When Ye Hao heard Yang Diming's profound words, he didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he could only smile awkwardly.
Yang Diming said something that made him feel guilty.
Soon, Ye Hao smiled bitterly, changed the subject and said, "By the way, I don't know what the third thing Mr. Yang is?"
While speaking, Ye Hao also looked at the Rolex watch on his wrist.
The two of them had been chatting for half an hour without realizing it. After the matter was finished, he had to board the plane.
Yang Diming did not twist, but signaled Ye Hao to push him under a pavilion, then smiled and said, "The third thing is not a troublesome."
"I hope that Xiaoyou Ye, you can help me with this old bone and deal with this last problem."
"Otherwise, it will be really inconvenient to not stand up. I believe that with my friend's methods, it should be possible?"
Ye Hao frowned slightly, and then said softly: "Old Yang, you are also a martial arts master and a generation of war gods, so you should know the best of your own body."
"You can recover completely, but it only takes half a year. Could it be that Mr. Yang, you can't even wait for this half year?"
Yang Diming sighed and said, "It's not that I don't want to wait, but that I'm not waiting for time."
"The Yang family finally needs a war god who can stand up to support his last breath."
"Otherwise, where would the glory of one of the three major families come from?"
"I can't stand up. Even if the Yang family has the reputation of Young Master Ye, you will be just a flower in the mirror, a moon in the water, and a tower in the sky."
Ye Hao frowned and said, "But if you force recovery now, it will affect your vitality."
"It's not worth it to use the price of three or five years of working to get up early for half a year."
Obviously, the last time Ye Hao helped Yang Diming deal with his injuries, he understood his situation.
If it weren't for this, Ye Hao would have helped Yang Diming stand up long ago.
Yang Diming sighed and said, "I know it too, but I still say the same thing, I'm not waiting for it!"
"Swish--"
At this moment, Ye Hao's face suddenly changed.
The next moment, he rushed out to the side suddenly, and at the same time he hugged Yang Diming and got out.
The next second, a black object hit Yang Diming's wheelchair, instantly turning into a ball of scrap iron.
The dust is flying in the field and the pavilion is shaking.
Ye Hao's expression condensed, he looked over and said coldly: "Coffin?"
"Swish swish swish swish--"
Almost at the same time, around seven Nanyang men in suits appeared.
Their faces were not concealed at all, but they all carried their hands on their backs and looked arrogant.
Yang Diming looked at this scene and his face darkened, and he said coldly: "Come on the coffin, the funeral envoy."
"You are the seven quatrains of the South China Sea?"
"Seven Quasi-South China Sea?"
Ye Hao frowned slightly and spoke subconsciously.
This name is Niu Bibobo, but Ye Hao has never heard of it before.
"Seven Quasibilities of the South China Sea."
Yang Diming explained a game in a low voice.
"These are the seven most powerful people in the killer organization Nanhai Palace."
"These seven people will not take action easily, but if they take action, they will never give up if they fail to achieve their goal."
"I guess someone wants to buy Ye Shao’s life, or mine."
At this time, the head of the Seven Quartets smiled slightly at Emperor Yang and said politely: "I am worthy of being the God of War in the South China Sea. I know the origin of us little people."
"We have two purposes today."
"First, I'm killing you, the God of War Yang who no one can kill."
"Second, someone raised the price twice and wanted this Xiaoyou Ye's life."