To be able to owe a favor to the eldest son of the Yang family, the fourth generation leader of the Yang family, is something that many people dream of doing, and many people watching the show showed enthusiasm.
"Haha, no need, I'd better apologize. Your favor is dispensable to me." Xing Luo shook his head with a faint smile.
"Boy, people have been beaten, and my people have been poisoned by you. You should be able to let it go." Wu Ziling's face was also extremely gloomy. Ding Yue is her bodyguard and a late-stage congenital master. In the eyes of ordinary people,
, that would be equivalent to a god.
But she didn't expect that Xing Luo's strength actually surpassed that of Ding Yue, and he was still extremely powerful. He knocked Ding Yue away with one punch, and also sent poisonous gas into Ding Yue's body without anyone noticing.
"He didn't apologize." Xing Luo still said calmly.
"you……"
Wu Ziling also made Xing Luo angry. She had never seen such a persistent guy since she was a child. But after thinking about it, she felt that Xing Luo looked a bit like that person. If Xing Luo was really that person's son
, then I have to stand on Xing Luo's side no matter what.
What's more, what's even more coincidental is that Xing Luo is Zhang Xiyu's boyfriend. If he is Zhang Xiyu's boyfriend, then there is no doubt that Xing Luo is the little prince. He is the little prince, that person's son.
"What's your name?" Wu Ziling frowned slightly and asked.
"Xing Luo." At this time, Xing Luo was no longer perfunctory.
Hearing this, Wu Ziling's dark eyebrows were knitted together. His surname was not Xiao, but the young man in front of him, his brows and face, looked exactly like that person when he was young.
Involuntarily, Wu Ziling turned her gaze to Zhang Xiyu. She could find that whenever Zhang Xiyu's gaze turned to Xing Luo, he would become extremely gentle.
"Xing Luo... Xing Luo..." Wu Ziling felt a slight headache, and suddenly a flash of light flashed through her mind, Xiao Xing Luo!
Yes, the young prince's name is Xiao Xingluo, and the young man in front of him is called Xingluo. There is no doubt that this young man is the young prince. As for why the young prince wants to hide his identity, then it is none of her business.
, as long as the young prince is in front of her, then she has to stand on Xing Luo's side.
"not good."
Seeing the sparkle in Wu Ziling's beautiful eyes, Lin Haoyi secretly screamed, and quickly winked at Zhang Xiyu.
"Forget it, I won't pursue this matter anymore. Anyone who needs to be taught a lesson has been taught a lesson anyway." Zhang Xiyu also vaguely knew what Wu Ziling was thinking and quickly interrupted.
Xing Luo might not listen to what others said, but when Zhang Xiyu spoke, Xing Luo had no choice but to spread his hands, walked to Ding Yue's side, slapped him on the back, and drew a line of gray-white blood.
"Okay, don't pretend to be dead, it's okay." Xing Luo said lightly, walked directly to Zhang Xiyu's side, and sat down directly.
Ding Yue noticed that the gray-white poisonous gas in his body disappeared directly, and he was slightly happy. Then he saw that it was Xing Luo's hand, and he couldn't help but be a little confused.
"I don't hurt innocent people, you are very lucky." Seeing Ding Yue turn his attention, Xing Luo smiled slightly, then looked at Yang Zhidong and said: "Not everyone cares about your favor, for my sake
For the sake of a brother, forget what happened today."
The first sentence made Yang Zhidong look a little ugly, but the next sentence made Yang Zhidong a little confused and asked: "Who is it?"
Xing Luo pinched his fingers and then said: "I should consider him as your cousin, Yang Zhihui."
"Zhihui?" Yang Zhidong was slightly shocked, his face a little incredulous. As the fourth generation leader of the Yang family, he naturally knew all the connections in the collateral and direct lines.
But the impression of Yang Zhihui gave him a kind of contempt and an extremely insignificant existence, because whenever he celebrated holidays and New Years, Yang Zhihui was a taciturn person. He rarely communicated with people in the family, and Yang Zhihui's father was not affected by Yang Zhihui.
After being promoted, he is still a deputy director-level cadre. Whether he has the opportunity to correct himself before retirement is a question.
"Although they are collaterals, at least they share the same blood. Others have it, but he doesn't. But he still doesn't care. Don't care doesn't mean he doesn't care. He is a relative. He is a relative." Picking up a teacup,
After pouring a cup of tea, Xing Luo said lightly.
The previous lesson learned from Yang Zhicheng was partly because of Zhang Xiyu and partly because of Yang Zhihui.
Knowing that Yang Zhihui was a collateral descendant of the Yang family in the capital, Xing Luo also secretly asked Yu Zun to investigate, but found that Yang Zhihui's father had a disease in his body, so he asked the current head of the Yang family to give up and let him fend for himself.
Whenever he got sick, it was Yang Zhihui's grandfather who personally took the doctor to diagnose Yang Zhihui's father's pulse and treat him. It was also because of Yang Zhihui's grandfather that Yang Zhihui's father was able to reach the rank of deputy director.
After thinking about it, Yang Zhidong fell silent, silently helped Yang Zhicheng up and walked towards the door.
"Brother..."
Seeing that his eldest brother was about to leave, Yang Zhicheng couldn't help but become a little anxious. He had been slapped twice just now. If he didn't get back such a slap, how could he still hang out in the circle in Beijing?
"Go back and be grounded for three months." Yang Zhidong said expressionlessly. He also found that he had indulged his younger brother too much. Every time something happened, he had to settle it and wipe his ass. Now he had offended someone he couldn't afford to offend.
It's time to wake up.
Realizing that Yang Zhidong was not joking, Yang Zhicheng shrank his head slightly and did not dare to speak.
Although Yang Zhidong is not his father, what Yang Zhidong says is much more effective than his father. At home, most of the elders will adopt Yang Zhidong's words.
After Yang Zhidong left, Wu Ziling walked to Ding Yue, frowned and asked, "How was it?"
"It's okay, he forced the poison out of me. It's hard to imagine that such a difficult poison technique could be practiced by a young man. This kind of poison technique cannot be forced out by internal force, nor can it rely on external internal forces.
I really don't know how he got rid of it." Ding Yue shook his head slightly.
"How is your strength?" Wu Ziling thought for a while and then asked.
"In my opinion, his true strength lies in the late acquired stage, but his physical physique is many times stronger than mine. I really don't know which god taught such a powerful monster." Ding Yue said with some admiration.
If he hadn't calmed down just now, the poison gas would have circulated faster and sharper, and the consequences would have been disastrous. But such a difficult poison was forced out by Xing Luo with just one palm.
It also made Ding Yue feel that his future life was intimidating.