Crazy criticism of villains: She is good at attracting hatred

After hearing the eldest son of the Ye family make this announcement, Monk Juehai snorted coldly!

"Humph!"

He glanced at the middle-aged monk sideways, not hiding the murderous intent in his eyes at all.

Although he had turned and left, his spiritual consciousness was locked on the other party from beginning to end. As long as the other party showed any sign of wanting to escape, he would definitely take action!

As for whether this was considered breaking the rules of the game, he no longer cared.

Anyway, I agreed to the Second Young Master's request to come here to participate in the competition this time, just to repay a favor.

If you can't pay it back this time, there will be plenty of opportunities to pay it back in the future.

On the contrary, it seems like I haven’t seen the Second Young Master since yesterday.

Are you going somewhere to play again?

Monk Juehai also dislikes the unreliable second son of the Ye family.

If it wasn't for repaying a favor, he would never pay attention to someone like the Second Young Master.

Seeing that Monk Juehai finally stopped pestering him, the eldest son of the Ye family finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look at the middle-aged monk and said expressionlessly.

"Brother Qin, if the relic is returned to our Ye family now, we can still pretend that nothing happened."

The cultivator named Qin was embarrassed and wanted to make some excuses, but when he saw the warning in the eyes of the eldest son of the Ye family, he backed off.

Just as the middle-aged monk was about to take out the relic from the storage bag, a crisp voice rang out.

"Why, big brother, you want to let him go just like that? When did it become your turn to set the rules of our Ye family?"

Hearing this voice, all the monks present turned around to look.

When they found out that the person walking towards them from a distance was Ye Qiaoqiao, the fourth daughter of the Ye family, everyone present couldn't help but reveal a kind smile on their faces.

"Meet Miss Qiaoqiao."

"The fourth young lady has grown up again."

Seeing that everyone took the initiative to greet Ye Qiaoqiao, the eldest son of the Ye family couldn't help but look a little uglier.

Among the younger generation of the Ye family, the one with the highest reputation is not him, the eldest son, but his younger sister.

A freak who is only eighteen or nineteen years old but can get the support of most of the elders of the Ye family!

The eldest son of the Ye family sometimes even wondered if his little sister was the reincarnation of a banished immortal, otherwise how could she have such prestige at this age? !

Although he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, the smile on his face did not diminish at all. He looked at Ye Qiaoqiao who was walking in front of him and said.

"Little sister, although this man stole our relics, fortunately the misunderstanding has been resolved now, and he is willing to return the relics. I think we should just let this matter go."

"Misunderstand?!"

Ye Qiaoqiao raised the corners of her mouth slightly when she heard this.

"Brother, you call the act of stealing things from our Ye family a misunderstanding?"

After saying that, she frowned in confusion and looked at her eldest brother.

"I'm really wondering now, is your last name Ye or Chi Li Ba Wai?"

"you!"

Seeing that his little sister didn't give him any face in front of so many people, the eldest son of the Ye family's face suddenly changed.

The middle-aged monk saw that this matter might not be fooled, so he could only ask with a gloomy face.

"Then according to Fourth Miss's opinion, what should we do?"

Ye Qiaoqiao glanced at the middle-aged monk, not concealing the contempt in her eyes at all.

"Cut off 1/3 of your Nascent Soul and I will spare your life today! Otherwise, you will not be able to leave the Ye Family!!"

Upon hearing this request, everyone present couldn't help but take a deep breath.

That is the Nascent Soul, the most important thing for a cultivator!

If a cultivator loses half of his Nascent Soul, he will completely lose his mind.

Although a person who has lost 1/3 of his Nascent Soul can barely maintain his consciousness, his cultivation will remain stagnant from now on, and he will hardly make any progress in his life! !

For the monks, this is tantamount to killing the other party!

The fourth young lady of the Ye family is actually as cruel and ruthless as the rumors say!

"impossible!"

The middle-aged monk shouted in fear, then looked at the eldest son of the Ye family as if asking for help.

"Master!"

The eldest son of the Ye family simply cannot stay out of this matter. He was the one who invited these people to participate in the competition. If he is humiliated like this, his prestige will plummet in the future!

He frowned and looked at Ye Qiaoqiao, scolding.

"Fourth sister, don't go too far!"

Ye Qiaoqiao noticed the reactions of the two people, and her intuition told her that there must be something fishy going on between them!

She chuckled and said with a smile.

"If your behavior today gets out, everyone will think that my Ye family is full of good men and women. In the future, there will be more and more thieves in the Ye family. I'm afraid that the Ye family will be in turmoil forever!"

After she finished speaking, the subject suddenly changed and the smile on her face completely disappeared. She looked at her elder brother who had made no progress, her eyes flashing with coldness, and spoke word by word.

"This is what I mean, and this is what the Presbyterian Church means. Do you understand?"

When he heard the word "Council of Elders", the eldest son of the Ye family's expression suddenly changed.

He hesitated for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said.

"Sure, but only after the competition is over, otherwise I will be short of people for the competition!"

"Master!"

The middle-aged monk was very anxious!

"Shut up!"

Hearing the angry shout from the eldest son of the Ye family, the middle-aged cultivator choked, then his face quickly turned red, and his mouth slightly opened, as if he wanted to say something.

But before he could finish his words, the eldest son of the Ye family shot him a warning look.

The middle-aged monk was startled and swallowed back the words he was about to say.

The eldest son of the Ye family snorted coldly, glanced at Ye Qiaoqiao, and left.

The corners of Ye Qiaoqiao's mouth curled up slightly, and she smiled and nodded at the people around her.

"Please excuse me, everyone."

As soon as she spoke, the monks around her woke up from their dreams.

"Of course, of course. Miss Fourth, just go and get busy."

"That's right, don't worry about us, hehe."

Ye Qiaoqiao nodded at them and then ignored them, but winked at Gu Gugu playfully.

That obviously means:

How did your sister perform just now?

Gu Gugu shook his head slightly.

The meaning is also obvious:

If you don’t go crazy and kill someone on the spot, you fail.

Ye Qiaoqiao understood what Gu Gugu meant in an instant and couldn't help but lower her head in disappointment. Then she cheered herself up again, walked quickly to Gu Gugu, took Gu Gugu's hand and said.

"Sister Gu, there is still some time before the game starts. Let's go take a rest first. I have prepared your favorite tea."

Gu Gugu knew that Ye Qiaoqiao wanted to talk to her about something, so she let Ye Qiaoqiao pull her out of the hall, and Ye Youyu turned into a follower and followed behind happily.

Seeing the three people leave, a strange light flashed in Monk Juehai's eyes, but no one knew what he was thinking.

After walking for a while, Gu Gugu and the other two arrived at the door of a teahouse with quaint decorations, and two of them walked in one after another.

Ye Youyu also raised his foot and wanted to follow in.

"You stay outside and watch the door!"

As Leng Ran's voice sounded, before Ye Youyu could react, the door of the tea room was slammed shut, almost hitting Ye Youyu's nose!

[Feeling Ye Youyu's hatred, skill progress +1%]

Ye Youyu touched his nose.

It's just a cup of tea, why be so stingy?