If according to her idea, it would be best to leave here immediately, and then find a way to leave the ancient eastern country and hide outside for ten or eight years.
But Ning Beichen refused to leave, and she didn't dare to leave alone. She could only stay by Ning Beichen's side uneasily.
She was very grateful to Ning Beichen for saving her, but Ning Beichen refused to leave, which made her scold Ning Beichen for being too arrogant and bold.
Huang Yinghai was a wealthy man in the West City. Ning Beichen killed his son in front of him. I wonder how Huang Yinghai was willing to let it go?
Time passes minute by minute.
Ning Beichen was sitting on the sofa leisurely, while Liu Yixin was restless at the side, feeling that the days were like years.
In fact, Ning Beichen was very interested in Liu Yixin, but there was one thing he really couldn't figure out.
Did Huang Haibo kidnap and imprison Liu Yixin because he just wanted to get her?
This is a bit ridiculous.
Huang Yinghai is a rich man in the West City. No matter how incompetent his son is, he is still the second generation of rich people. He has not seen a woman for hundreds of years. Is it really necessary to do this?
Ning Beichen thought for a while and looked at Huang Yinghai who was like a poisonous snake.
"Huang Yinghai, after all, you are also a rich man in the West Market. Has your son never seen a woman?"
"If your son really likes her, your son can just pursue her. Is there any need to be so anxious and use such dirty and dirty methods?"
"What do you know? She is Ding..."
Huang Yinghai blurted out without thinking, but when he came to the word "ding", he immediately came back to his senses and refused to say any more.
"tripod?"
"What tripod?"
"Could it be a cauldron!"
A light flashed in Ning Beichen's mind, and he glanced at Liu Yixin subconsciously.
Just like other words, Ning Beichen may not be able to guess it.
But Huang Yinghai's reaction, combined with Huang Haibo's eagerness to get Liu Yixin, Ning Beichen is really an idiot if he still can't figure it out.
"How brave!"
Ning Beichen's eyes flashed with murderous intent.
Using women as a cauldron is an evil method that should not be tolerated in the world, no matter in ancient times or now. Fortunately, he took a step early. If Liu Yixin's body was really taken away by Huang Haibo, Liu Yixin's life would be over.
Before, Ning Beichen was still thinking whether he had gone too far by killing Huang Haibo, and also offended the Qingye Sect for it.
But now Ning Beichen no longer has this idea. Scum like Huang Haibo is not qualified to live in this world.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Huang Yinghai showed a ferocious smile to Ning Beichen.
"The people from the Qingye Clan are here. You have no way out. If you kill my son, I will definitely cut you into pieces!"
Before Ning Beichen could speak, he saw the door of the room opened and several people walked in from outside.
The person who came in was indeed from the Qingye Sect, but it was not the sect leader of the Qingye Sect, but an elder of the Aoye Sect and several disciples of the Aoye Sect. They probably thought that the sect leader did not need to personally take action.
It is enough for the elders to come forward.
"Elder Fan, you must avenge Quan Zi..."
As soon as the people from the Qingye Sect came in, Huang Yinghai started crying to the elders of the Qingye Sect. In addition, his injuries were clearly visible and he looked miserable. The elder of the Qingye Sect looked at Ning Beichen suddenly, like a head.
A tiger that wants to eat people.
The Qingye Sect has been passed down to the world for more than 200 years, and Huang Yinghai is one of the tools of the Qingye Sect to make money in the secular world. Slapping Huang Yinghai would be equivalent to a slap in the face of the Aoye Sect.
Not to mention, Ning Beichen also killed Huang Yinghai's son.
Huang Yinghai's son, Huang Haibo, had already joined the Qingye Sect and was a disciple of the Qingye Sect. If his disciple was killed, it was no small matter.
Fan Haitong lowered his head and looked at Huang Haibo's body on the ground. His face looked very ugly, and his temples on both sides were beating constantly.
Although the Qingye Sect is not as good as Shaolin Wudang and other famous sects, it is not something that cats and dogs can bully.
"Huang Foreign Affairs, don't worry. Your son is a disciple of my Qingye Sect. I will definitely avenge him."
Fan Haitong said to Huang Yinghai pitifully.
Huang Yinghai had a son at an old age. Such a precious son was now killed. If the Qingye Clan didn't help him avenge him, who would dare to work for the Qingye Clan in the future.
"You can commit suicide and I will leave you a whole body."
Fan Haitong looked at Ning Beichen and said.
"The elder of Aoba Gate?"
Ning Beichen watched coldly and didn't speak until now. He originally thought that the person coming would be the master of the Qingye Sect, but in the end it was just an elder who came.
I don’t know whether the Qingye Clan underestimated him, or the Qingye Clan felt that Ning Beichen was vulnerable.
"I, Fan Haitong, the elder of Qingye Sect, can make you understand."
Fan Haitong said proudly to Ning Beichen.
Yes, he was also guilty of judging people by their appearance. Seeing that Ning Beichen was so young, probably in his twenties, he didn't take Ning Beichen seriously at all.
However, Huang Yinghai was a little anxious and hurriedly reminded Fan Haitong.
"Elder Fan, although this boy is young, he is cunning and has strong martial arts skills. We must not let him go."
"I know it in my heart."
Fan Haitong waved his hand to Huang Yinghai, but he didn't listen at all.
This Huang Haibo is also useless. He is just a young boy. To scare him like this is really an embarrassment to the Qingye Sect.
"You are no match for me, I'd better let the master of Qingye Sect do it."
Ning Beichen sat on the sofa, glanced at Fan Haitong and said.
"Arrogant!"
"To deal with a young boy like you, why does the sect master need to take action and ask me to weigh how much you weigh!"
Fan Haitong shouted angrily, stepped in front of Ning Beichen, and punched him.
"roll!"
Ning Beichen shouted loudly without even changing his sitting posture. A terrifying aura instantly enveloped Fan Haitong.
Before Fan Haitong's fist could come over, Ning Beichen waved his arm and used a stone-throwing hand to hit Fan Haitong directly in the middle.
But Fan Haitong was so taken by Ning Beichen's grandmaster momentum that he couldn't even move. Before he could react, he felt as if his internal organs were blooming, and the pain made his facial features distort.
A few bang bang bang sounds.
Fan Haitong backed up quickly. Every time he took a step back, a footprint appeared on the floor. He left a total of seven or eight footprints on the floor before he stopped.
A woo ah sound.
Fan Haitong opened his mouth and a large mouthful of blood spurted out. His face turned blue-gray when he saw it.
"No, Mr. Zhao is injured. Let's get in together."
Several disciples from the Qingye Sect who came with Fan Haitong immediately attacked Ning Beichen.
"don't want……"
Before Fan Haitong could say anything, he saw that the disciple of the Qingye Sect who had taken action had already flown out and was lying on the ground in a mess. He was no match for Ning Beichen in the first round.