"Miss Jiang, you'd better not show it too obviously. Yan Dong will not tolerate you having other thoughts."
The calm male voice suppressed Jiang Yueling's desire to rush out immediately to protect Ye Changtian.
She was now in the wolf's den. She couldn't help herself and acted rashly, only to kill herself and Ye Changtian.
Yan Dong approached slowly.
A powerful invisible pressure arose, and the waiters who were still beating Ye Changtian violently froze in place.
When they turned around and saw Yan Dong, they couldn't help but be frightened to death, fearing that they might offend King Zhenbei by driving away the beggars for King Zhenbei too roughly.
That's just flattering the horse's hooves.
However, Yan Dong went straight past the unknown people and came to the embarrassed Ye Changtian...
Ye Changtian was lying on the ground, still screaming like a madman.
The tall figure blocked the weak sunlight. Under Yan Dong's shadow, Ye Changtian seemed to be intimidated by Yan Dong's aura. He calmed down and slowly raised his head.
Yan Dong stretched out his hand slightly and pulled away the messy long hair that obscured Ye Changtian's face...
The latter saw Yan Dong squatting in front of him at this moment. He seemed to really not know him, and just smiled like a mentally retarded person.
"Isn't this that boy from the Jiang family?"
As Yan Dong spoke, he secretly observed the reaction of Jiang Yueling next to Yan Wulu with his spiritual consciousness. After the latter became obviously excited, he stopped reacting...
Yan Dong knew in her heart that it was probably the boy in her family who reminded her.
"Want to eat?" Yan Dong handed a intact golden bun in his right hand to Ye Changtian...
"Thank you, uncle! Thank you, uncle!"
The disheveled Ye Changtian said repeatedly while crawling closer to the bun in Yan Dong's hand.
Just as he was about to stretch out his mouth to bite, Yan Dong suddenly threw the bun in his hand and it fell straight into the store's swill bucket...
Ye Changtian looked at the bun that suddenly disappeared with innocent eyes, and cried like a child, "The bun is gone! The bun is gone!"
"I also know Baozi. It seems that he is not crazy to an unreasonable level." Yan Dong stood up slowly and said something meaningful...
Ye Changtian seemed to have not heard the other party's words at all, and was still crying to himself.
Jiang Yueling's heart was broken in the distance. Although Ye Changtian was only the adopted son of the Jiang family, she had always treated him as her own brother...
Who would have thought that the wise and calm man who had been highly anticipated by his family since he was a child, and who had the hearts of countless girls around him, would now look like this pitifully?
Yan Dong looked down coldly at Ye Changtian who was pretending to be crazy.
He didn't see anything extraordinary about this kid before.
But just now, this kid was beaten by a group of people, but he was not injured at all. With such strong bones, he is really a good young man for practicing martial arts.
What is even more rare is being able to endure humiliation that ordinary people cannot endure.
Yan Dong already felt in his heart - this child cannot be kept!
However, he really wanted to try, how long can this kid endure?
Yan Dong made a slight gesture, and two mounted guards immediately understood and came out to pick up the swill bucket where the buns had been thrown.
"You just had one bun, how could you be full? There are so many... here."
Yan Dong said slowly.
The surrounding onlookers had long been dispersed by the mounted guards.
Yan Dong's eyes were full of gloom. If Ye Changtian didn't eat, no one would doubt that Yan Dong would directly punch Ye Changtian through with one palm.
The swill bucket was extremely smelly, and there were even flies surrounding it. In addition to the leftover buns eaten by some guests, there was more swill garbage and vomit inside.
When Ye Changtian heard Yan Dong's words, he crawled over with expectation like a child who had been deceived...
He lay directly on the huge swill bucket, and a stench hit him. He stepped back repeatedly, "It stinks, it stinks."
Saying that, Ye Changtian was like a bullied child, ready to run back to his alley.
Yan Dong watched coldly and said nothing.
Immediately, two mounted guards came forward. One of them grabbed one of Ye Changtian's arms and pushed him to the swill bucket...
Jiang Yueling on the side seemed to have anticipated what was about to happen. She had no time to worry about anything anymore and had already taken a step forward.
But a huge force pulled her, "Now that you have passed, he is really dead!"
Yan Wulu's voice seemed to always understand her innermost thoughts, and then be able to give her the most advantageous plan.
Tears had already flowed from Jiang Yueling's eyes. She knew that Yan Wulu was right, but for a moment she didn't know what to do.
"Let him eat enough." Yan Dong's words were ruthless.
The two mounted guards who were ordered to capture Ye Changtian used their free hand to press Ye Changtian's head directly into the swill bucket.
Ye Changtian struggled hard as if he was drowning.
Even if Ye Changtian closed his mouth tightly in secret, dirt was still pouring in.
After more than ten seconds, at Yan Dong's signal, the cavalry guard let go of the hand pressing the back of Ye Changtian's head.
Ye Changtian raised his head feebly, his face covered with dirt, and cried loudly: "...it doesn't taste good at all, eh eh eh eh."
Yan Dong felt that the other party was still acting with him.
He came closer and pinched Ye Changtian's neck with one hand, not caring at all how dirty Ye Changtian looked at this moment...
Yan Dong was tall, and Ye Changtian was also tall, but perhaps because he was still a boy of eighteen or nineteen, Yan Dong pinched his neck and lifted him off the ground.
Ye Changtian held Yan Dong's hand and pinched his hand with both hands, and kept kicking his legs.
Around Yan Dong, there seems to be an invisible internal energy field, which is the Yan family's ancestral skill - "Qiankun Jue".
Yan Dong no longer wants to act with the guy in front of him, he wants to kill him directly!
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Yan Wulu watched all this silently, and he even ate a few more soup dumplings.
Jiang Yueling's whole body was filled with anger.
She felt her body was floating, and she unintentionally put a hand on Yan Wulu's shoulder to stabilize her balance.
Yan Wulu glanced at it from the corner of his eye and said nothing more.
"Please... please."
Jiang Yueling's voice was soft and delicate, with a hint of weakness.
"beg me?"
Yan Wulu found it a little funny, "Why should I save the person my father wants to kill? Moreover, the person is also my love rival..."
Yan Wulu said, his eyes deliberately darkened a bit when he mentioned the word "love rival".
Jiang Yueling didn't expect, she didn't expect, where did this love rival... come from?
Is it possible that the noble Prince Zhenbei in front of him really likes me?
