After becoming an outcast, she relied on the system to raise her children and counterattacked.

The little boy was slightly taken aback.

Chinese Communist Youth League?

What sect is this?

There are actually five words, which sounds very powerful.

Seeing Ye Jinglan's well-dressed appearance, Morita Pi Yanzi couldn't help but get interested.

He left the island all night, wasting a lot of manpower, and finally arrived at Lantern Town. In order to avoid the pursuers, he went down the mountain with many twists and turns in order to sneak into the Beihai.

Seeing that this child is about the same age as me, he is suitable for contact.

Thinking of this, Morita Pi Yanzi curled up the corners of his mouth, cupped his fists like a Central Plains person and said, "It turns out he is a disciple of the Chinese Communist Youth League. I am disrespectful."

Ye Jinglan laughed and cursed in his heart for disrespecting your uncle. Seeing how this kid pretended to understand, Ye Jinglan felt unhappy.

It must be a young master from a certain family who came here to practice. When he returns to the sect and records his participation in such and such a battle, it is like plating himself with a layer of gold.

Sigh, indeed in any dynasty, such second-generation ancestors are indispensable.

Ye Jinglan came from a poor family, and he couldn't stand this kind of person the most, so he couldn't help but want to tease this little brat.

He put his hands behind his back and said with a faint smile: "Easy to say, easy to say."

Seeing Ye Jinglan's arrogant look, Morita Pi Yanzi felt that Ye Jinglan must come from a famous family.

He immediately complimented him and said, "Young Master is indeed a very talented person. You and I have hit it off right away. How about having a casual meal?"

Ye Jinglan took a look at the words.

This person obviously looks like a child, but how can he speak so maturely? Could it be that he is just like me...

I couldn't help but feel a little interested in this little kid.

He smiled happily and said: "It's better to meet by chance than to invite. It's very nice."

The two disciples of the Shengyin Pavilion couldn't help but look at each other. What kind of sect is the Chinese Communist Youth League? Why have they never heard of it, nor have they heard the master of the pavilion talk about it.

Seeing Ye Jinglan walking into the restaurant, the two of them quickly followed him.

Behind him, Wang Shun's head almost got into the crab bag.

When he was in Dongliu, he had seen Morita Pi Yanzi, but the young prince didn't recognize him.

Wang Shun suddenly shuddered when he thought of some legends about the young prince.

I wanted to remind Ye Jinglan, but I couldn't find the chance, so I couldn't help but wink in anxiety.

Although Wang Shun is from Dongliu, he doesn't have much favorable impression of Dongliu itself.

This is also because of his alien master. He has been following Ye Jinglan and Yin Qingxuan in the past few months, eating and drinking all day long, so his heart will naturally turn to them.

Ye Jinglan didn't look at Wang Shun because he never expected that Dong Liu people would dare to appear so blatantly on the shores of Beihai.

The two of them had found their seats and sat down. Ye Jinglan waved to the two disciples and Wang Shun.

"You also go and get a table of food and wine, you don't have to stand here."

Wang Shun really couldn't find a chance, so he had to give up.

Morita Piyanzi poured a cup of tea for Ye Jinglan and asked with a smile: "I don't know where the Chinese Communist Youth League is located and how many disciples there are in it?"

Ye Jinglan took a sip of tea and said: "This sect is located in the Huaxia Immortal Peak. Are you a disciple..."

Ye Jinglan originally wanted to say 7000 million, but this was an accurate figure calculated last year. This scared the kid, so he reduced it by two zeros.

"About more than [-]."

Moritapi Yanzi shook his finger, and a few drops of tea in the cup suddenly splashed out.

More than seven hundred thousand!

Even if all the islands in Dongliu were put together, there would not be so many people.

He quietly glanced at Ye Jinglan and thought: Maybe it's this little brat who is bragging.