know how to cause trouble. It's that bitch who ruined my good deeds!"
Wanfeng suddenly stood up and became furious. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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