The middle-aged scholar stared at Yue Yang.

His gaze is like a sword.

Straight to the heart.

Yue Yang was calm, he drank nonchalantly and gnawed on the chicken wings in his hands, completely middle-aged scribes did not exist. If Fatty Hai and the others were here, maybe Yue Yang, who was eating and drinking very comfortably, would impromptuly sing a ditty like 'Chicken Wings, My Favorite Food' for everyone to listen to.

"I am a traitor from Tongtian Tower, who caused that?" The middle-aged scribe stared at Yue Yang and asked sharply like a blade.

"Whoever he is, it's not me anyway!" No one knows what happened ten thousand years ago, and he hangs up on it if it has nothing to do with him, and Yue Yang said he doesn't care.

"So, I, who have been unfairly treated, will return here today to seek justice and recover those things that belonged to me." The anger of the middle-aged scribe suddenly disappeared, and his eyes regained his calmness and reason. Deep hatred and vengeance inevitably spilled out. Now, he no longer hides it. At this moment, he feels that he is a legitimate avenger.

"Now Tongtian Tower is mine. No matter who you are or what you have done, you are not entitled to take away anything from it, even a grain of sand." What to do, now it is the young master who has the final say, and he must follow his own rules, otherwise, he will be an endless enemy.

"The Tongtian Tower is not yours. Even if it is in the future, it is not now, and it is not now, so it may not be in the future." The middle-aged scribe sneered: "I have enough strength to take back what belongs to me. After I take back everything Before, there was nothing like you, a junior!"

"That's right!" Yue Yang clapped his hands and praised loudly: "As a villain, how can you cry and cry! You must show your true side!"

Yue Yang said that he was not used to the words and deeds of the middle-aged scribe just now.

As a bad person, why don't you have any self-awareness?

Must be ferocious and savage.

Crying bitterly and bitterly, it was done by poor middle peasants who were oppressed by the three mountains. Was it done by a big boss like you who can easily destroy a world and make thousands of heads fall to the ground with a wave of your hand? You do this as a big boss, how can Nima let others live? Where will grassroots people cry in the future? You have taken up all the reasoning, and there is no place to cry. Is there any reason for this shit?

The middle-aged scholar looked at Yue Yang coldly, his expression was like looking at a dead person.

Yue Yang Xiaosheng shrugged his shoulders in fear.

please!

Except for Si Niang's worried eyes, except for His Majesty's anger, except for Shuang'er's coquettishness and sister Yu's tears, except for Princess Sissy's powder fist and Wuxia's scolding, except for the million-level ultra-difficult challenge and sword spirit arranged by the Supreme Sister Yu has already reached the super-ultra-ultra-difficult training task with just a single finger, and the third young master is still afraid of it!

I was so scared, okay!

Don't think that this young master has a lot of things to fear, so he's easy to bully!

This young master has never been afraid of a man in his life, let alone a Babel traitor like you who has grown old and still pretends to be tender everywhere! Therefore, for the cold eyes of the middle-aged scribe, the time-traveling man is very determined.

"If you keep a low profile, I won't expose you, because I'm a waste of saliva, and secondly, it hurts people's self-esteem. A good student like me who loves peace and respects the elderly, some things are so-so It's over." Yue Yang put aside the chicken bones, and wiped his oily hands on his clothes casually: "But, you can't be too frivolous... like you, pretending to be pitiful to cheat others' sympathy, has bad intentions That's all, I really take it seriously, Nimei, is my intelligence so low? Is this young master such a deceitful person?"

Yue Yang almost didn't write the word 'smart' on his forehead to prove that he is a good boy with excellent character and learning, morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor.

For middle-aged scribes, it seemed like a move back in time.

All he had to say was: Advertisement!

What is an advertisement?

According to a kind of blunt and not very polite way of saying, the advertisement is just selling counterfeit medicines!

Well, this advertisement is a propaganda that says one hundred, or even one thousand and ten thousand. If you see it, you will see it. If anyone really believes it, then he is a fool with a brain!

Before crossing over, Yue Yang, who was eight years old, knew what advertisements were. Just looking at the scene of going back in time, he was convinced that he could not survive in the Tongtian Tower and went to the Central Temple to be a traitor without hesitation. Lord 'Eastern' is a poor man worthy of sympathy, Temeow, how likely is this?

This possibility is absolutely equal to zero!

It can only be zero!