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Ye Tai didn't directly attack them, and even didn't let the aftermath affect them.

But even so, all of them were still seriously injured, and none of them were under the pressure of the wind, and they were still intact.

Including that inner strength master, and Long Qingxuan and his brother.

Ye Tai fell to the ground in an instant, his knees were slightly bent, and the ground was several meters away, and he stepped on a crack.

Ye Tai returned to normal, and picked up the slightly deformed little yellow car from a distance.

It wasn’t until the center of Dakeng that most people managed to recover some of their five senses, and he rode away while saying, “I don’t want what happened today, and the whole world will know about it tomorrow, otherwise I’ll kill everyone here and say to do it.”

"Master, Master..."

Long Qingxuan's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he stretched out his hand in the direction Ye Tai left, but it was difficult for him to stand up.

"The relationship between master and apprentice is over, old age and death will not communicate with each other."

Ye Tairan's voice floated slowly.

The old man of the Long family, who also had a broken hand bone and bleeding from his seven orifices, instantly knew from the conversation between his granddaughter and Mrs. Ye what kind of opportunity he had let the grandson miss.

puff~

He spat out another mouthful of blood and passed out.

The master of inner strength was better. With trembling arms, he wiped the blood from his mouth, looked at the wood on the ground, which had really rotted into pieces, and said in a daze, "Is it a man or a god?"

Wu Chen was lying on the ground with most of his ribs broken. When he moved slightly, he couldn't help making a "ho ho" sound from his chest, with blood gushing out of his mouth, and said with difficulty: "Qingxuan, it turns out that he is, you , Master, I..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes went dark, and he passed out.

This one was dead and wounded.

Ye Tai, who was leaving slowly on the bicycle, did not make any waves.

He didn't want to be troubled, so he called everyone together this time, hoping to solve all the troubles at once.

According to his expectation, after this time, everyone present will definitely not and dare not come to make trouble for him again, and expose their details without restraint.

Unless they don't want to live anymore.

But if he was really exposed and was approached by even bigger troubles again.

Since one building is not enough.

Then continue, what about the next time a sword splits the Pacific Ocean?

As long as it reaches a certain level, there will always be someone who is more anxious than myself, who will help me keep it secret, and strive to live a stable life as a normal person.

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107. It's just a matter of time

It's on the news!

M City is sinking!

Fortunately, there were no casualties, and geological experts have gone to investigate the specific cause.

Although this piece of news is not big or small, it has aroused heated discussions in M ​​City.It also made the people near the southern suburbs feel very lucky while still in shock.

Fortunately, the ground subsidence this time was only in the no-man's land, not in other populated areas in the southern suburbs.

Outside the southern suburbs, people in the city center, although they knew about the incident, did not discuss it intensely.

On a national scale, this incident was not widely reported, and there is no need for it to be widely reported. After all, there were no casualties.

So in other cities in China, this incident did not cause any uproar. In less than two weeks, the news page was once again occupied by Xiao Xianrou and a middle-aged and elderly person surnamed Qiao.

One month is enough to make this small news gradually forgotten by people.

As the instigator, Mrs. Ye naturally knew about the news.

But I just looked at it casually, and didn't think much about it. I only knew that the two great families didn't make a lot of publicity, and it was enough to make trouble for myself.

In the past month, Mrs. Ye has also been quiet for a while. After that incident, Long Qingxuan and Long Tianci also sent text messages apologizing and asking for forgiveness. The words were in awe!

There are also the Patriarchs of the two great families, half panicked, half sincere, and wrote their own letters with their seriously injured bodies.

In order not to disturb Mrs. Ye, these two autographed letters were even inserted on the gate of Mrs. Ye's apartment like a small advertisement.

Other than that, he never dared to bother Mrs. Ye again.

Ye Tai read the letter hastily, then threw it into the trash can, did not reply, and was also inadvertently interested in the follow-up thoughts of the Wu family and the Long family.

Every day is to drink your own fat house happy water and build a golden body.

Time passed day by day without any trouble or disturbance.

this day.

It's time to enter another plane.

Mrs. Ye changed into an ancient costume as usual, and after explaining a few words to Li Lingling, she locked the door behind her and waited for the last time.

A white light flashed before his eyes.

Ye Tai, who was carrying a small ancient style luggage, appeared on a secluded official road.

On both sides of the official road are primeval forests, the sound of insects and birds can be heard endlessly, and there is an old small pavilion on the left for people to rest, but there is no one inside, but a donkey is tied next to it.

The donkey is quite a steed, and it seems that its owner has raised it carefully. A bunch of white hairs on its slender neck are as lush as a brush.

But what caught Ye Tai's attention was that there was a fist-sized, delicate golden bell hanging in front of the donkey's neck, and it jingled as it lowered its head to eat grass.

On the right side of the official road, behind the jungle, Ye Tai vaguely heard the sound of the stream, and it seemed that there were people splashing on the water.

Ye Tai walked slowly to the right, about four or five zhang away, and suddenly a bright light appeared in front of her eyes.

A gurgling stream appeared in Ye Tai's eyes, and beside the stream, under the setting sun, that Taoist nun in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and holding a white hair whisk in her hand.

The Taoist nun washed her face with stream water, wiped it clean at last, turned her back to Mrs. Ye, and looked at the peach-red sunset in the sky, as if she was waiting for something.

Mrs. Ye could see her side face, which was very beautiful, and her facial features were not so delicate as they were very correct, giving people a heroic feeling.

But under the setting sun, looking at the sunset in the sky alone makes people feel very cool and peaceful.

Suddenly, that cold Taoist nun seemed to be feeling the sunset in the sky, and involuntarily recited a song: