Qi Gang didn't need to say this, or he could say it secretly afterwards, but he still said it.

This means deepening Yang Yu’s relationship with all his brothers. Isn’t it necessary for Yang Yu to miss this love?

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this young man who once had a hundred households and later a thousand households will definitely be limitless in the future.

"It's a matter of this, Qingzhou Restaurant, please choose. If Yang Yu frowned, he is not a man!"

Yang Yu responded with a smile, feeling a little ashamed.

He might have guessed Qi Gang's thoughts, or maybe he didn't, but this was not important to him.

Because he had personally noticed the change.

Before the day of commemoration with Cao Jinlie, even Lin An and Zhao Qing, who had the best relationship with him, were mostly in Tongliao.

But after that day, I had completely integrated into the Jinyiwei.

It's just that I realize it later...

"I! Ask! You! Where are you!"

Seeing a few people talking, the ignored real person suddenly jumped and jumped up, and no longer had the severity of real person's stability.

"I thank the little real person for helping me."

Yang Yu smiled, clasped his fists and said:

"The surname Yang Mingyu has no font size. The light skills you asked about are called Zhou You Liuxu. Finally, you have to change them, and let your adults change them."

When Yang Yu clasped his fists, the little Taoist boy was suddenly a little panicked and disappeared, but he was shocked again after listening to the second half of the sentence:

"You are Yu Yang?"

"I think there is no second one here."

Yu Yang shook his head, and was also surprised.

This little Taoist boy is not from Qingzhou, and he actually knows him. It seems that his files are not only placed on the desks of the big people in Qingzhou, but he may not have flew farther away...

"You are lying!"

The little Taoist boy was surprised and happy. He walked around Yang Yu twice before saying:

"Why don't you have a font size? Aren't you beheading the font? "

“…”

After Yang Yu grinded his teeth, he felt that the previous thanks were unnecessary. He almost raised his hand and punched him in the head, but he was too lazy to pay attention to him.

This child really can't speak.

After turning around, he followed Qi Gang into the camp.

"Oh, don't leave! How can you learn that vain? Teach me, teach me..."

Looking at the little ancestor who was chasing him, Niu Santou was as big as a bucket, and he could only place Baihe and hurriedly followed.

In the camp, the little Taoist boy was allowed to tangle back and forth, and Yang Yu ignored it.

"Qitou, if Long Yuanwei is evil today, will it have an impact on the future plan?"

Yang asked.

"Qin Jinfeng is a stubborn and tough person, especially a little bit of a mind. He has been working for the Qixuan Gate for several years, and has been traveling thousands of miles away. After you pick peaches, you will inevitably feel a little depressed in his heart."

Qi Gang shook his head:

"But he can still tell the difference between the big things. Even if I didn't show up before, he would at most beat you up and get angry."

"If I am incompetent, I will take my anger on others. If he has the ability to win, how can I have the chance to pick peaches? Beat me?"

Yu Yang sneered; "Who might be beaten."

Qin Jinfeng's qi and blood were like a furnace, with a powerful aura, especially his sword intent could even cause a sudden movement of Longyuan Sword, but so what?

If you don’t fight once, how can you tell the difference between strength and weakness?

"Before he joined the army, he was a disciple of Zhujian Villa. He had praised his sword skills and General Wei, so you must not underestimate it."

Qi Gang reminded him, but he was not confused about it.

He knew that neither Qin Jinfeng nor Yang Yu would be so easy to bow his head, and this grudge could not be resolved by him.

But this is nothing. People who are officials in the same dynasty and hate each other are everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, Dali, and Tianlang.

Private hatred is private hatred, and official affairs are official affairs.

Yu Yang ignored the matter and said:

"The Thunderbolt Fire Bomb seems to have arrived, when..."

"You can't use Thunderbolt and Fire Bombs."

A crisp sound rang out. The real person Miaomiao, who had been squatting in a corner for a long time, stood up with a serious face:
Chapter completed!