After rebirth, the Xuanmen Patriarch was forced to be deified

"Slap!" The crisp sound of slapping came from the alley next door.

The man kneeling at Pei Yinan's feet slapped himself and humbly begged for mercy: "Yes, I'm an asshole, and I'm not worthy to lift your shoes. Master Pei Jiu, just treat me like a fart and let me go. I dare not."

"Crack! Ninth Master, I will slap me myself, and I won't bother you."

"Crack! Ninth Master, you are a noble person, so there's no need to care about what I'm doing here."

"Crack! I promise I will never appear in front of you again..."

Accompanied by repeated slaps, every time the man slapped himself, he would beg without dignity.

It was the sudden movement from next door that caused Qiao Luoyan to fall into a state of stillness.

Opposite her and the man who claimed to be her brother, the seven or eight members who rushed over with a strong aura became quiet when they heard Pei Yinan's voice.

Obviously, they also knew Pei Jiuye's name, and had some scruples about it.

Qiao Luoyan, who was a bystander in the dream, subconsciously opened his mouth to call Pei Yinan for help when he saw this.

However, the idea is very good, but the reality is very regrettable,
She couldn't do anything, she couldn't control herself in the dream.

Just when she was full of disappointment, Qiao Luoyan in the dream moved.

Qiao Luoyan took off the scarf around the neck of the man next to him, hid his face tightly, and then shouted loudly to the next door: "Master Pei Jiu, help me! I'm being hunted down!
When you raised me back then, you never let me suffer such bullying!Now someone wants to hit you in the face in front of you, do you care about it? ! "

Her tone was very arrogant, vividly interpreting the domineering vigor of a woman who was favored and proud.

Those who didn't know heard what she said, and thought she was Pei Jiuye, who had never been close to women, who was raising a love in secret.

"Who is it?" A careless and reserved voice mixed with a smile came from the next door.

Pei Yinan's voice sounded in a good mood, but compared to his previous anger, he was aroused by Qiao Luoyan's words.

"Master Jiu, shall we go and have a look?"

"No, Master Jiu, so it's not that you're not close to women, you raised someone behind our backs."

There was loud booing from next door.

Pei Yinan's deep voice was joking: "Why didn't I know that I had raised someone?"

Someone suggested aloud: "Let's go and have a look and then we'll know."

"No!" Although Pei Yinan was interested, he had no intention of coming.

Qiao Luoyan in the dream was anxious, and immediately shouted: "Master Jiu, I'm Xiao Qiao, the little Qiao in the top boxing ring!"

The alley next door immediately became quiet.

Within a few seconds, there was the sound of messy footsteps, and it was obvious that they were coming this way.

The group of people confronting Qiao Luoyan immediately chose to evacuate when they heard Pei Jiuye approaching.

Their speed is not the ability of ordinary people at all. They are a group of ancient warriors with advanced cultivation.

Standing beside Qiao Luoyan, covered in blood, the man who gave people a sickly beauty gave Qiao Luoyan a push, and said in a low voice: "He is coming soon, you leave first."

Qiao Luoyan was embarrassed, and hesitantly said: "Brother, Pei Jiuye saved me. He may not be a good person, but he has never done anything disgusting. He is different from the children of other aristocratic families."

The man took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "When is the time, you still miss him, leave quickly, I know that."

Qiao Luoyan nodded when he heard the words, and hearing the footsteps behind him, he rushed towards the corner of the alley with the last of his strength.

The voice of surprise came from behind her.

"I'm going, why is it a man?"

"My ninth master, I didn't expect you to be so good."

"Fuck you!"

Pei Yinan cursed with a smile, and looked at the man covered in blood in front of him.

The other party has long hair but is not feminine, and his appearance is handsome and outstanding, because the blood on his face gives people a stunning visual sense.

At this moment, the man with the ponytail spoke, and he said in the same voice as Qiao Luoyan: "I just borrowed Pei Jiuye's name to escape from danger. It was really a last resort. Please forgive me."

Pei Yinan saw that he was covered in blood and looked weak as if he might faint at any time, but he didn't have an attack immediately.

On the contrary, seeing him as a man, with a voice as charming as a woman's, feels a bit weird.

Thinking of the other party claiming to be Xiao Qiao, he frowned and asked, "Do you know Xiao Qiao?"

The man replied softly with a weak and trembling voice: "I have been fortunate enough to go to The Top a few times, watched Xiao Qiao's game, and know that she is your man."

Pei Yinan frowned, wondering if she believed him or not.

But when it came to Little Qiaoer from The Top, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "That child is also very pitiful. After I brought her out, I haven't seen her for a year. I don't know how she is doing now. .”

The man's bottomless black eyes were surprised for a moment, and he answered naturally: "No wonder I never saw her again when I went to The Top."

His mellow and gorgeous voice was a little hoarse, and there was a bit of regret in his words.

Compared with the alienation just now, there is actually a bit of intimacy at this moment.

Pei Yinan once again set his sights on the man's bloody clothes.

He always felt that such a handsome man, who seemed a bit weak after his aura was restrained, was not a simple person.

The other party seemed to be in a state of distress, and he could tell the difference at a glance with the kind of demeanor that was similar to him.

Pei Yinan couldn't say anything mean to the man's good-looking face, and clicked his tongue impatiently: "Look at you being beaten so hard like this, how is it? Can you still hold on?"

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, smiled weakly, and replied tremblingly: "Fortunately, I won't die for the time being."

Seeing his precarious appearance, Pei Yinan raised his eyebrows: "I'll have someone take you to the hospital, and you should also explain what happened just now, and those people don't come to settle accounts with me again."

The man shook his head lightly and explained: "It's just a bunch of hooligans hanging around here. They heard that you were doing business next door. They know that you are not easy to mess with, and they won't cause you any trouble."

When he spoke, a lot of blood flowed from his brightly colored mouth.

"Shut up, I'm dizzy seeing you vomiting blood." Pei Yinan didn't believe a word of him, turned his head and told the person behind him: "Ah You, carry him to the hospital."

"Yes, Master Ninth—"

A tall, straight-featured man exuding a cold determination, a serious man stepped out.

Standing in the alley, Pei Yinan put one hand in his pocket, exuding a yuppie handsomeness from his whole body.

He stared at the person opposite, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

The man's blood-stained lips moved slowly: "Yanxi Island, the seal of Yuxi, the island of the island."

Contemplation appeared in Pei Yinan's eyes, and he said after a while, "This name is rare."

Wenyou carried Yan Xiyu, who was seriously injured, on his back.

Pei Yinan and his group left, and their voices became smaller and smaller.