The Real Daughter Tells Fortunes Live

Chapter 547 Fu Yingyi: Your comfort is boring

"Come back, come back, miss, they are back." Wen Jing stood on a high place and saw Yun Fusheng and Yan walking over, and shouted hurriedly.

Gong Sisheng walked up to Yun Fusheng in a few steps and looked her up and down.

"Don't worry, we didn't do anything. We just went to check out the situation." Yun Fusheng was looked up and down by Gong Sisheng. Although she was helpless, she didn't resist.

"How is the situation inside?" Gong Sisheng took Yun Fusheng's hand and walked to the fire to sit down.

"There are a lot of people and a lot of corpses. Moreover, the things inside are also very complete. It should not have been formed in a short while. The most important thing is that I... saw Yang Zhen's corpse inside."

Yun Fusheng watched everyone speak, and Fu Yingyi stood up suddenly.

"Uncle Junior, you mean that the person behind Yang Zhen is also here?"

"I didn't feel his aura, but it must have something to do with him." Yun Fusheng shook his head.

"But..." Fu Yingyi was a little annoyed.

It turned out that last time, Yang Zhen was killed in front of his eyes, but he didn't even see the man's face.

Knowing that Yang Zhen was here now, he naturally wanted to have a good meeting with that person.

"Uncle Junior, I..." Fu Yingyi looked at Yun Fusheng anxiously.

Yun Fusheng knew that although Fu Yingyiping looked lazy and was always busy writing his novels, he had a strong self-esteem.

Among the fellow apprentices, he has the highest talent. When they accepted him as their disciple, Yun Xuanzhi and Xu Qingyang discussed who should accept him.

Yun Fusheng was still young at that time. Seeing how much they were quarreling, she asked Fu Yingyi to choose who would be his apprentice.

As a result, Fu Yingyi chose Yun Fusheng after a round of choices. Yun Fusheng was so frightened that she hid in the back mountain for several days and did not dare to go back.

In the end, Yun Xuazhi found Yun Fusheng and told her that Fu Yingyi had become Xu Qingyang's teacher, and Yun Fusheng went back.

At that time, Yang Zhen was killed under his nose. It was strange that he was willing to do so. "He's not here. Even if you go there, you won't be able to find him. You might even alert him." Yun Fusheng looked at Fu Yingyi helplessly.

Fu Yingyi took a deep breath to calm down.

Rong Yiheng patted his shoulder from the side.

"Don't think so much. If you see him, my junior uncle will definitely give you a chance to have a good fight with him."

"Your comfort is boring." Fu Yingyi rolled his eyes at Rong Yiheng, who shrugged and smiled like a thief.

The man in the black cloak was so strong that only his junior uncle could deal with him. If Fu Yingyi faced him, he wouldn't be able to sustain a few moves.

"Uncle Junior, what are we going to do with these people? Have they all been dealt with?" Rong Yiheng ignored Fu Yingyi and looked at Yun Fusheng.

"There are too many people there, we can't solve it alone." Yun Fusheng stretched and looked at Rong Yiheng.

"Then we can only call Senior Brother." Rong Yiheng frowned.

"I'm afraid there aren't enough manpower at Zizhen's place."

"Little Master Uncle means..."

"Something has happened to the old man, can they still live in peace? Let them join in the fun." Yun Fusheng rubbed his temples.

Gong Sisheng, who had been silent, saw this scene and hurriedly reached out to help her. Yun Fusheng smiled at him.

"I'm afraid they will scold you to death in their hearts." Fu Yingyi twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Let them go. Anyway, I can't hear you." Yun Fusheng shrugged innocently, and Fu Yingyi and Rong Yiheng actually laughed when they looked at each other.

"Well, what are you talking about?" Wen Jing scratched her head and looked at Yun Fusheng and Rong Yiheng.

What they said can be understood when the words are separated, but when put together, it is incomprehensible!

"You don't need to know anything else. Just know that there will be a good show to watch next." Rong Yiheng finished speaking to them, with a smirk on his lips.