Yan Murong said this inexplicable sentence was not loud, but almost everyone heard it when he said it in such a quiet occasion.
Everyone who pays attention here is full of mist.
They may not know who Zheng Wuming is, but they are familiar with the three major traditional Chinese medicine families in China.-----The helms of the three major traditional Chinese medicine families appeared together, which surprised them. In recent years, these old seniors have not appeared together in such a high-profile manner.
The reason why they couldn't figure out the current situation was because Yan Murong suddenly walked over, but he didn't say hello to the three of them, but looked at the guy who walked behind them and looked like a bodyguard and said something that everyone was puzzled.
For a moment, many guys with pure appearance and evil hearts even secretly thought about what happened to these two men that night?
You're running fast?
Is this a story about a man trying to do something wrong to another man, while another man struggles in every way and finally escapes from the tiger's mouth and protects his chastity?
Hua Peiyou and Li Boteng didn't understand why, but both of the Zheng family knew what Yan Murong was saying, but they didn't show anything on their faces. However, Kunlun, after Yan Murong said this, his pupils suddenly shrank.
Although Kunlun covered up quickly, he still couldn't escape Yan Murong's eyes. Yan Murong saw the change in his eyes clearly.
In fact, even if Yan Murong thought about it with his butt, he knew that the person who ambushed him that night and kidnapped Yan Minghua was sent by Zheng Wuming. But he was sure that Zheng Wuming would never go there himself-----------Kunlun, who could enter the venue with Zheng Wuming must be the one who drove away that night.
The reason why he came over and said this meant that Yan Murong was looking for trouble.
Many times, the old man said to Yan Murong by his left ear and right ear, but Yan Murong regarded a few of the words as a sage.
Among them, the old man said----Whoever wants my life, I will take his life first.
"This little friend-----"
"I'm not here to find you." Before Zheng Yan finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Murong.
"I'm not here to find Zheng Wuming," Yan Murong said with a harmless smile on his face. "I hate him-----but I'm quite interested in the slave behind him."
Slave? He called himself a slave?
Kunlun suddenly felt a sense of anger in his heart.
It is true that his name is Kunlun, nor is it false that his surname is Zheng. However, in the Zheng family, no one dares to regard him as a servant, no one has called him, or no one dares to call him a slave.
What is slave? Slave is the title given to himself when eunuchs faced their masters in the Ming and Qing dynasties.
Of course, it is very tactful to say derogatory words, but it is actually just a swear word.
"Yan Murong, you are irritating me." Kunlun's face turned cold. He looked at Yan Murong and said coldly. Even Yan Murong could feel that at this moment, the air around seemed to solidify suddenly, and he could even feel a gust of cold wind blowing around him.
"Murderous aura!" Yan Murong thought to himself.
This man has killed many people, and there are still many, otherwise how could he have such a strong murderous aura?
Automatically ignoring Kunlun's almost sucking tone, Yan Murong asked with a smile, "Do you know me now?"
"What do you want?" Kunlun asked in a deep voice.
"What does he want to do? Do you need to tell you this slave?" At some point, Yan Minghua had already walked up, stood beside Yan Murong, looking at Kunlun with a calm look on his face.
Like Yan Murong, Yan Minghua only thinks that the three major traditional Chinese medicine families and seniors cannot be seen----she is not in this circle, so there is no need to please them. Besides, with Yan Minghua's identity, there is no need to please them. What's more, this crazy woman and Yan Murong's thinking are almost the same---they never know what respecting the elderly and loving the young.
Zheng Yan had no expression on his face, as if he was just a spectator, but Zheng Wuming's face turned a little ugly.
Looking at Kunlun again, his face was almost ashen------ He could refute a few words about Yan Murong, but he was a little powerless when facing Yan Minghua.
This crazy woman is a female devil in Yanjing. Now that there are so many people present, I can't treat her, but with her character, if she has a bad attitude towards her, or if she says something against her, I'm afraid she will really follow her little Kunlun.
"Yan Murong, as a member of the Yan family, don't you think it's a shame to the Yan family to do this?" Zheng Wuming said.
He spoke very loudly, and at the same time he pointed out that Yan Murong was from the Yan family. In this way, he hoped that Yan Murong would worry about the face of the Yan family--at least not seeking fault in front of so many people.
"Don't you know that it's impolite to interrupt when others talk?" Yan Murong looked at Zheng Wuming and said. "Also, I said I hate you-----No matter how handsome you are, I don't play with broken backs, so I still hate you------Please, if you don't speak, you can suffocate to death. If you insist on saying something, just turn your face aside and don't let me feel disgusted."
Yan Murong's words were like a stone smashing into a calm lake, which shocked everyone.
Interesting, interesting. Before this traditional Chinese medicine seminar started, someone had already faced each other. It seemed that this year's traditional Chinese medicine seminar was not as boring as in previous years.
"you-----"
Zheng Wuming wanted to get angry when he was insulted by Yan Murong again in front of so many people, but at the moment when his anger was about to burst out, he suddenly endured it and turned to laugh. "What do you want to do?"
"I want to make friends with this person----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Kunlun." Kunlun gritted his teeth and spit out two words.
"Kunlun?" Yan Murong was stunned and then laughed. "Not bad, the name is amazing-----but I don't know if you have the majestic aura of Kunlun Mountain."
"Can you ask, which idiot gave you such a arrogant name?" Yan Murong asked curiously.
"Rareless." Zheng Yan, who had always regarded himself as a spectator, shouted angrily.
He finally understood why Zheng Wuming hated Yan Murong Hen's teeth were itchy.
This little bastard is so angry and too rude. Even at his age and so calm, he was so angry that Yan Murong said.
Because he chose Kunlun's name, and the idiot in Yan Murong's mouth was him.