School grass, your foodie is gone again

Chapter 299 You Are Far From My Match

"Ye Zun, according to the agreement, I brought him here, where is my mother?"

The familiar voice made Qi Yue turn his head to look for it.

Feng Yimo combed his back bald head, his eyes were shining brightly, without bangs, nor gentle eyes.Most Qiyue opened her mouth slightly in astonishment, feeling a surge of uneasiness in her heart.

Ye Zun didn't speak, but stared at Feng Yimo with a half-smile, the men under him understood his meaning, immediately walked down, and pushed in a cage.

Inside the cage was a woman with disheveled hair and tattered clothes. Her hands were tightly grasped on the cold iron rod, her eyes were full of damp mist, she looked at Feng Yimo, "... Yimo."

"mom!"

Feng Yimo rushed towards the cage, grabbed her hand, her eyes were full of pain.

Most Qiyue looked at them with embarrassment, guessing that the woman in the cage was Feng Yimo's mother, what happened?
"Let her go!" Feng Yimo turned around, clenched his fists, his eyes full of pain contained hatred for Ye Zun.

Ye Zun looked disapproving, and stood up lazily. His amber pupils knew well, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.

Qiyue looked seriously at the woman in the cage, and then at Ye Zun, feeling that they look alike, especially those red phoenix eyes, although Ye Zun's pupils are amber.

"Ye Zun, is your heart made of stone? These three years, do you really have the heart to lock her up for three full years?"

Pointing to the cage behind him, Feng Yimo was overwhelmed, and the pain in his heart haunted him.

"Three years is just a trivial matter, I even have the heart to kill her!"

Ye Zun lowered his head slightly, spoke softly with his thin lips, his face was as clear as a sculpture, and his angular face was extremely handsome.

After finishing speaking, he raised his head, and the inadvertent light in his eyes made one dare not underestimate it.

Feng Yimo stuck out a knife from his sleeve, held it in his hand, and rushed towards Ye Zun in hatred, a cold light flashed, when everyone was too shocked to react.

The point of the knife was pressing against Ye Zun, he stood straight, exuding a domineering aura from his body, when everyone held their breath, he stretched out his hand, turned his head slightly to avoid the point of the knife, and quickly grabbed Feng Yimo's wrist .

A cold killing intent emanated from the amber eyes, like a wild wolf dormant in the dark.

"Ye Zun, you can't..."

The face of the woman in the cage was full of anxiety, and before she could finish speaking, Ye Zun turned his wrist to face the other direction, a burst of internal force was sent out, and the knife in Feng Yimo's hand flew out, straight Inserted directly into a splash-ink painting on the wall.

"thump!"

When Feng Yimo was stunned, Ye Zun raised his foot and kicked him on the lower abdomen, Feng Yimo was kicked by his strength straight back and fell to the ground.

"Don't be too overwhelmed, you are far from my opponent."

Ye Zun condescendingly looked down at Feng Yimo, who was lying down on the ground, and lazily opened his arms. A blond servant brought a coat, and skillfully put the woolen coat on him.

He shook the coat on his shoulders and yawned lazily. A tall man beside him hurriedly moved a chair, put it behind him, and said respectfully, "Lord Ye Zun, please sit down."

Ye Zun yawned lazily again, sat on the chair, half-closed his eyes and dozed off.

Uh, most Qiyue stared blankly at Ye Zun on the chair. This man is too strange. He was full of murderous looks just now, but now he has become very lazy, exuding a lazy feeling all over his body, and his temperament is too complicated Be clear in words.

(End of this chapter)