War God's Revenge

"Sir, that's..."

Lin kedun frowned when he saw several people in the pavilion, and his tone was a little dignified.

Naturally, he could see that the people in the pavilion were not simple.

It seems that ye Tian is waiting here!

"No harm!"

Ye tiandang waved his hand and walked towards the pavilion with a faint smile.

The small pavilion is not big. Looking at the decoration and mossy stone steps, there are already many young heads.

Around the pavilion sat three old people.

One by one, with white hair and gray robes, it looks like a fairy.

However, the three old men were only sitting around the pavilion.

That way, it's like a doorman.

In the middle of the pavilion, a young man sat.

The young man looked less than 30 years old, dressed in black tight clothes, and looked very capable and low-key.

At the moment, the young man is sitting on the stone table, running a pot of green tea and tasting it gently.

"It's rare that it's so quiet here today. It's a blessing to have tea with my old friends!"

The young man didn't lift his head, but he said something gently.

Obviously, this is to Ye Tian.

Ye Tian picked the corner of his mouth gently and politely, so as to face the young man.

He lifted the glass in front of him and took a sip.

For a moment, the three old men around fixed their questioning eyes on Ye Tian and Linke.

The dignified eyes made Lin Ke tremble behind Ye Tian for a moment.

At this moment, he just felt that he was stared at by the God of death.

On his forehead, bean big cold sweat drops down.

The fear in his heart made him dare not take any action. Even wiping a cold sweat was extravagant hope.

But ye Tian, from beginning to end, seemed to have no pressure.

There was no change in the expression on his face.

It seems that the three old men don't exist at all!

"OK!"

After drinking a mouthful of tea, ye Tian put down the cup and said two words faintly.

"Tea is really good tea, but you have to taste it! Otherwise, it will only waste my good tea."

The young man smiled faintly. In his tone, he seemed to mean something.

Then he glanced at Linke lightly, and waved his hand lightly.