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Chapter Twelve Under My Battle

Countless miserable cries erupted in the audience. If Lord Slow hadn't seen the opportunity early and sent someone to take away his son first, I'm afraid people would have rushed to the ring and tore Master Dick into pieces before they could vent their anger. own feelings of resentment.

"Hey, lime powder and bricks will become the most powerful artifacts only in the hands of my young master Ye Fei." Young master Ye Fei was high-spirited and looked at several guys serving as referees after announcing his victory. , everyone walked away dejectedly. Young Master Ye Fei was originally ready to wave and greet the cheers of the people, but when he did so, he realized that the people watching had already turned into birds with a loud roar and curses. The beasts dispersed.

"Lord Yeluo, your son's behavior is simply unworthy of your noble honor!" Lord Sluo, who had a gloomy face and did not stay, although from a distance looked full of the perfect temperament of a gentleman and aristocrat, but when he left, Recently, Young Master Ye Fei discovered that this guy's face was completely livid, and his ferocious expression seemed to choose someone to devour, completely destroying his image in one fell swoop.

Lord Ye Luo walked onto the ring with a smile, waved his hand towards Lord Sluo and said: "Victory is victory. On the battlefield, the enemy will never have any benevolent thoughts towards you just because you are a noble. I think, You should be able to clearly understand. The noble Lord Slow, I hope you can send the bet I won to my house tomorrow. I will express my 120,000 thanks to you and your family!"

After a pause, Lord Ye Luo suddenly greeted Ye Fei with a smile: "Let's go home!"

Ye Fei was stunned, and then he seemed to wake up. He hurriedly caught up with his cheap dad and asked with a flattering face: "Father, how many gold coins did we win in this bet?"

"It's just a one-hundred-for-one bet with a thousand gold coins." Lord Ye Luo said calmly, but he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth twice, trying his best to hold back the urge to laugh.

When Ye Fei heard this, his eyes immediately lit up and he murmured: "I'm getting rich, I'm getting rich now, I'm getting rich!"

Indeed, for a place the size of Yeluo Town, all tax revenue for the whole year is only close to five thousand gold coins. Now that you have won one hundred thousand gold coins all at once, how can you not get rich?

That is the total tax revenue of the Lord Slow family in this small town for forty years!

After being stunned, Ye Fei asked with some confusion: "But, father, can the Sluo family afford such a large amount of money?"

"You don't have to worry." Lord Ye Luo was in a surprisingly good mood. He smiled at Ye Fei and then explained: "The Sluo family is a big family with a long history and hereditary inheritance. With such a small amount of money, , for their family, they are not even a drop in the bucket. They are not like our Yeluo family, who have been a noble for a lifetime through the accumulation of military exploits."

"What, we are just a generation of nobles, can't we inherit it?" It's not that Young Master Ye Fei is curious. In fact, the time he came to this world was indeed too short, and he didn't know anything about these things. Besides, he didn't know anything about these things. According to Ye Fei's thinking, since he was born into the Ye Luo family, he naturally needs to have an in-depth understanding of his family.

Lord Ye Luo seemed to understand Ye Fei's thoughts very well. When he heard Ye Fei ask this question, he immediately smiled and said: "Come with me, there are some things that I should let you understand."

Ye Fei suffocated, and then followed Lord Ye Luo back to the mansion and got into his room. The cheap dad's last words obviously aroused Ye Fei's curiosity. Could it be that what kind of life is this? And what secrets does the noble family of Lord and Lord still hide?

The father and son sat down separately. After a long silence, Lord Ye Luo asked: "Fei'er, do you still remember why I rarely let you go out?"

"This..." Young Master Ye Fei rolled his eyes, but he was cursing secretly in his heart: "Master, how did I know that these things have taken over your son's body? It has only been a few days, how did I know those things? What a mess."

