“Oh, young lady, you wait...” Several Clan Heads still tried to struggle, but a certain little girl continued walking away without turning her head back, returning to the basement with her stupid beast; she did not give them the opportunity to spout excuses even just for a second!
With this level of wretchedness, even the Long Xuan Empire’s number one big profiteer, Qi Cang, would be willing to worship her.
“This isn’t right. Old Shen is an upright person. How could he produce such a black-bellied granddaughter?” Tang Ao looked at the paper bill in his hand and looked at Shen Yanxiao, who waved her hand at them. His heart was very complicated.
"I say old fox, did you and Old Shen accidentally switched your grandchildren? Could it be that little lass is actually a member of your family." Yang Qiong deeply felt his guess was reasonable.
"Do you think that Qi Xia’s temperament is like Old Shen?" Yan Hua raised an eyebrow.
Yang Qiong was stunned, then immediately shook his head like a rattle.
What a joke. Qi Xia was a treacherous and shameless smelly boy. If not for the Qilin Clan, he had long made that Qi Xia swallow his fist!
Treacherous, black-bellied, and shameless, this was the nature of the Qilin Clan, the family of profiteers!
"Cough. Sorry about that." Shen Feng was a little speechless by Shen Yanxiao, but he thought it was a bit funny, his granddaughter really was not polite at all.
"Don’t mind, don’t mind. It’s already late today, we will first take our leave." Qi Cang and others responded with a smile.
"Hey, Grandpa, are you going back already? Then you go back first." Tang Nazhi blinked his eyes at his grandfather, patted the dust away from his body, and stood in a row with the other four animals. He waved his hand like a good child seeing his grandfather off.
"You’re not going back with me? Do you want to die?!" Tang Ao grabbed Tang Nazhi's ear and dragged him away.
Li Xiaowei swallowed his saliva and followed suit.
Qi Cang, Yang Qiong, and Yan Hua smiled at their own grandsons.
Seeing them, Qi Xia, Yang Xi, and Yan Yu knew very well what the right thing to do at this time; they respectfully bowed to Shen Feng and said goodbye.
"Elder Shen, we’ll leave first, we will come back to see Little Xiao again."
"Alright, be careful on your way home.” Shen Feng’s mood had been like a roller coaster ride. He looked at the four renowned talented youths. He felt no envy at all. Because his family's Shen Yanxiao was not worse than this group of smelly boys.
"Goodbye!" The three animals turned their heads back in unison, and their faces were very tragic.
The wind was bleak and the water was cold, but the warriors would not step back.
Go home or get beaten!
Watching them leave, Shen Feng shook his head with a chuckle. He and the several old guys he had been fighting against for so many years now sat on the same boat. Looking at the stance of Qi Xia’s group when they arrived at the Vermillion Bird Clan, it was clear that they came to help Shen Yanxiao.
They, the older generation had been entangled in a fight with one another for more than half of their lifetime and they were unwilling to be friendly with any side. But who would have thought that the relationship of their younger generations was so close.
"This is not bad." Shen Feng smiled and looked up at the night sky.
The clouds were scattered, and the moonlight shrouded the ground.
"Shen Ling." Shen Feng called.
"Yes." Shen Ling had been at the side for a long time, but everyone, including himself, regarded him as a wooden post.
“We’ll go to the basement. We can’t let Little Xiao face this kind of thing alone. After all, it was my Vermillion Bird Clan that produced such evils.” Shen Feng sighed heavily. Shen Yanxiao did not kill Shen Duan and Shen Yue, as well as Shen Yifeng, who had not yet fully recovered, but instead, detained them in the basement.
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