C24 Thank You

Tian Yangsheng raised his hand and swung the knife down. The long-handled short knife in his hand was dancing with flowers. His white clothes were dyed dark red, and his face was covered in blood.

Cheng Haoyi was much stronger than he had imagined.

No one would be able to get close to Cheng Haoyi in a real sense. If Cheng Haoyi hadn't stepped forward to deal with them, they wouldn't have wanted to fight this guy who hid a knife behind a smile. They would rather rush in front of Tian Yangsheng and be slashed a few times before lying on the ground instead of being beaten half to death.

Gradually the advantage turned to their side.

Cheng Haoyi posed and stood beside Tian Yangsheng, whose body was basically dyed red. He panted slightly and asked, "Do you know whose subordinates these people are?"

"I don't know," Cheng Haoyi replied as he waved away a falling machete.

"Luo Jinchi's men!"

... ""

It seemed that Cheng Haoyi had asked this group of people out for revenge.

Tian Yangsheng didn't hold back anymore. In his mind, he couldn't help but think about the debt he owed Cheng Haonan for his wounds and his siblings. He had no choice but to pay them in advance.

His attacks became fierce, as if he was cutting vegetables. There was no mercy in his words.

Half an hour later, everything was cleaned up.

"Is it over?"

"It's over."

Cheng Haoyi clapped his hands, feeling a slight pain in the back of his hand. After wiping away the blood with a piece of paper, he found that it was only slightly red and swollen.

Compared to Tian Yangsheng, who was covered in blood, he looked much more relaxed.

"Then can I go back now?"

"Go back? Don't you have anything to ask?"

Tian Yangsheng knew what Cheng Haoyi was talking about. He looked around and saw that they were all low-level thugs. Even if he asked, he wouldn't be able to get anything out of them.

Tian Yangsheng shook his head and picked up his short sword, placing it on his waist. His bright red back looked a little lonely.

Ever since he could not find Tina, he had already made some preparations, but he just did not say it out loud.

By the time he returned home, the blood on his body was almost completely dry. His clothes were as hard as iron, white and black.

He pushed open the door and walked into the Cheng family villa, exhausted.

On this day, Cheng Haonan sat quietly on the sofa.

When Tian Yangsheng saw this scene, he silently walked around and planned to go straight to the backyard. However, after taking a few steps, he stopped and turned his back to Cheng Haonan.

"Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"You know, I rarely say thank you. Thank you for saving my life before."

"Hmm..."

Cheng Haonan responded indifferently. He got up and walked upstairs to the study. He looked at Tian Yangsheng's back and said, "Don't wear white from now on. Also, should I call a doctor?"

"Thank you, I'm fine."

The steward stood on the stairs and looked at the conversation between the two. He smiled. He could see that the young master was in a good mood. It was not a waste to sit here for a day.

Their young master valued Tian Yangsheng very much. He was a talent and should be nurtured, the butler thought.

Tian Yangsheng lowered his head and looked at his own body, which was already black and still had an uncomfortable and stiff feeling.

Indeed, white clothes were not easy to wash.

After changing his clothes and taking a bath, Tian Yangsheng walked out of the bathroom and threw the pile of unwashed white clothes into the trash can. He thought about buying a few new clothes to replace them.

Turning his head, he saw two cardboard boxes and a box of medicine beside the door.

Inside the box were all the clothes he had bought in his style and size, probably a long time ago, and there were all sorts of medicines.

The corner of Tian Yangsheng's mouth unconsciously curled up. He touched the pile of clothes that felt good as if they were treasures. There was even a bottle of hand laundry detergent in the corner of the clothes.

He turned his head to look at the soap that was almost used up and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

The short sword that he had brought back had been cleaned. Even the edge of the blade had been polished back to its original shape.

After packing up his things one by one, Tian Yangsheng wondered if he should do something to repay someone who had done so much for him.