Jin Wuyi looked at his grandson coldly for a long time, slapped the armrest of the chair, and roared: "You still have the nerve to come back?!
To be bullied like this by a small restaurant is such an embarrassment to me, the King of Youzhou! "
Jin Shilong shivered when Jin Wuyi yelled at him, and said tremblingly: "Grandpa, that night meal is really not easy."
"A shabby restaurant, you tell me it's not simple?!"
Before Jin Shilong could finish his words, Jin Wuyi glared fiercely again and interrupted him angrily.
"Young master Jin is right, that night meal is really not easy."
At this time, a soft female voice came from the hall.
The source of the voice was a young woman sitting next to Jin Wuyi.
This woman was covered in black gauze and wore a black skirt that accentuated her graceful figure.
Vaguely, there was a natural charm emanating from this woman.
Jin Wuyi glanced at the woman, with a flash of lust in his eyes.
But this desire quickly disappeared, because an old man behind the woman opened his eyes coldly and looked over.
This old man wears a scarf and blue Confucian clothes.
A huge, strange silver brush hung behind the old man's back.
The old man just opened his eyes slightly, and a silvery cold light seemed to flash in his eyes.
Jin Wuyi swore that if it weren't for the old man's existence and his domineering temperament, he would have forcibly lifted the woman's black veil.
If Ye Hong were here, he would be surprised to recognize the identity of the woman and the old man.
The woman wearing a black veil is none other than the old enemy Fifth Qinglan.
And the old man behind her was, of course, the silver-pen painter who rescued Fifth Qinglan.
Ever since he knew that Fifth Qinglan had ancient warriors like Silver Pen Painter around him, Ye Hong was worried that Ye Ren's people would be discovered by Silver Pen Painter, so he stopped letting them monitor Fifth Qinglan.
If he knew that Fifth Qinglan had come to the Jin family in Youzhou, he would definitely be wary of whether this troublesome woman was up to something else.
However, Ye Hong didn't know.
After Fifth Qinglan finished saying that, he turned to Jin Shilong and said, "Young Master Jin, can you describe the appearance of [Ye Yun] in your mouth?"
Jin Shilong saw that his grandfather seemed to be quite wary of this woman. Although he did not know her identity, he still described Ye Hong's facial features truthfully.
"really."
A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of Fifth Qinglan behind the veil, but then he smiled and said to Youzhou Wang Jinwu: "Your Excellency, it seems that our cooperation will be successful."
"Oh?" Jin Wuyi moved his eyebrows but didn't say much.
Fifth Qinglan stood up, pointed to the southeast and said: "You don't know something, but Ye Yun's true identity should be Ye Hong, the manager of Ye Shi!
This beast is cunning but powerful. He is already an ancient warrior before he turns eighteen! "
Jin Wuyi's pupils shrank and he almost stood up.
"An ancient warrior under the age of eighteen? What are you kidding the fifth nephew?!"
Fifth Qinglan smiled lightly: "If you don't believe me, you can ask Teacher Yinbi."
Jin Wuyi's eyes shifted to the silver-pen painter.
The silver pen painter said expressionlessly: "I am no match for him."
This simple sentence made Jin Wuyi's eyes flash with horror.
Jin Wuyi knows the strength of a silver-ink artist better than anyone else.
Among the ancient warriors who emerged in those days, the silver-pen painter was also one of the best.
But even the silver-pen painter admitted that he was no match for Ye Hong. How scary is that guy named Ye Hong? !
(End of chapter)