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Zhao Jiannan, who was usually calm and collected, was somewhat conflicted. He sighed and said, "I can only blame myself for being too reckless. If I had more patience to communicate, this would not have been the case."

"Hehe, that might not be the case!" Yang Xidie rolled her eyes at him. Seeing his puzzled expression, she asked, "Didn't you already understand Qin Yue'er's personality very well? This person had such an unyielding personality. He was certain that he would not return until he crashed into the southern hill. What do you think you can do to convince her? "

Zhao Jiannan thought for a moment before replying honestly, "I'm not sure!"

"Then that's right! I was very clear about the situation back then. Young Master Hong definitely wouldn't let Qin Yue'er off. There will be a battle between you, and you will either die or be wounded. In the end, Li Guangling would still stick his finger in the right direction. Therefore, there was no difference in the result. Qin Yue'er also understood this point, which was why she felt despair in her heart. Even if you are to talk big, she will definitely not follow you back to fame. " Yang Xiandie didn't seem to care about the matter, so her analysis was quite thorough.

Hearing her words, Zhao Jiannan also understood what she meant, but he still asked with some doubt, "Then why? It's not like we're some kind of dragon, lagoon, tiger, or Asura from hell. "She, Qin Yue'er, isn't even afraid of death. Why would she be afraid that our Hall Master Hong will kill her?"

Yang Xidie's eyes dimmed and a faint smile appeared on her face. She only looked at him indifferently.

Zhao Jiannan was confused by her gaze and said uncertainly, "What, what did I say wrong?"

"Wrong, absolutely wrong!" Yang Xidie still felt that she should remind him, "Let me ask you, Xiao Nan. Qin Yue-er is not afraid of the heavens or the earth. Why is it that she doesn't dare to come to our Ji Nan to become famous? "

"Yeah, she isn't even afraid of death, what else in this world could be more terrifying than death?" Zhao Jiannan mumbled to himself. He had already guessed the gist of it.

Yang Xidie stared at him with her beautiful eyes. She seemed to resent him as she sighed softly, "In fact, if I were Qin Yue-er, I would rather die than be famous."

"What?" Zhao Jiannan was truly surprised by this answer.

Yang Xidie ignored him and continued, "A woman who isn't even afraid of death, why are you so afraid of us? The reason was simple. It was because she was a woman. Women are most afraid of fate. Since he came to our young master's place, he was destined to be the woman of our young master. There were so many famous girls in the world who wanted to be in such a position. Under one man, there were tens of thousands. Their status was extremely glorious. Presumably, Qin Yue'er didn't fancy him. Because she doesn't love us, Young Noble Hong, she has always been running away and fighting against fate. It was just that he could escape for a short period of time, but he could also escape for an entire lifetime. When would these days be the end? "Qin Yue'er, can she still escape?"

They were both silent for a moment, a little sad.

The single flower that quietly bloomed on the cliff in the cold wind bloomed beautifully in the wind, but it was unknown if it could withstand the ravages of the cold rain. Life is like a flower and like a dream.

"Guard Zhao, Guard Yang!" Young Master Hong has something to discuss with me. At this time, a famous disciple rushed over to report.

Zhao Jiannan nodded and told him to go down first. Looking at the love-butterfly Yang, he said in doubt, "There shouldn't be any major issues at hand. Young Master Hong said that there's something important, could it be because of Qin Yue'er? "

"We'll know once we get there." Yang Xidie was also on a mission because she was a woman and was also one of the famous guards. She had been ordered to persuade Qin Yue'er to end this matter. The reason for that was because the Overlord Flower, Qin Yue'er, was too strong and unyielding. It was not suitable for them to use force to deal with it.

The Northern Marshal was also intrigued by this candidate. I heard that Sun Fanglin was Qin Yue-er's sworn sister, and she was also sent to the Pingyuan Palace in Yangzhou. Of course, they would all know about these things very soon.

Right now, the world was being dominated by both the north and south. It was like water and fire, and once a conflict broke out, the world would be thrown into chaos. A war between the north and the south was imminent. The situation was so delicate and dangerous that it was urgent to form an alliance between Da Ming Tang and Wangchuan City. As for Qin Yue'er, since she was young, it was related to the success or failure of the Martial Forest's four great clans. No matter which side the Wang Chuan City fell to, the situation under the heavens would always be in turmoil.

Qin Yue-er, who was in the middle of the whirlpool, had nearly died in the Pingyuan Palace. Now that she had come back to life, she could only lie quietly on the bed and rest. However, even though the trees wanted to live, they didn't know that because of her, the martial arts world outside was also in turmoil, turning the city upside down.

Now, however, the famous Ji Nan Da Tang and the other three families were at loggerheads. The war in Zhenjiang was merely the prelude to the feud between the martial arts world and the famous clans. How could this world ever be peaceful again? There was no rest, no rest, no end of strife. Furthermore, Qin Yue'er was only a pitiful girl who was gradually being restricted by the whirlpool of destiny. As long as she was still alive, she was waiting for a more difficult and dangerous predicament on the road ahead of her. Just like how a fish cannot be separated from water, this was the sorrow and fate of a child from a noble family. It had already been a hundred years since he had set foot on the road to the martial arts world.

At this moment, in the lobby of the branch of the famous hall, Hong Jingtao had called the various leaders to discuss the matter. For a time, the entire area was bustling with noise and activity, as if it was a bazaar.

When Zhao Jiannan and Yang Xiandie rushed to the scene, the hall was filled with high seats, so they had to find an empty one for themselves. Looking around, he patiently waited to enter the main topic of the meeting.

The famous Young Master of the Da Xuan Hall, Hong Jingtao, had his men record down the leaders. When they saw that the time was almost up and the hour had arrived, he sent someone up to preside over the rules and signal for everyone to be quiet and prepare to begin the meeting.

Hong Jingtao was extremely serious and solemn today. Everyone knew his character, and from this, it could be seen that he was indeed out of the ordinary today. Something big was definitely going to happen. His dignified eyes swept across the four seats below him as he spoke, "Everyone, please maintain your discipline. I can see that there are two elders who are not present yet." Go down and find out who it is that's so unconscious. Don't you know the rules? Don't you know what day it is? Those who leave early or late shall be given a small punishment. Did they still have Hong Jingtao in their eyes? You have to force me to go crazy! "

Everyone present immediately became silent. No one dared to speak any nonsense, not even daring to breathe loudly. He never thought that Young Master Hong would be in such a bad mood today. They could not help but secretly rejoice in their hearts that they did not neglect today. Fortunately, they were able to run a little faster, so they did not know who was so unlucky as to be able to take the lead. If anyone dared to show their ghostly heads, Young Master Hong would mercilessly blow them away. Un, don't believe me. He doesn't even care about his wife, much less you. Please, just have a look, no one can afford to offend Hong gongzi if you've offended him. We still want to live two more years. Please don't implicate us, okay? Amitabha, please God, let's get this over with. Otherwise, his heart would have been in turmoil.