Locked: God is the matchmaker, neither you nor I can escape

For Xin Ye, it was already past midnight, wasn't it the next day?

However, Xin Ye would not explain these. "Good morning" was just his polite expression. He said it on purpose to make people mistakenly think that it was his habit. His way of speaking was a bit like imitating modern Western musicals, and he used a Beijing accent to confuse his identity.

Yan Yiyi, who was hiding nearby, shuddered when she heard his artificial tone, and goose bumps instantly appeared on her arms.

Eh~ It’s so weird and hard to describe.

Old Master Meng also thought that he spoke strangely, especially his etiquette. More than ten years ago, overseas businessmen had paid an audience with the late emperor. He remembered that their etiquette was somewhat similar to that of the strange young man in front of him.

Could it be that he is from an overseas country?

However, he had never heard of anyone overseas being able to walk in the air.

On the contrary, when their guards were competing with the soldiers, they were all in disbelief when they saw the soldiers performing Qinggong. They all praised the soldiers of Zhao State for their prowess and the wealth of talented people in Zhao State.

And his accent is a bit like that of people from overseas, but he speaks more fluently than people from overseas.

Is there a possibility that he is the bastard of a person from overseas and a person from Beijing?

Xin Ye saw that Mr. Meng was staring at him blankly with a strange look in his eyes. No matter how smart he was, he could not guess that Mr. Meng, who had flown overseas, thought he was a mixed-race.

Mr. Meng didn't respond, so Xin Ye could only improvise: "I've heard the saying 'If a child is not taught well, it's the fault of the father'. The daughter you raised did something very immoral, which violated my big taboo of accumulating virtue.

So, please don't blame me for meddling in your affairs."

You also know that you are meddling in other people’s affairs?

Old Master Meng was very depressed, but reason told him that he should not provoke the other party. After all, he didn't know what the other party had up his sleeve. Now, facing hundreds of them, he remained calm and firmly grasped the initiative, which was very disadvantageous to him.

Mr. Meng bowed, maintaining his demeanor and etiquette as an official of the Zhao State: "Young man, I admit that I did not teach my daughter well, and I will correct it, but this is not an excuse for you to commit a crime.

It's not too late to stop now. I advise you, young man, to turn back."

"Hahahahaha..." Xin Ye couldn't help but raised his head and laughed, "Law? You have violated so many laws of your country and have not been severely punished. What qualifications do you have to point fingers at me?

Also, there is one thing you should know after living for so many years, old man, those who are caught will be bound by the law. If you want me to be brought to justice, do you have the ability to catch me?"

Mr. Meng's face darkened and he raised his hand: "Archers, get ready!"

brush brush --

There were rows of archers standing on the roof and on the walls, each drawing their bows and aiming at Xin Ye, waiting for the order from Old Man Meng.

Xin Ye glanced at the archers indifferently, still as calm as an old dog.

Mr. Meng seemed to be doing this for your own good, but his tone was full of threats: "Young man, you must not be self-righteous. I'm giving you one last chance. Come down quickly and surrender."

Xin Ye sneered, did he think he was stupid?

Just a few dozen archers, one defensive talisman is enough.

"Let him go!" Old Master Meng shouted. It was just a word of advice, which showed that he was just being perfunctory and had no intention of letting the other party go.

"Shhhhh-"

Arrows shining with cold light shot straight towards Xin Ye.