Chapter 621 Demon Cult Leader 15
Xining sat on the carriage and asked Puppet Ying, who had nimble legs and feet, to go up and report the news and ask the Nangong family to pick up their second young master.
The "long tail" that has been following behind is also waiting at the bottom of the mountain.
There is no need to worry about this. From the bottom of the mountain to the top, the guard has to go in and pass the news, and the Nangong family has to discuss it, so it will naturally take a lot of time.
Xining simply leaned on it and closed his eyes to rest.
Arriving early in the morning, she slept until the sun was about three o'clock, and then she got the news.
The puppet spirit shouted softly from the side: "Master, leader, the Nangong family is here."
It's really troublesome, they are called a villa, they are too big. Xining touched his face and put on the silver mask.
Hurrah, a group of people are coming. The leader is an old man with white hair and beard, but his body is tall and straight. Behind his hands, he was followed by a group of men and women of varying ages holding weapons.
This old man should be the current head of the Nangong family, Mr. Nangong Nangong Ao.
Not only did Puppet Ying come down, but Puppet An and his party who went there before also came down together.
Mr. Nangong winked at the middle-aged man next to him, and the man took two apprentices in their twenties to check out the carriage where Nangong Yiyun was sitting.
The curtains of the carriage were lifted, and Nangong Yiyun was leaning in the carriage. Although no injuries were visible on his body, his face was pale and he felt a little depressed.
He said weakly: "Dad!"
It was Nangong Yiyun's father who came. Nangong De looked him up and down: "Who hurt you?"
Nangong Yiyun replied: "They are from the Tongwu sect, and my son happened to bump into them..."
"We'll talk about it when we get back." Nangong De immediately raised his hand to stop him, and asked again: "How is the injury?"
Nangong Yiyun covered his chest with his hand and coughed twice: "Most of them are skin injuries, some internal injuries, not serious."
Nangong De took two steps back: "Help him up."
The two disciples beside him immediately went up and carefully helped Nangong Yiyun down, holding him from left to right as they walked back slowly.
When he walked up to Mr. Nangong, Nangong Ao stood there, standing tall and straight like an old tree that would never fall.
Behind Nangong Ao was a girl in red, about fifteen or sixteen years old. She immediately came forward and grabbed Nangong Yiyun's wrist. Extremely concerned: "Second cousin, how are you? Are you seriously injured?"
He happened to touch the wound cut by the knife, and the pain made Nangong Yiyun gasp.
Xining saw it clearly and was secretly amused. This should be Nangong Yiyun's cousin Ye Hongling. There are many tricks in this world.
In the previous plot, Nangong and the Ye family wanted to bring the two of them together, but it turned out that Nangong Yiyun fell in love with the body owner and did not want to marry Ye Hongling. In order for Nangong Yiyun to "return from the lost path", Ye Hongling often participated in it.
Ye Hongling was as silly and sweet as the white moonlight. Looking at Nangong Yiyun, who was frowning in pain, she kept asking anxiously: "Second cousin, what's wrong with you? Does it hurt? Where are you injured?"
Then he frowned at the ugly and strange-looking demon sect members in front of him: "Did you hurt my second cousin?"
Everyone secretly rolled their eyes. There will always be a kind of person who can keep his mouth shut just because he is young and pretty. "Yu'er, don't be presumptuous!" Nangong De scolded: "This matter has nothing to do with the Tianpuppet Sect."
Then he bowed to the carriage headed by him: "She is still young and not sensible. Please don't blame her."
Come on, this Ye Hongling is no more than a year younger than her. She is already the leader of the cult, so young. They use the excuse of being young and ignorant to explain everything. Do you know that Ye Hongling's age can be used as a matchmaker?
Seeing no reaction in the carriage, Nangong De said nothing. I've already apologized. It doesn't matter whether I forgive you or not. Could it be that I'm going to bite someone? If you want to do this, you have to see if you have the ability and dare to be the enemy of the Nangong family.
Nangong Yiyun was so painful that he almost broke into a cold sweat: "Cousin, can you let go of your hand? Are you holding my wound?"
"Ah?" Ye Hongling hurriedly released her paws.
Nangong Ao sighed secretly in his heart, no wonder his second grandson didn't like this stupid girl. So he said: "It'll be great if you can come back. Take good care of yourself when you go back. I'll take care of other things!" Although the words were harsh, there was a hint of care:
Nangong Yiyun said softly: "Yes, Grandpa!"
Nangong Ao is satisfied with this second grandson. The only disciple, Nangong De, was good at martial arts, but his strategy was a bit poor. Among the grandchildren, the most outstanding one is Nangong Yiyun. Fortunately, there was no danger this time, otherwise, the enemy would have been wiped out with blood.
But Xining was still sitting in the car, and someone from the Nangong family came to pick her up. Her hands were full of old, weak, sick, and disabled people. What if she didn't hold her steady when she was sent to the car and fell, wouldn't the injury be added to the injury?
Puppet An walked to the carriage and bowed: "Master! This subordinate did not handle the matter well, please punish me."
As long as the body owner is not seen, everything will be fine. Once he sees the owner, especially when they look into each other's eyes, the puppet's safety department goes crazy. He doesn't know where to put his hands and feet, he doesn't know what to say, and all his words are stammered.
A voice floated out from the carriage, slightly lazily, and it was obviously the voice of a young woman: "What are you guilty of? We are a demon sect, and it is normal for us to be misunderstood. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, Mr. Nangong, my beloved grandson Can I pay for the medicine?”
"Yes! Pay it quickly and we can go back early." Puppet Ying stood beside the car and said angrily. Obviously, he must have been a little tired from going up the mountain just now.
Nangong Ao looked at his son Nangong De beside him.
Before Nangong De could say anything, Ye Hongling had already shouted: "Ten thousand taels of silver, how can we use so much? Why don't you snatch it away?"
The martial arts people behind him suddenly smiled. They are not trying to laugh at anyone, but... great, the wait is finally here, the show is about to begin!
"Tch!" Puppy Ying's sharp-tongued counterattack: "Are you a doctor? Do you know how badly injured Nangong Second Master is? When we picked it up, he was only half breathing. Laoshan ginseng for rice, Tianshan snow lotus Plenty of food and other precious medicines can be piled up, which finally brings his life back from hell. As I said earlier, you are young and ignorant, so Mr. Nangong and Da Xia Nangong are sensible. Well. You two, tell me, will you pay for the medicine?”
Ye Hongling choked up on the spot, her pink face turned red, and she cursed in a low voice unwillingly: "After all, he is from the Demon Cult, eloquent and cunning."
There will always be a kind of person who is born silly and sweet, and is also arrogant and unreasonable.
"What kind of demon sect!" Puppy Ying got very angry: "Even if we are the demon sect, we know better than you. If you have nothing to do, just stand aside. The adults should speak, and the children should not interrupt."
"Ying'er!" Xining said: "Don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face. After all, you are on someone else's territory. Be polite. Only your words count!"
I didn't want to get entangled in the first place, so I said goodbye as soon as I got the money. From now on, we will never have any contact with each other or have anything to do with each other.
This made Ye Hongling jump with anger, but the people around her held her back, and with Nangong De's stern gaze, she could only stand there with her almond-shaped eyes almost spitting fire, daring to be angry and afraid to speak.
(End of chapter)