"Maybe you have forgotten, but it doesn't matter. I will tell you everything today." Lord Ye Luo said lightly, then smiled bitterly and said to Ye Fei: "From the time you were born, I I know that you are not born with enough talent to become a powerful warrior in the future, and you don’t even have the talent for magic. I have thought of many ways to improve your physique, but they all ended in failure."

"This." Ye Fei was stunned, sighing inwardly that he was so unlucky that he actually occupied the body of a useless person. But on the surface, he said with a nonchalant expression: "Father, it doesn't matter if you can't become a combat professional. All I want is for my child to be taken by your side and serve you until the end of your life."

According to Ye Fei's imagination, if he said such filial words, as long as he is a parent, he will be moved and praise him greatly. If this cheap dad can win him over in a hurry, If you give yourself some money, you will be more perfect.

Young Master Ye Fei's plan was not a happy one, but after Lord Ye Luo heard this, he suddenly sighed with a sad face: "If it were an ordinary family, this would not matter. But you have to know, If I, the blood of the Ye Luo family, cannot become a sword master before the age of thirty, I will definitely die!"

"What?!"

Ye Fei jumped up, his eyes widened. But in his heart, he yelled and cursed: "What kind of family is this? Oh my god, Mom, I will kill your father or fuck you." Mom, why do all the bad luck happen to me?"

"Don't get excited, sit down and listen to me first." Lord Ye Luo had obviously expected Ye Fei to react like this. He waved his hand lightly, and Ye Fei felt a sudden pressure all over his body, which made him sit down. On the ground, the pressure suddenly disappeared again.

Ye Fei raised his head in confusion, and heard the cheap dad sigh again: "For thousands of years, all the sons of the Ye family died suddenly at the age of thirty before they became sword masters. This fact It has never changed. The same is true for your generation, but it is a pity that you were born unable to practice swordsmanship and magic. Now you are nineteen years old. If nothing happens, I am afraid..."

"Impossible!" Ye Fei jumped up again as if his butt was on fire, stretched out his finger and pointed at Lord Ye Luo tremblingly, he shouted in panic: "You lied to me, you lied to me, right? You said I only have three The ten-year lifespan is because you want to encourage me to train hard, right? I can't only have a thirty-year lifespan!"

Lord Ye Luo sighed: "Fei'er, calm down."

"I'm calm, how can you tell me to calm down!" Ye Fei jumped to his feet and shouted, his eyes full of indescribable panic. He had already felt unlucky enough to have come to this bizarre world inexplicably. Fortunately, now he is in the duel.

Some problems have been resolved by his own intelligence, which makes Master Ye Fei feel that he should be a noble heir and live a leisurely life in the future.

But this cheap dad actually told himself that he only had thirty years left to live!

I don’t know whether the thirty-year-old refers to my body or the real age in my previous life. If it’s the former, the situation is slightly better. If it’s the latter, holy shit, I just got married not long ago.

Celebrating my twenty-sixth birthday!

If you want to be immortal, you have to become a sword master. But is it so easy to become a sword master? Not to mention that there is a sword master above the swordsman. There are eighteen levels in it. Not to mention that I am still a blank slate sword.

Scholar, even if he is a sword master now, I am afraid that he will not be able to practice to the level of a sword master within a few years.

Oh, maybe for others, there is still a little chance, but this cheap dad said that it is impossible for him to become a swordsman because of his inherent deficiencies!

After calculation after calculation, Master Ye Fei felt that he had only one last option left - waiting to die!

A huge panic suddenly enveloped the little ruffian's whole body. No matter how cynical he was, how he laughed at life, he couldn't help but feel a chill running through him at this moment, soaking his hands and feet with cold ice!

"Jesus, I'll fuck your mother!"

Ye Fei suddenly roared up to the sky, turned around angrily, and pushed open the wooden door of Lord Ye Luo's room. After running out, he closed the door heavily. Lord Ye Luo wanted to catch up and pull his son back, but found that Ye Fei

Fei already ran out of the house like crazy.


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