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Chapter forty-one

"Do you know where these amazing people you call are now?"

"have no idea."

Cao Man shook his head.

"If they want to be known, they will not be so low-key. Miss Ye, do you think that if these people want to hide, who can find them? Even if I, Cao Man, may not be able to dig them out just by anyone."

"Ye Baihe"'s beautiful eyes turned, but after all, she did not study the topic in depth, so she could only say curiously: "You sent Zhang Feng's mansion to Shura Dao, will there be any funeral?"

Cao Man smiled and said, "I knew Miss Ye, you wouldn't come to chat with me for no reason. After all, it's because of that kid's business. In fact, even I don't understand why the descendant of the Divine Palace is so concerned about an unknown guy. At least, sometimes we all see it. Miss Ye, you are much better at this boy in Zhang Feng's mansion than the prince. Don't tell me that Zhang Feng's mansion is your dog. Anyone with discerning eyes can tell that Zhang Feng's mansion has an extraordinary relationship with you."

Ye Baihe said lightly: "So what if the relationship is not ordinary? I just want to know whether this person is born or dead. If you, King Cao, can control the grass, tree, flower and fruit of a certain level of heaven, it is impossible that you will not even know whether Zhang Feng's mansion is born or dead, right?"

"I really don't know if you don't believe it."

Looking at the bustling hustle and bustle under the top of the "Sky" outside the Great Lefang, Cao Man said seriously: "The Shura Dao is not the area under my jurisdiction of Cao Man, nor is it a region governed by any level of the Ninth Heaven. The hands of the Ninth Heaven cannot reach the Shura Dao. At most, it is just to use other forces to understand the Shura Dao. However, Zhang Feng Mansion is just an unknown man. When he enters the Shura Dao, he will be like a drop of water flowing into a stream. Who cares about who this person is, where he comes from, is he dead? People will always only pay attention to the most eye-catching people. If they cannot stand out from the crowd, it is equivalent to death. Therefore, do you understand what I mean by Miss Ye?"

"Understood."

"Ye Baihe" nodded.

Cao Man said again: "Don't hold too much hope. Shura Dao is no better than other places. There are only two ways to go. You either die or become the one who will let others die at will. Although I don't know the true strength of Zhang Feng Mansion, I have heard of some from Ma Long. This strength is indeed good outside, and it can even be said to be difficult to meet opponents. But in Shura Dao, this ability is really not enough. I pray that Zhang Feng Mansion can survive. This is what Miss Ye should do most now."

"But I don't like to pray to Gods and Buddhas. Similarly, whether Zhang Feng's mansion dies or not has no direct relationship with me."

"Ye Baihe" still had another sentence in her mind that she had not said it. It had no direct relationship, but it was not that it was okay to calculate it.

At least, half of the whereabouts of the Rakshasa Order are in Zhang Feng's Mansion. With his current "identity", if he suddenly disappears and enters the Ninth Heaven, he will probably become the target of public criticism and will only break the big plan at that time.

While thinking about it, I never thought that the door of the empty room was suddenly pushed open, and a head with a angular face and a hair that was draped around my shoulders came in.

"Just just passed by, I heard someone say Zhang Feng's mansion, why? Is there any news about that guy?"

For this man who is the prince but does something ridiculous at any time, "Ye Baihe" never gave him a very good face, and he said rudely: "After that the prince just passed by by accident, or did he have planned to eavesdrop on and peep at a distance?"

Wen Su was not embarrassed when he was exposed to his thoughts. It has become commonplace for this iceberg beauty to throw cold water too many times, so he doesn't care at all. However, Cao Man was unwilling to disturb His Royal Highness's good things. After cleaning up the copywriting, he made an excuse to leave, deliberately creating an opportunity to give His Royal Highness the chance to display his talents.

"Ahem, whether it's planned or unintentional, as long as you can see Miss Ye,"

If others hear this, they are fragile inside and outside, at least they will refresh their understanding of the romantic and unruly Prince. To be honest, there are many talented and beautiful women in Dalefang these days. The most eye-catching one is Wen Su. According to incomplete statistics of some people who love to watch the fun, there are at least twenty beautiful girls who have taken the initiative to make excuses to get close to Prince's prince in the past few days, at least twenty beautiful girls, either by chance, misunderstanding, or directly openly and openly. Among them, there are even types who are asking for advice in the prince's room with a reputation and still refuse to leave in the middle of the night, which is called asking for advice, but what if a prince who doesn't practice martial arts at all?

Everything was seen by "Ye Baihe" and disdained in her heart. She said coldly: "Your Highness the Prince should be better for those little girls. Most of them will be overjoyed when they hear it, and maybe they will be fascinated by you. However, there is no need to say these words in front of me. If there is nothing else, then your Highness will let you do it and I will not be with you."

Seeing Ye Baihe leaving, Wen Su thought that the girls in the past few days had annoyed the fairy in front of him, so he quickly stopped Ye Baihe and sighed, "Why can't you look at me directly? Sometimes I think you are more concerned about that guy named Zhang Feng's mansion than me. Could it be that my prince is not as good as a servant?"

Not happy to be blocked by others so rudely, Ye Baihe said coldly: "Your Highness the Prince is afraid that there is a misunderstanding. Can Zhang Feng's Mansion compare you? Are you much stronger than Zhang Feng's Mansion and have anything to do with me? Please let Your Highness get out of the way. There are many people in Dalefang, so it's not good to be seen."

After being rejected for many days, Wen Su was determined to make an explanation today, so he said helplessly: "I just want an answer. Why can you laugh at a servant, but you have never laughed at me, a prince. Not only that, but I am cold bench everywhere, which embarrasses me. Do you still remember the kick you kicked Zhang Feng's mansion last time?"

"Remember, so what? If you say the wrong thing, you will be beaten. This is my personality."

"Do you know that many times I would rather be the kid from that kick, but me, so at least I know that you will never have one expression to me, right?"

"Okay, then I will fulfill your wish."

With one kick, His Royal Highness fell directly from the third floor of Dalefang, no less than Zhang Feng's mansion. Suddenly, he never came to his senses. When he was about to look up, he suddenly heard a woman chuckling: "Oh, is Dalefang so solemn to entertain guests? He was still prostrated."
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