The playboy daughter is about to turn the sky

Chapter 198
The servant who was shorter, with a face that looked like he had experienced a lot of hardships, answered, "Young owner of Ye's Xiangtang, Ye Zhao."

The young man knocked on the wall lightly and said, "Ye's Fragrance Hall...Ye Zhao...Zhou Changxiao so he went to join the Ye family? No wonder there is no news of him in recent years."

The old servant bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "Young master, there are. It's just that the master doesn't want you to know."

The boy raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "Then why are you willing to tell me now?"

The old slave said: "Since we have already bumped into each other, it doesn't hurt to let you know."

The young man sneered, "Oh? Then tell me, what big news can we get from a lowly slave who was kicked out by us?"

The old slave sighed deeply and said, "Young master, he is no longer a servant."

Hearing this, the young man chuckled, "That's not true, he should be a good dog of the Ye family now, look at how flattering he is to Ye Zhao."

The old slave couldn't bear to slap his young master in the face, but...

He whispered: "Young master, Zhou Changxiao is now a general."

The boy put his hand on the wall for a moment, as if he had thought of something, especially the legendary figure who was being discussed in the streets and alleys recently, their surname seems to be Zhou...

Won't……

The boy turned around suddenly, "What did you say? Could it be, could it be that he is..."

The old slave bowed down again, "Yes, young master. He is the now famous frontier god of war, General Zhou who descended from Wuqu star."

The sternness in the young man's eyes continued to deepen. The slut who could only kneel at his feet to shine his shoes when he was a child, the slut who dared not answer back no matter how much he scolded, that slut... How could he become the god of war? !

how come? !

The boy was so angry that he was about to go crazy, "Impossible! Zhou Changxiao? How could he be so powerful?!"

The old slave couldn't respond to the boy's madness, but bent down a little more, without saying a word.

The young man also knew that he was out of control, he panted heavily, and tried to control his emotions, after a long while, he said: "I heard that the young genius 'General Zhou', His Majesty gave him a lot of tributes, Yeah?"

The three words "General Zhou" were pronounced by the young man almost gnashing his teeth, as if he wanted to swallow these three words alive.

The old slave nodded obediently.

Then the old slave continued: "There are gossip that General Zhou brought back four boxes, three of which are extremely large, and one of which is relatively small and exquisite. Two of the boxes are rare treasures, which have been carried into the Ye Mansion as gifts Mrs. Ye and Mrs. Zhou. There is also a box of spices, which was given to Mr. Ye. Mr. Ye has already been taken back to the Ye’s Fragrance Hall and locked up. They said that the Ye’s Fragrance Hall will use these spices to spread the fragrance. field."

The boy sneered: "Only by them? Then there is a small box? Where is it? What's in it?"

The old slave shook his head and said: "This old slave really doesn't know, those three boxes were sent out by General Zhou in a fair manner, only the last one was kept secret by him, and he just heard what they said, there was indeed a small box, But in fact, no one saw it, only saw three boxes. So some people said that this was false news, General Zhou... Zhou, Zhou Changxiao may have only brought three boxes back."

The young man swept his murderous eyes, and the old slave changed his name tremblingly.

Only then did the young man withdraw his eyes with a little satisfaction, and his eyes slowly fell on the broken house not far away.

"It's impossible for Zhou Changxiao not to prepare for Ye Zhao."

The old slave said yes, "Zhou Changxiao has a very good relationship with the young owner of Ye's Xiangtang. I heard that they would send letters to each other to report the situation at home even when they were marching and fighting."

A smile slowly appeared on the young man's face, and he said lightly: "Tell me, Zhou Changxiao and Ye Zhao are going back to the house for dinner at this time, how long will it be before they come back?"

The old slave thought for a moment, then said respectfully: "I'm sure I won't be back today, young master, what do you think?"

A smile slowly appeared on the boy's face, and he answered the old slave's question with actions.

The young man rushed to the front of the dilapidated house, pointed at the big lock that did not match the image of the dilapidated house, and said, "Break it open for me!"

The old slave paused for a moment without moving. He said to the young man, "Young master, if you want to go in and see if the small box is inside, you might as well call a blacksmith to unlock it, so as not to make too much noise by smashing the door and lock. In case The next day Ye Zhao and Zhou Changxiao came again, so..."

The young man glanced at him fiercely, and his tone was like frost on the cold sky: "Is it me who listens to you, or you to me? Who is the master and who is the slave?!"

The old slave suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

The young man looked at the lock on the broken house again, and said coldly: "Break it open. I won't say it again."

"Yes." The old slave stood up tremblingly and looked around, but there was nothing around. The place Zhou Changxiao chose was very ingenious, and there were also abandoned houses next to it. It was almost impossible for anyone to live there. It was also a coincidence that the young master appeared here.

He took a deep breath. On the surface, he looked at the old slave who would kneel down on the ground in fright because of a young man's anger. At this moment, he waved his hands, and there was a faint concentration of true energy in the air around his hands.

This old slave—is actually a master of martial arts!

The old slave slammed the white air against the lock of the dilapidated house. The dilapidated house was already on the verge of collapsing, and when it was subjected to such a powerful attack, the door immediately collapsed with a "boom".

Countless dust was thrown up, and while coughing, the boy kept raising his sleeves and waving them, while his feet kept running inside.

The more you go inside, the more you can find that the surrounding environment becomes clean and tidy to the extent visible to the naked eye.

A triumphant smile appeared on the boy's face, and he turned to look at the old slave.

The old slave nodded and said: "Young master, you are worthy of being a genius in the sky. It seems that the treasure in Zhou Changxiao's hand is very likely hidden here."

The young man raised his head proudly: "What do you need to say?"

After speaking, he walked in with big strides, and when he reached the innermost part, a small box appeared in front of him.

The boy's eyes lit up, he rushed over, and just when his hands were about to touch the small box, he stopped abruptly and turned his head to look at the old slave.

The old slave understood, walked up, first touched the box with his hands, and then opened it.

The boy frowned and said, "What is this? Open it and have a look."

"Yes." The old slave replied respectfully, and then unfolded the lump of flesh.

It looks very light and thin, but it has texture.

The young man looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

The old slave looked at his irritable expression, and suddenly said: "Young master, this old slave looks familiar."

"Oh?" The boy turned his eyes to him, "Do you know what this is?"

(End of this chapter)