"Dad, I've already apologized." Yu xuanyang covered his head and said pitifully.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would have imagined that the Star City Master would show such a pitiful look. Mu Chenxi and others have just turned back their heads and turned them to one side.

"I'm sorry, but thank you." The little old man glared at him and slapped him again.

"Miss Gu, thank you for your help. I'll never forget watching the star city. If there's anything I can do for you in the future, please don't hesitate to ask. I'll help you all." Yu xuanyang said quickly.

Seeing that his reaction was not slow this time, the little old man's eyes showed some gratification, and finally he didn't fall.

"Miss Gu, old man, I have no way to teach my son. I'll make you laugh." The little old man said to Gu Fenghua.

"It's OK. The old people don't have to blame themselves." Gu Fenghua said with an embarrassed smile.

Seeing him teach Yu xuanyang like a child, how can he feel so strange?

"Let's go." The little old man nodded and said to Yu xuanyang.

"Where to?" Yu xuanyang asked subconsciously.

"Do you want to stand here all your life?" The little old man's eyes glared, and the slap he had just put down was raised again.

Yu xuanyang suddenly shrinks his neck, and a layer of sweat comes out from his forehead.

Standing close to him, Gu Fenghua could even hear the beating of his heart like beating a drum. He could not help sighing: is Yu xuanyang his own or picked one?

Dare not say more, Yu xuanyang shrinks his head and runs downstairs.

"You don't care if you hurt these people?" But just after two steps, I heard about Dad's dissatisfied business.

Yu xuanyang stops abruptly. Just now Zong zhengmingyang is in pain. The guards of the star watching tower are dead and injured. The aftermath has not been arranged properly. How can he say he will leave.

"I'm so big and hairy. I don't know how you became the city leader." The little old man shook his head in disappointment and said that he hated the iron but not the steel.

Well, it's wrong not to go. It's also wrong to go. Anyway, it's all my fault. Yu xuanyang shriveled his mouth and wanted to cry again.

"The wounded are easy to be cured, and the family members should not be mistreated when they are buried." Yu xuanyang ordered.

"Yes, Lord." Finally, the guards turned back and bowed. Then they began to treat the injured guards. Some of those who were killed by the poisonous hand were carried down.

"Elder martial brother an..." a guard came to an zize's side and cried out.

At this time, an zize's face was pale, his eyes were lax, the holy bead between his eyebrows was also empty, and there was a bloodstain in the corner of his mouth. It was obvious that his cultivation was wasted under serious injury.

"What a cruel way to hurt elder martial brother an like this!" Seeing an zize's tragedy, all the guards were indignant.

Up to now, they don't know what happened. Naturally, they blame the master and apprentice of Zongzheng Mingyang for all this. In fact, they don't even know their identities and origins.

"He lives up to his death by eating inside and outside." Yu xuanyang didn't pay attention to an zize just now. At this time, he noticed that he was not dead. He said in a hateful voice.

"What?" The guards were all stunned.

"He was the one who brought them into the city." Yu Zifei explained.