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

Morita Pi Yanzi was dubious, but there was a look of admiration on his face.

"I didn't expect that the Chinese Communist Youth League would have so many disciples, but to be honest, this is the first time I have heard of the Young Master's sect."

Ye Jinglan said with his nostrils turned upward: "It's normal for an ignorant person like you to have never heard of it."

Morita Pi Yanzi's face suddenly looked a little ugly.

This little brat dared to ridicule him like this. If he didn't want to get closer to him, he would definitely send him to see the King of Hell with a slap in the face.

Ye Jinglan asked casually: "I don't know what sect this little brother is a disciple of?"

Morita Pi Yanzi cupped his hands and said: "I am from Yunchuan Yixingmen. I heard about the fighting in Beihai and wanted to come over to offer my help. However, I am just here for the first time and the people and the place are unfamiliar. Please take care of me, young master."

Ye Jinglan had never heard of his sect, but the tone of his words definitely didn't sound like that of a child of several years old.

He smiled and said: "Of course."

Morita Pi Yanzi was very happy. In his opinion, a child of Ye Jinglan's age was undoubtedly easy to deceive.

"Brother Lao also introduces me to the sects stationed there, so I can visit them one by one."

Ye Jinglan shook his head and said: "This is complicated. Our Chinese Communist Youth League alone has more than [-] people here, and the rest are several major martial arts sects such as Zhanjian Sect, Shengyin Pavilion, and Tianyuan Sect. "

Morita Pi Yanzi nodded, he had heard of these sects.

"These are indeed the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts world. You should see them with courtesy. I don't know where the Chinese Communist Youth League is. I should prepare a generous gift and go to see them."

Ye Jinglan waved his hand and said, "No need, our sect master is here quickly and won't see anyone else."

"This...how can I express my respect?"

Morita Piyanzi asked humbly.

Ye Jinglan raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Then please trouble this young master to pay for all the food and drinks on these two tables. In addition, I have to pack some things back."

Morita Piyanzi smiled grandly and said, "No problem."

How much money can two tables of food and wine cost? Soon, he found that his thinking was too simple.

Ye Jinglan not only ordered fifty plates of beef with soy sauce, but also ordered fifty pots of steamed chicken and fifty portions of fish.

Almost all the people doing business on the shore of Beihai ran out, causing prices to rise. These vegetables cost more than 400 taels, and Morita Piyanzi's face turned blue all of a sudden.

He came here with only [-] silver. He thought it would last for a while, but he almost lost it all at once. Sooner or later, this little brat will make him pay back twice as much.

Ye Jinglan cupped his hands and said with a bright face: "Thank you for the treat, young master. I will remember this in my heart and take my leave."

These tasteless dishes were naturally hard for Ye Jinglan to swallow, but the disciples of Shengyin Pavilion lived in poverty. After all, it was a free favor, so if you don't give it away, you won't give it away.

Ye Jinglan left one disciple behind and asked him to wait for the food. He took Wang Shun and another person out.

Seeing that the sun was already turning to the west, Ye Jinglan didn't want to stay any longer. If Yin Qingxuan couldn't find him, he would definitely become more vicious.

Morita Piyanzi looked at his back, hatred surged in his eyes.

After a long while, he whispered to the people around him: "Go and inquire about the Chinese Communist Youth League immediately to see how many people are here and where this little brat lives."

"Yes, little prince."

The man immediately went downstairs. Morita Pi Yanzi had almost eaten all the food on the table, and then he took another subordinate and checked into the inn.

Ye Jinglan had already arrived outside the door, and Wang Shun quickly pulled him aside.

He lowered his voice and said, "My lord, do you know who was talking to you just now?"

Ye Jinglan threw a peanut, caught it with his mouth, and asked while chewing, "Do you know him?"

Wang Shun whispered: "I know him. He is the young prince Morita you pretended to be."

"what?"

Ye Jinglan suddenly stopped.

"Is what you said true?"

"How dare I lie to you."

As soon as Wang Shun finished speaking, he let out a miserable howl.

The two disciples behind him drew their swords instantly, and then they discovered that Wang Shun's neck was caught by the crab's pincers.

A disciple violently broke the crab's clamp and rescued Wang Shun.

Ye Jinglan glanced at the two disciples and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't make this matter public for now. I'll take care of this little life first."

Wang Shun stared at him and asked, "What is a small day?"

"Uh...it means the sun."