A young man in blue clothes was speaking arrogantly to the door. Behind this young man, there were actually three followers in linen clothes. It was obvious that this young man in green clothes was of high status.
"stop!"
Seeing this situation, Wei Hong said angrily, and then walked over quickly. After seeing the young man, he also followed his memory and remembered who this guy was.
The legitimate son of the Wei family, Wei Wuyou, Wei Wuyou's younger brother, and the number one master of the Wei family, Wei Wuyou, is a standard first and second generation ancestor, a first-class warrior, proficient in everything from eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling.
"Wei Wuyou, you have gone too far."
Wei Hong walked up to him, looked at his face that had become a little pale due to excessive sexual indulgence, and said coldly.
Wei Wulu turned around and saw that it was Wei Hong, but he didn't even look panicked. Wei Hong usually walked around when he saw him, but when Wei Wulu saw Wei Hong, a trace of ridicule appeared on his face.
"You're almost dead. I'm here to do a good deed. After all, I can't leave Xiaoye alone and helpless!" Wei Wuwu said with a playful smile.
However, when he saw that Wei Hong was not as cautious as usual, but looked unusually calm, he couldn't help but frown. After taking another look, Wei Wuyou thought he understood and suddenly burst into laughter.
"I asked you why you are so calm. It turns out that you have reached the second level of a warrior. Haha, do you think that just because you have reached the second level of a warrior, you can win over Wei Bao?"
Looking at Wei Wulu's expression, Wei Hong did not answer, but said coldly: "Get out!"
"You!" Wei Wulu's face turned gloomy and he was about to take action, but he was pulled back by an older boy behind him.
"Second Young Master, the eldest Young Master said not to provoke Wei Hong in these three days. We can deal with him severely on the arena. At the same time, we can also give Wei Song a hard blow in the face."
After hearing the words of his entourage, Wei Wulu suddenly showed a smile, looked at Wei Hong and said: "Haha, let you go today. After you are beaten to death by Wei Bao, I will let your maid serve me and treat me well."
After I’ve had enough fun, I’ll sell her to Xiaoyao Tower and let her become a bitch ridden by tens of millions of people and crushed by tens of thousands of people, haha.”
"Let's go." After Wei Wulu finished speaking, he laughed and left.
Xiaoyao Tower is the largest brothel in Songlin Town. Originally, Wei Hong didn't want to cause trouble, but after hearing Wei Wulu's words, there was a murderous intent in his eyes.
"I have always threatened others. Even if I am not strong enough today, I am not someone you can threaten."
Wei Hong said coldly in his heart, and then said with a cold voice: "Did I let you go?"
Wei Wuyou stopped, turned to look at Wei Hong, and said impatiently: "Do you feel that you have reached the second level of cultivation, so you have confidence?"
"Master Wei Hong, please be careful. Although you have reached the second level of cultivation, you are still a little weak." The follower who initially persuaded Wei Wuyou said firmly.
"Palm mouth!"
As soon as Wei Hong finished speaking, he moved quickly in front of him, slapped him hard, and said in a cold tone: "Masters are talking to each other, why are you, a servant, interrupting?"
Wei San touched his face and didn't react for a moment. Although he was called a servant, even Wei Wuyou always respected him, not because of his military power, but because of his hard work and hard work.
However, what Wei Hong said was reasonable, but Wei San could only suffer the loss of being dumb.
"How dare you hit my people?" Wei Wulu reacted, pointed at Wei Hong, and said angrily.
"Haha, what? I'm just teaching the slave a lesson for the Second Young Master. Since he is a slave, he must behave like a slave." Wei Hong said with a trace of ridicule on his face.
When Wei Wulu's face became embarrassed, Wei Hong spoke again: "Second Young Master, you can get out now, otherwise, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain to the eldest Young Master if there is any conflict at the beginning!"
Wei Hong naturally heard what Wei San said just now, so he looked at Wei Wulu with disdain, knowing that he had to swallow his anger.
"Okay, okay, I think you can still be arrogant for a few more days." Wei Wuyou was almost so angry that he vomited blood. Once upon a time, he should have said these words himself.
