Lan Yue and Xiao Jingyao walked into Doujinfang in a swagger. There were endless people around him, but no one looked at them.

Lan Yue saw the ordinary middle-aged man at a glance. He was quietly guarding the door of the private room, making Lan Yue's eyes lit up.

Does his stay here mean that the matchmaker is meeting guests?

Lan Yue pulled Xiao Jingyao toward the door of the fairy hall. Her spiritual sense gently explored inside and found that there was indeed someone inside.

But that man was not a matchmaker, but Wan Ziqian and Wan Yurou.

Lan Yue heard Wan Yurou complaining to Wan Ziqian.

"Uncle, my brother has been away for three hours. Is that matchmaker really reliable?"

A trace of surprise flashed across Wan Ziqian's face.

As early as when he discovered that Wanqi Yuan had been captured in the Annihilation Talisman, he reported the situation to the Valley Master.

There are so many capable and ambitious scholars in the sect who read all ancient books and concluded that they are all - unsolvable.

In despair and panic, they could only pin their hopes on Doujinfang matchmaker.

Early this morning, the three of them rushed to Doujinfang. This time he prepared a total of 30,000 top-grade spirit stones.

At this point, he was not afraid of the matchmaker and lion talking loudly. As long as Wan Qiyuan could be cured, what would 30,000 top-grade spirit stones be?

But after they came, the matchmaker took Wan Qiyuan into the secret room alone, saying that the method of decoding should not be passed on and asked them to wait patiently.

But this wait took three hours.

"Uncle, can that matchmaker not cure his brother at all? They just ran away with the spirit stone!"

The more Wan Yurou thought about it, the more likely she felt it was possible. She stomped her feet and could no longer wait.

She opened the door in a hurry and saw the middle-aged man standing by the door. She immediately asked sternly: "Where is the matchmaker, let her come out and see us!"

When the middle-aged man faced Wan Yurou's attack, he didn't raise his eyelids, but said quietly: "When Hongzhuan wants to see you, she will naturally appear."

This painless sentence completely ignited Wan Yurou's violent temper.

These days seem to be the longest days in her life.

She has been tortured by regret, and only regrets that she was fascinated by Xiao Jingyao's appearance and hurt her brother's life.

Although my brother and uncle comforted her, if she hadn't just made the intention to replace the bone-transforming talisman with the spirit-blind talisman, my brother might not have been alive.

But even so, Wan Yurou still couldn't forgive herself.

After suppressing so many days of worry, fear, despair, and eagerness to find a vent, while the middle-aged man's carelessness and perfunctory made her completely collapse.

Her eyes were slightly red and her spirit was surging. She stepped forward and grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and said viciously: "Where is my brother? Call the matchmaker out!"

Seeing Wan Yurou being so rude, a hint of anger flashed across her face, which had always been calm.

"What does your expression mean? You, a slave, are you planning to get angry at me!"

Wan Yurou didn't care about anything anymore. She just wanted to see Wan Qiyuan now, and just wanted to see her brother safe and sound.

Although Wan Ziqian was anxious, he had to be much more rational.

It is impossible for Doujinfang to be so brainless if he can do such a big business in Jiuzhou.

As long as they dare to move far away, the Baizhang Valley will also flatten them with all the strength of the Baizhang Valley!

"Ro'er, Yuan'er is our Baizhang Valley Master. They don't know how to do anything, and they don't dare to do anything."

Wan Ziqian's voice seemed to be persuading Wan Yurou, but in fact he was warning Doujinfang.

After hearing this, a middle-aged man finally flashed a sneer on his face, which had been expressionless.

Lan Yue held Xiao Jingyao and looked at him from a distance. Seeing a hint of hostility appearing on the middle-aged man, he couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

Sure enough, a man cannot behave like a person, and this man is not simple at all.

Wan Ziqian also felt the strangeness of the middle-aged man. His face changed slightly, but he was still very confident in their Baizhang Valley's power in Jiuzhou.

Seeing the two people confronting each other, Lan Yue waved to Xiao Jingyao silently, pointed to the elegant room where Wan Ziqian and the others came out, and sent a message to Xiao Jingyao: "Yaoer, let's go in."

Xiao Jingyao nodded obediently and followed Lan Yue. The two of them walked into the elegant room without knowing it.

While Lan Yue was looking at this elegant room carefully, the conflict between Wan Ziqian and the middle-aged man outside the door became increasingly fierce.

Lan Yue also saw that Wan Yurou seemed to be unhappy and deliberately looked for trouble.

The middle-aged man had a good temper, but Wan Yurou refused to give in.

Just as the two sides couldn't pull it, Lan Yue keenly felt the space in the Yashi Room suddenly shaking.

Immediately afterwards, a black door appeared out of thin air in the elegant room.

Lan Yue's eyes narrowed, and the black door slowly opened, and the matchmaker's graceful figure slowly appeared.

She twisted her waist and came to the door with charming charm, saying impatiently: "What's wrong? This is?"

The moment he saw the matchmaker appear, Wan Yurou suddenly loosened the middle-aged man's collar, walked aggressively to the matchmaker, and asked fiercely: "Where is my brother!"

The matchmaker's charming brows frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her face, but she finally endured it and said coldly, "Recovering."

Wan Ziqian trembled all over when he heard this and asked excitedly: "Are you serious?"

He led the team to the Baizhang Valley Heroes' Club. The valley master handed over the two young valley masters to him, but there was such a big mistake.

On one hand, he was deeply in love with his uncle and nephew, and felt extremely distressed, but on the other hand, he was ashamed of the valley master and was frightened. Now that he heard that Wan Qiyuan was recovering, his heart seemed to be alive again.

A glimmer flashed in the matchmaker's eyes and nodded, "It's about two hours left, wait."

"Then let me see you brother!" Wan Yurou was always worried.

The matchmaker's face turned cold again, "The Master Wan Shao Valley should not be disturbed now. If you miss your brother, just stay tuned."

"you!"

Wan Yurou was so angry that her face turned red. Just as she was about to rush forward without hesitation, Wan Ziqian grabbed her in time.

"Rou'er, just treat it for your brother, wait a little longer."

Wan Yurou was angry. She was going to argue with Wan Ziqian, but turned around but accidentally saw a few silver threads on Wan Ziqian's temples.

At this moment, it was like a basin of ice water pouring on his head. Wan Yurou's heart trembled violently, and the arrogance in her heart instantly extinguished.

These days she only cared about herself and never cared about the same fearless uncle. She kept making her worried and comforting her.

My uncle is already a monk in the God Transformation Stage. He will never grow old, but now his temples are white.

Wan Yurou's heart was extremely sour, and finally nodded obediently and stood back to Wan Ziqian silently.

"Hongzhuan, please give me."

As arrogant as Wan Ziqian, for Wan Qiyuan, he bent his back and showed a hint of humility.

When Lan Yue saw this scene, she shook her head.

If I had known today, why should I be the first one?

When they think of using such despicable means to plot against others, they should think of the day when they will suffer the consequences.

Lan Yue withdrew her gaze, pointed to the black door that was still open not far behind the matchmaker, and sent a voice to Xiao Jingyao, "Yaoer, let's go and have a look."
Chapter completed!