Looking at Yan Mei sitting where he just sat, and then at Feng Yunshang sitting next to Yan Mei, Feng Yunshang still had disheveled hair and a red and swollen face. Seeing this, he felt depressed.

His breath became even more congested.

Yan Mei said with a stinky face: "I want crystal stones, 200 million."

Feng Yanhuo knew that Yan Mei would definitely make such a request when he returned to the mansion. He frowned and came to Yan Mei anxiously, saying: "Madam, I am a general and I will make a request every month."

It’s not like you don’t know about salary, it’s 200 million, even if you dig out my ancestral graves, I can’t give you 200 million.”

"Then you mean to ignore my father's matter." Yan Mei turned around, her eyes widened, and she stared at Feng Yanhuo with an angry expression.

"Help, of course I have to help, but Madam, this is not the way to help. You have to look at our family's situation." Feng Yanhuo replied in embarrassment.

Yan Mei immediately slammed the table again, stood up and shouted: "What's going on in our family? Feng Yanhuo, I'm warning you, don't make me angry, or I'll set your general's house on fire."

"Madam, madam, don't get excited, be careful of moving the fetal air." Yan Mei made such a fuss, Feng Yanhuo was really worried about the baby in her belly, for fear that something might go wrong.

However, Yan Mei pushed Feng Yanhuo away, walked a few steps forward, bent down, picked up the sword that Feng Yanhuo had just thrown aside, pointed the sword at Feng Yanhuo and said: "Do you want to take it or not?"

?”

"Take, take, I will take as much as you want. Put down the sword quickly, don't hurt yourself." Feng Yanhuo was anxious and held the sharp sword. The blood immediately stained the silver sword red.

The body fell to the ground drop by drop.

When Feng Hantian and Feng Yunshang saw this, they both walked forward and advised: "Mom, daddy is injured."

"Mom, put down the sword quickly." Feng Hantian held Yan Mei's sword-holding hand.

The moment Yan Mei let go of her hand, she also fell to the ground. Feng Yanhuo, regardless of her hand being injured, stretched out her hand and hooked Yan Mei's waist, then picked her up and said nervously: "Quickly

Call the doctor."

*

On the other side, Beiming Yexuan arrived at Yan Mansion in person.

Yan Wutao fell ill and lay in bed, unable to greet Beiming Yexuan who came to the hall.

Beiming Yexuan then retired all the demon soldiers and went to Yan Wutao's room with Elder Feng Shangxian.

Yan Wutao has always been resentful about this matter and is very reluctant to see Beiming Yexuan.

"Chief Feng, our master said we can't see guests." The servant stopped him outside the door.

Feng Shangxian said in a low voice: "Shengshi Yan, I know you are listening to me. Your Highness Yaohuang wants to say a few words to you, and then leave."

There was no movement in the room. Seeing this, Feng Shangxian was about to speak out to persuade. Beiming Yexuan reached out to stop him and said, "Clan Chief Feng, let me go in and take a look."

"No, you can't..." The servant opened his arms and blocked Beiming Yexuan. Beiming Yexuan raised his hand and patted the servant on the neck, causing the servant to fall unconscious.

Beiming Yexuan gently opened the door and walked into the room. A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the door closed automatically.

He paused and looked at the bed. Yan Wutao's back was turned to him and he didn't move at all.

Beiming Yexuan's hand stretched out from under the red shirt, holding a white jade token in his hand, and he walked slowly towards Yan Wutao.

"Sheng Yan." Beiming Yexuan called softly.

Yan Wutao still didn't move.

"Didn't you ask me to leave the whole body of your grandson?" He looked at Yan Mei, who was sitting where he just sat, and then at Feng Yunshang, who was sitting next to Yan Mei. Feng Yunshang still had a head on his head.

Seeing his disheveled hair and red and swollen face, he felt even more depressed.

Yan Mei said with a stinky face: "I want crystal stones, 200 million."

Feng Yanhuo knew that Yan Mei would definitely make such a request when he returned to the mansion. He frowned and came to Yan Mei anxiously, saying: "Madam, I am a general and I will make a request every month."

It’s not like you don’t know about salary, it’s 200 million, even if you dig out my ancestral graves, I can’t give you 200 million.”

"Then you mean to ignore my father's matter." Yan Mei turned around, her eyes widened, and she stared at Feng Yanhuo with an angry expression.

"Help, of course I have to help, but Madam, this is not the way to help. You have to look at our family's situation." Feng Yanhuo replied in embarrassment.

Yan Mei immediately slammed the table again, stood up and shouted: "What's going on in our family? Feng Yanhuo, I'm warning you, don't make me angry, or I'll set your general's house on fire."

"Madam, madam, don't get excited, be careful of moving the fetal air." Yan Mei made such a fuss, Feng Yanhuo was really worried about the baby in her belly, for fear that something might go wrong.

However, Yan Mei pushed Feng Yanhuo away, walked a few steps forward, bent down, picked up the sword that Feng Yanhuo had just thrown aside, pointed the sword at Feng Yanhuo and said: "Do you want to take it or not?"

?”

"Take, take, I will take as much as you want. Put down the sword quickly, don't hurt yourself." Feng Yanhuo was anxious and held the sharp sword. The blood immediately stained the silver sword red.

The body fell to the ground drop by drop.

When Feng Hantian and Feng Yunshang saw this, they both walked forward and advised: "Mom, daddy is injured."

"Mom, put down the sword quickly." Feng Hantian held Yan Mei's sword-holding hand.

The moment Yan Mei let go of her hand, she also fell to the ground. Feng Yanhuo, regardless of her hand being injured, stretched out her hand and hooked Yan Mei's waist, then picked her up and said nervously: "Quickly

Call the doctor."

*

On the other side, Beiming Yexuan arrived at Yan Mansion in person.

Yan Wutao fell ill and lay in bed, unable to greet Beiming Yexuan who came to the hall.

Beiming Yexuan then retired all the demon soldiers and went to Yan Wutao's room with Elder Feng Shangxian.

Yan Wutao has always been resentful about this matter and is very reluctant to see Beiming Yexuan.

"Chief Feng, our master said we can't see guests." The servant stopped him outside the door.

Feng Shangxian said in a low voice: "Shengshi Yan, I know you are listening to me. Your Highness Yaohuang wants to say a few words to you, and then leave."

There was no movement in the room. Seeing this, Feng Shangxian was about to speak out to persuade. Beiming Yexuan reached out to stop him and said, "Clan Chief Feng, let me go in and take a look."

"No, you can't..." The servant opened his arms and blocked Beiming Yexuan. Beiming Yexuan raised his hand and patted the servant on the neck, causing the servant to fall unconscious.

Beiming Yexuan gently opened the door and walked into the room. A gust of wind suddenly blew, and the door closed automatically.

He paused and looked at the bed. Yan Wutao's back was turned to him and he didn't move at all.

Beiming Yexuan's hand stretched out from under the red shirt, holding a white jade token in his hand, and he walked slowly towards Yan Wutao.

"Sheng Yan." Beiming Yexuan called softly.

Yan Wutao still didn't move.
Chapter completed!