Urban: Town Country War God - Chapter 778

It can be seen that this voice should also be born in a good family, and the eldest lady has a stubborn temper.

The personality is somewhat similar to that of Yurou.

Lin Xiao promised Zhang Li to protect Yin’er, but only to save her life. As for other things, Lin Xiao didn’t bother to care.

After rushing Yin’er to the next room, Lin Xiao rested early.

Kasari.

Early the next morning, Lin Xiao woke up early. At this time, Li Huai also ordered people to prepare a rich breakfast.

The attitude towards Li Li and Li Qingmei was a three-hundred-sixty-degree turn, which can be described as respectful.

But both Li Li and Li Qingmei knew that the reason why this father, who has always been patriarchal, treats them so well is because of Lin Xiao’s blessing.

But no matter what, Li Li and Li Qingmei are happy in their hearts that the family can get along in harmony.

After eating breakfast, Li Li and Li Qingmei went to the hospital to visit their mother.

Originally, Lin Xiao planned to go together, but the hospital’s intensive care unit can only go to one person at a time, and can only speak for a few minutes.

Therefore, Lin Xiao could only meet after her grandmother recovered.

After a brief drink of porridge, Lin Xiao left Li’s house for a morning jog.

In a park in Lingzhou, Lin Xiao wore simple white sportswear and ran a few laps.

When he stopped to take a break, Zhuo Lang slowly walked over and handed over the towel, and said, “Lin Shuai, the girl in Yin’er got up in the morning and changed clothes and left.”

“Leave? I thought she was still sleeping.”

“This girl, I thought she had a similar personality to Yurou, but she seems to be less obedient than Yurou.”

Lin Xiao wiped the sweat on his forehead, frowning slightly, this Li gave this girl to him, which was good, and lost it.

“Yes, even though Yurou is naughty, she still listens to Lin Shuai’s words very much” Zhuo Lang said.

“Where did she go” Lin Xiao asked.

“In Wandaomen, a martial arts hall,” Zhuo Lang said.

“Wan Daomen? Why is this name so familiar?” Lin Xiao frowned slightly, always feeling that this name seemed to have been heard somewhere.

But I can’t remember it for a while.

“Lin Shuai, when we were fighting outside the Great Wall in the early years, a master who claimed to be a master of ten thousand swords to join the death sickle, wanted to challenge Xu Shuai, but Xu Shuai had a second move.”

“Then that person did not meet the solicitation requirements of the Death Scythe, probably this is the door of the ten thousand swords.”

Zhuo Lang said.

Hearing these words, Lin Xiao remembered, it should have been four years ago, at that time he was not the commander of the death sickle.

And Xu Hao was just a little leader, a middle-aged man in his fifties who claimed to be a ten thousand swordsman who challenged Xu Hao’s position as the little leader.

It was funny at the time. Before that person officially joined the Death Scythe, he remembered the seat of the little leader of the Death Scythe.

The ending was naturally defeated by Xu Hao, leaving the Death Scythe with a desperate face.

Lin Xiao still remembered this. After all, this kind of person who wants to run before learning to walk is still easy for people to remember.

“Let’s go, go to the Wandaomen. This is Li Youen and me. Haozi and I would have died in the desert if it weren’t for him,” Lin Xiao raised his hand and said.

“Yes,” Zhuo Lang nodded.

Then a commercial vehicle arrived by air from the airport and slowly stopped at the intersection of the park.

Lin Xiao didn’t have time to change clothes, so he could only go to Wandaomen in sportswear.

Wandaomen has a history of hundreds of years, and it is also a household name in the Northwest.

Wanlong, the first sect master, was considered a master of a generation, and his sword technique was so superb that he could even cut through the waterfall.

It can also be regarded as a top master.

However, with the development of the times and the fast-paced life of modern society, few people have noticed the treasures left by these ancestors.

Although this Wandaomen is said to be a martial arts museum, it is actually involved in commerce, and it has long existed in name only. It is more appropriate to say that it is a company.

Wandaomen.

In a more prosperous area in the city center of Lingzhou, an old building with a construction style biased towards the former is located in the city center.

The three big characters on the plaque at the entrance are particularly eye-catching.

This plaque is not made of wood, but made of stone. It was carved with a vigorous knife method. It can be seen how hard the person who carved the stone plaque has reached.

In the living room of Wandaomen’s inner hall, Yin’er sat on the sofa, looking a little restrained.

“Yin’er, you have come to the Ten Thousand Swordsmen. No matter who you are feuding with, apart from Mo Chongtian, no one dares to provoke me to the Ten Thousand Swordsmen on this northwestern ground.”

“You can rest here without worry, I’ll see, it’s the one who doesn’t have long eyes who dares to talk wrong.”

Beside Yin’er, sat a young man in a suit and leather shoes. He was in his twenties and his age was not bad.

The appearance is not so handsome, but it is fair. With the precious Patek Philippe on his wrist, he hushes coldly to the girl in front of him.

“Wanfeng, I appreciate your kindness. I actually got out of anger. I’ll leave after a while.”

“My master was too much. He handed me over to a kid who was not a few years older than me, and he said that as long as he can save me.”

“I see, his subordinates are better than him. Really, I don’t want to give my life to such an unreliable guy, and I just met.”

Yin’er seemed to have opened the chattering box at this moment, and was full of bitterness.

“Yin’er, don’t worry, my father had joined the world-famous Death Scythe back then.”

“Furthermore, my father said that the Commander of the Death Scythe begged my father to join the Death Scythe, and even gave him the seat of the chief.”

“But my father disliked that the seat was too low and left. Do you think there is anything in this world stronger than the Death Scythe.”

The young man named Wanfeng said here, it was quite arrogant, as if it would be a great honor to join the Death Scythe.

“Really? Uncle has joined the Death Scythe before?”

“I heard my master say several times, the death sickle is very powerful!”

Yin’er instantly gained confidence.

“Hehe, yes, my father is out and will be back later.”

“The two of us can be considered young. When my uncle sent you to Kunlun Mountain, I was still sad for a long time.”

“Now you are back, let’s get together.”

Wanfeng said this, unconsciously moving closer to Yin’er, with a somewhat greedy look in his eyes.

“Thank you” Yin’er seemed to feel that he had found a backer, which was made the leader of Death Sickle, so Wanfeng’s father should be very powerful.

It doesn’t seem to be a big problem to deal with the Sage Gate.

Yin’er had been in Kunlun Mountains since she was a child, and she was not particularly sensible about world affairs, and seemed to have no vigilance at all for this childhood playmate.

The corners of Wanfeng’s mouth raised slightly, but his hands had already begun to be dishonest, and he slowly approached Yin’er.

But at this moment, a disciple of Wandaomen suddenly ran at the door, saying: “Young Master, there is someone outside the door, saying that she is looking for a girl called Yin’er.”

“Damn, you are really messing up, it’s that dog’s bad thing for me!”

Wanfeng suddenly got up and became furious.