798 The Ferocious Brother Jiu (2)


    The Saintess of the Lan family had never married into the Sikong n, but that only applies to a direct descendant of the Lan family. When it came to Lan Jiao, there was no such rule. She would not hesitate to give away two or three people who could curry favor with the Sikong n, let alone one daughter.


    At first, the marriage partner was indeed Sikong Changfeng. However, ever since Sikong Changfeng’s biological mother passed away, he had no backer and the new Madam was extremely doted on by the family head. No matter how one looked at it, the second young master had a better chance of winning.


    Of course, Lan Jiao did not dare to offend Sikong Changfeng, but if the Second Young Master also had the intention, it would be a different matter.


    It was Mrs. Sikong who spoke to the family head.


    “But sometimes, when I think about it, I feel that it’s actually not bad without this marriage. I heard that this Master Lan’s character isn’t very good. Didn’t we see her on the street just now? Look at her appearance, I know that she’s bullying good people again! I don’t know who’s being bullied, but in short, she was lucky to meet you, Young Master—”


    “Who is it?!” Before the attendant could finish his sentence, Sikong Changfeng spoke warily. Immediately after, a sharp palm wind shot out like a speeding arrow and hit Yan Jiuchao’s heart.


    Yan Jiuchao flicked his wide sleeves and removed the palm wind. This palm wind did not use its full strength, but the other party’s ability to withstand it was still beyond Sikong Changfeng’s expectations.


    Sikong Changfeng’s eyes turned cold. His vast internal energy suddenly knocked open the door and window and he rushed out.


    The attendant widened his eyes and hurriedly chased after him. He saw his young master fighting fiercely with a man in a ck robe and a fang mask.


    Sikong Changfeng’s white clothes were as white as snow, and Yan Jiuchao’s ck clothes were as ck as ink. The courtyard was filled with killing intent, but the two of them were really pleasing to the eye.


    The attendant originally wanted to protect his young master and call the guards to capture the assassin. Unexpectedly, he even forgot what he was doing.


    Sikong Changfeng’s skills were definitely not bad. He could be considered one of the top experts among the younger generation. Although the man in front of him was wearing a fang mask, his hands were slender and he was very young.


    When did such an expert appear among the juniors of the Nether Capital?


    A trace of surprise shed across Sikong Changfeng’s eyes. What was even more surprising was that the other party’s aura was vaguely familiar to him.


    Yan Jiuchao struck out with his palm again. Sikong Changfeng tapped his toes and turned around, shooting three darts at Yan Jiuchao. Using the cover of the darts, he suddenly struck out with his palm, aiming for Yan Jiuchao’s face.


    Just as he was about to dodge in time, no sooner said than done, a cold internal energy suddenly burst out from Yan Jiuchao’s body.


    Sikong Changfeng felt as if half of his arm was frozen. He pulled his hand back in time and retreated ten feet. He looked at him in disbelief. “Ice Spirit Art! The Sikong family’s internal energy cultivation technique?! Who exactly are you? Why do you know the ancestor’s internal energy cultivation technique?”


    Yan Jiuchao snorted. Are you rats worthy of knowing my name?


    Yan Jiuchao leaped and shed in front of Sikong Changfeng. If he knew himself and the enemy, Sikong Changfeng might be a match for Yan Jiuchao. Unfortunately, Sikong Changfeng was careless and did not expect the other party to know the patriarch’s internal energy cultivation technique. This carelessness caused half of Sikong Changfeng’s body to be paralyzed.


    At this moment, if the other party took his life, he would barely have any power to resist.


    Of course, he could call for help.


    Sikong Changfeng did not do so. Yan Jiuchao approached. He reached out.


    “Young Master—” The attendant finally came back to his senses, but it was toote.


    Sikong Changfeng closed his eyes. So be it. The Sikong family would never beg for mercy. Suddenly, Sikong Changfeng’s palm sank and he felt something in his hand. When he opened his eyes, Yan Jiuchao had already flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the endless night.


    He looked at the things in his palm and was instantly dumbfounded.


    W-what was going on?


    After spending so much effort infiltrating the Sikong Manor and ambushing him, in the end… he gave him two red eggs?!!


    After delivering the red eggs, Yan Jiuchao was in a good mood as he flew around the roof that was embedded in the night.


    After giving away the red eggs, the next step was to settle the score with the Lan family. Of course, he was not going to save the little insect that was clinging to his woman, but to regain his woman’s dignity.


    But—


    Where was the Lan family again?


    Yan Jiuchao looked at the sky in confusion.