Wei Wuwu was about to turn around and leave at this time. He was very much looking forward to the competition two days later, when Wei Hong was beaten to death by Wei Bao on the ring. However, as soon as Wei Wuwu turned around, he felt a huge push coming from behind.
"ah!"
A soft scream came from Wei Wulu's mouth, and then Wei Wulu was kicked away. By chance, he was kicked outside the door of the small courtyard, a standard dog eating shit action.
"Second Young Master." The others did not expect that Wei Hong would dare to take action. When they realized it, they quickly ran to help Wei Wulu up.
"Damn it, how dare you hit me?" Wei Wuyou was not seriously injured, but he couldn't swallow his breath. He looked at Wei Hong in the hospital and said loudly.
"I told you to get out of here." Wei Hong said expressionlessly before closing the courtyard door.
"Ah!" Wei Wuyou's face became slightly deformed due to anger, but Wei San felt Wei Hong's momentum just now and secretly sighed.
"Second Young Master, don't worry, he won't be able to bounce around for a few more days. Young Master Wei Bao will definitely knock him down when the time comes." Wei San persuaded Wei San quickly when he saw that Wei Wulu was about to have another attack.
"Huh, let's go. I've recorded this account." Wei Wulu waved his hand and dropped a hateful word.
"Creak!"
Before Wei Hong could knock on the door, the door had already opened, and Xiaoye poked out his little head pitifully. Wei Hong looked up at Xiaoye, the tears on his face had not yet dried, but his eyes were shining brightly.
He looked at Wei Hong closely and said with a choked voice: "Young Master, it's not worth it for me."
"It doesn't matter whether it's worth it or not. If you can't even protect your maid, then what's the difference between you and a waste." Looking at Xiaoye, Wei Hong said lightly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked towards his master bedroom without paying any attention to Xiaoye who was already petrified behind him. After Wei Hong had left for a long time, Xiaoye finally realized what he was saying. Feeling the confidence that Wei Hong had just spoken, he murmured:
: "The young master has changed."
Wei Mansion Inner Courtyard
In a slightly exquisite small courtyard, there is a woman sitting in the main hall. She has a delicate appearance and is wearing expensive jewelry. She is Wei Hong's mother, Song Jia, and Wei Hong's eldest brother Wei Song is sitting below.
There was a little anger on his face.
"I will look for him in person tomorrow. How can he act so recklessly at this critical moment?" Song Jia glanced at Wei Hong and said in a calm tone, as if she was talking to a stranger.
The head of the Wei family, Wei Tiannan, is in retreat. The family is divided into several factions. Several elders each support the person they like. Among them, the most powerful among the young people of the Wei family, Wei Wuyou, the relegated son of the Wei family, is the largest group.
The second faction is Wei Song. The two factions compete with each other for power. They go back and forth with each other, and even secretly kill each other.
Family disputes are inherently cruel. Since Wei Hong has always been incompetent, Song Jia has never paid attention to it. Even if it is his own son who is of no use, he will be abandoned by him. But when he suddenly heard that Wei Hong actually wanted to fight with Wei Hong.
Leopards fighting to the death, Song Jia thought about it for a long time, and then she spent money and bought a Yuan Yuan Dan.
Although there will be negative effects, in Song Jia's opinion, being able to help the eldest son, Wei Bao is also a man under Wei Wuyou, and being able to cut off his arm is something that should be considered. As for Wei Hong's body later,
Death, Song Jia never thought much about it.
A waste can be used, in Song Jia's opinion, Wei Hong should cherish this opportunity.
"How is your current strength? Can you beat Wei Wuyou in the competition in one month's time?" Song Jia frowned and looked at Wei Song, whom she had placed her hope in, and said with concern.
"I can now freely expand and retract my martial energy, and by chance, I obtained a muscle-breaking pill, which forced most of the impurities out of my body. Now I have reached the peak of the fourth-level warrior. I believe
, Even if Wei Wuyou is in the Wei family, I can suppress him." Wei Song heard his mother's words and said arrogantly.
"Okay, you don't have to worry about anything recently. You just need to practice with peace of mind. If you can break through to the fourth level of warrior, I believe that the position of the head of the family can be said to be within your grasp." Song Jia looked overjoyed and said happily.