"Huangfu Qingyue, have you ever considered what's next?"
Yang Jian sat next to Huangfu Qingyue and wanted to hear her opinions. After all, after these killers in Purgatory were eliminated, Huangfu Qingyue had to participate, regardless of whether Purgatory chose to take revenge or tolerate, otherwise, this would be a huge regret for her.
Yang Jian believes that she really wants to take revenge with her own hands.
Huangfu Qingyue lowered her head and remained silent for a long time without answering.
Yang Jian did not urge her.
After more than ten minutes, she firmly said to Yang Jian: "You and the Dragon Soul people join forces to help me block and eliminate this wave of attacks from Purgatory. I am very grateful and happy, but I hope to use my hands to grab everything that originally belonged to me!"
As he spoke, Huangfu Qingyue clenched his fists with some excitement.
Huangfu Qingyue's answer was expected by Yang Jian.
He nodded with relief and added: "Huangfu Qingyue, if you hear me clearly, I am not asking if you want to avenge yourself, but want to know your next action plan. Do you have no idea in your mind?"
Huangfu Qingyue was stunned for a moment, looked up at Yang Jian with a confused look on her face.
Yang Jian was speechless.
It was estimated that Huangfu Qingyue had never considered this issue at all. Although she had fought against Purgatory before, she had only taken one step at a time and had no detailed plan at all. Seeing Huangfu Qingyue like this, Yang Jian decided to help her.
Of course, Yang Jian is not going to take trouble.
He wanted to blame the Dragon Soul.
Just as Yang Jian was about to speak, he suddenly heard a crisp knock on the door, and a young man was shouting.
"Mr. Yang Jian, are you at home?"
Yang Jian turned his head and looked towards the gate, looking confused.
Who can come to him at this time? Moreover, the other party actually called him Mr. Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was very uncomfortable with this title. However, Yang Jian could also hear that the young man outside the door was very polite and should ask him for something.
Yang Jian walked over and thought, "Can't it be the Dragon Soul people? Have they asked about something? This is really efficient."
After the door opened, Yang Jian saw a man of twenty-four or fifteen years old standing outside the door.
The man was wearing a suit and his hair was meticulously combed. He knew at a glance that he was a person who cared about his image very much. After seeing the young man's dress, Yang Jian was sure that he was not a Dragon Soul person, because the Dragon Soul people dressed casually, which was completely different from him.
More importantly, this young man is not a practitioner.
Yang Jian looked him up and down and asked curiously: "Who are you? What's the matter with me?"
The young man stood at attention in front of Yang Jian, standing like a javelin and said, "Mr. Yang Jian, I will inform you to attend his recovery banquet at the order of Marshal Yang."
"Marson Yang? Getting sick and having a banquet?"
Suddenly hearing these two strange words, Yang Jian was really confused.
However, Yang Jian is not an ordinary person after all. You can guess the general situation with a little analysis. The young man mentioned Marshal Yang should be Mr. Yang Dingbang. It is estimated that the army still habitually called him Marshal Yang because of Mr. Yang's affairs back then.
From the standing posture of this young man, we can also see that he is a soldier reads;.
As for the so-called recovery banquet, it should have been arranged by Mr. Yang to celebrate his recovery.
Yang Jian asked about the time of the recovery party and sent the young man away.
Yang Jian, who returned to the room, closed the door with his back hand, gently raised his eyelids, and happened to see Huangfu Qingyue's smiling face.
"Yang Jian, are you going to attend this rehabilitation banquet?"
Yang Jian did not answer Huangfu Qingyue because he was still confused.
The poison in Mr. Yang's body had obviously been removed by him. The last time he was sick was just to dig a hole to bury Yang Dingguo and Yiren. Why was he going to hold a recovery banquet in the blink of an eye? Yang Jian thought with his toes and could think that Mr. Yang's drunkenness was not about drinking.
But he really couldn't imagine what Mr. Yang really thought.
Looking at Huangfu Qingyue's smiling face, Yang Jian said angrily: "Did you see some clues? If you have something to say, you will quickly say what you say will determine whether I will attend this so-called recovery banquet."
"I didn't expect that even the mysterious and omnipotent Yang Jian didn't understand anything."
Huangfu Qingyue smiled happily and said, "Mr. Yang holds a banquet and celebrates it is fake, but it is real to knock on the mountain and shake the tiger. Mr. Yang wants to take this opportunity to tell the people in the world that he is still alive. It is best not to make trouble for some clowns."
When Huangfu Qingyue said this, Yang Jian understood.
When Yang Jian was digging a pit last time, there were many families involved. If all these families were eradicated at one time, the whole of China would be in turmoil, and Mr. Yang had to be scruples. Mr. Yang took this opportunity to beat the mountain and shock the tiger, and he should have wanted to buy time.
Yang Jian also thought that Yang Jian was just a standard playboy before the age of 20 and was notorious. After Mr. Yang learned about Yang Jian’s true ability, he wanted to say that he didn’t want to find an opportunity to whitewash Yang Jian, but Yang Jian really didn’t believe it.
This is a grandfather’s love for his grandson.
Of course, Yang Jian didn't think he couldn't see the clues and there was something wrong with it.
As the saying goes, he has a specialty in his profession. Huangfu Qingyue often follows Li Mengxue and rolls around in their circle. It is more reasonable than Yang Jian in this regard.
Yang Jian stretched and said, "If the old man's idea was just like this, I wouldn't be able to get over it. I'm not interested in this kind of intestines. If I follow my ideas, I will directly pat the person who plotted against me to death."
"Yang Jian, don't you want others to know your true abilities? Are you willing to live for the rest of your life with the infamy of a playboy?"
Seeing that Yang Jian didn't want to go, Huangfu Qingyue became a little anxious.
Yang Jian shook his shoulders and said indifferently: "No interest, I don't have these messy vanity. Moreover, I, Yang Jian, have been living for myself all my life. What do others think I am a playboy or a genius? "
Huangfu Qingyue sat on the bed, completely speechless.
Yang Jian thought about it and asked curiously: "Huangfu Qingyue, whether I will go to this recovery banquet is logically just a matter of our Yang family. Why do you seem to be more anxious than me? There is nothing I don't know about here, right?"
"No, you're thinking too much."
Huangfu Qingyue waved his hand quickly, smiled dryly and shook his head to deny it.
However, Huangfu Qingyue's reaction was clearly that there was no silver here. Yang Jian laughed in his heart, but he didn't care. No matter what Mr. Yang and Huangfu Qingyue did in secret, Yang Jian believed that they would not harm him, and at the same time could not force him.
Anyway, the result cannot be changed, so they can do whatever they want.