Interstellar boy Qin's lost track of the golden tower

There was a rapid uproar under the Golden Tower, and everyone present was shocked. Some people immediately collapsed to the ground, and some shouted forcefully, "Nonsense! How could it be the Patriarch! Let me see! I have met the Patriarch and I recognize him!"

Many people jumped out of their cars and ran over before they could stop in time. The uncontrolled maglev vehicles collided with each other in a chaotic manner. Some people heard voices running out of the golden tower, and more people rushed inside, "I want to get home It's time for the master to run, is the master preparing for activities in the hall?"

Many people burst into sobs in a daze, many people fainted on the spot, and even more people gathered around the "corpse", crying heart-rendingly.

In a small and dark monitoring room on the sixth floor of 170 at the top of the Golden Tower, Yan Suiliang sat on the security guard's dilapidated, squeaky spring chair with his legs crossed, a throat clearing powder in his hand, and his thumb resting on it. Rushing to his temples, staring at the screen in front of him.

The high-definition camera clearly projects everyone's face on more than twenty screens in the monitoring room.

Smoke enveloped Yan Suiliang's face, and the cool breath diluted the smell of pickle in the surveillance room.

Yan Zhizi stood behind Yan Suiliang, with huge dark circles on his face, wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, and showed a proud smile. He lowered his head and whispered, "Patriarch, let's start the next step?"

Yan Suiliang waved his hand, and the light blue smoke drew a hazy flying dragon pattern in the air, "Don't worry, what's the rush, someone will of course inform the Presbyterian Council and tell the people you prepared to back off, there is no need for him to be there Provoking conflicts, his expression is so uncoordinated, it can be seen at a glance that something is wrong."

The housekeeper was ashamed, "Yan Xuliang is too straightforward, pure and kind, not suitable for this, but besides him, I can't believe the other people around me now, only this kid is the first-class solider to the Patriarch." Sincerely."

Yan Suiliang sneered, "Stupid or not, you have to tell him the truth. With such a temper, you shouldn't let him get in touch with any black things in your house."

He thought for a while and said, "Don't ask Xu Liang to be in the Golden Tower in the future, let him go to the spaceship to exercise at the grass-roots level first. Since he has been exposed to black, no matter how much he wipes it, he won't be able to wipe it off. It's better to ask him to open it. Eyes, to really see the world."

Yan Zhizi's face turned bitter, "Patriarch, Xu Liang is the successor I trained...Isn't it such a pity that he will be ruined if he is thrown away at the grassroots level like this?"

Yan Suiliang gave Yan Zhizi a strange look, "You're not as old as I am, and you just learned from Yan Riyi to cultivate heirs, thinking about retiring?" He turned his head and leaned on the back of the chair, "Children, the one in the greenhouse Flowers can never become talents. Look at Xiaokun. He is a child who has gone through wind and rain. He has gone through hardships and tribulations, but he is still pure and pure in character. It is the heart of a child who is tempered like that. Xu Liang is so ignorant. In the world, a little white rabbit like a piece of white paper is not called innocent, but stupid, do you understand?"

The boy who was praised remained motionless and pretended to be a transparent person.

The head of the Yan family, who had never given birth to a child, pointed his finger at his subordinates, "Don't keep holding such a talented and beautiful jade like Xu Liang in your palm, hold it carefully, and finally come out with a piece of tofu!" Good or stinky tofu!

Yan Zhizi told the head of the family to break into a cold sweat again after being beaten, and quickly nodded in agreement, and sent a message to Xu Liang.

Waiting on the screen to see Yan Xuliang who received the message quietly exited the noisy crowd, bowed his head and retreated back to the Golden Pagoda silently, without attracting the attention of others, Yan Zhizi let out a sigh of relief in his heart, he really I'm afraid Yan Xuliang, this apprentice, will be abolished here today.

Yan Suiliang seemed to have heard his heart, and comforted him, "It's just that you protect him too well. You haven't experienced any wind and rain, setbacks, or any hardships. But don't worry, I will In the future, there will always be someone who will step out of the fixed disk star, so you can treat him as a front-runner for us."

As soon as these words came out, Yan Zhizi felt a little relieved.

Yan Suiliang shook his head, looked at Kunta in the corner, and smiled helplessly.

Downstairs became more and more lively. In less than 10 minutes, several convoys drove over from the auxiliary cities and quickly arrived outside the square. Teams of armed men with guns vigorously pushed and shoved the collapsed people. Straight to kill the golden tower.

They cleared an open space, carried the trembling elderly people who were guarding them, and placed them on the steps of the hall three or four meters away from the fallen.

One of the old men stood up from the lifting chair, walked to the side of the fallen man, stroked his beard, and looked up.

His gaze, on the big screen, collided with Yan Suiliang's gaze across the void.

Yan Zhizi introduced to Kunta in a low voice, "This is the leading elder of the Presbyterian Church, Yan Siping."

Kunta asked curiously, "Is he brother to Elder Wugu? Si Wu, they also have an older brother named San? Or a younger brother named Liu?"

Just about to tell Kunta how domineering Yan Siping is, Yan Zhizi choked at how arrogant their patriarch was, and said, "No, they are not real brothers..." No three Brother and Sixth Brother...

The young man curled his lips and said casually, "Bai Xia has such a good ranking, what a waste."

Yan Zhizi shut his mouth and stood up: All right, anyway, it doesn't matter if Kunta knows, he still doesn't say anything.

When Yan Siping arrived at the scene, he first looked at the top of the tower, and then searched around. He didn't see the person he wanted to see, so he snorted coldly while leaning on his cane, and then asked, "Where is Yan Zhizi? Follow the Patriarch." Where are all the attendants?" His voice was old and hoarse, and it seemed that he had been getting angry recently.

Soon someone came to report to Yan Siping, covering his mouth and nose with his hand and whispering in his ear.

Yan Suiliang pointed, and someone zoomed in on the camera immediately, and the man's half steamed bun face clearly appeared on the big screen, and the black basalt pattern on the cuff also fell into everyone's eyes.

It turned out to be Yan Dongao, the leader of the food team!

Kunta was surprised, but seeing that Yan Suiliang and the butler didn't show any strange expressions on their faces, he knew that they knew the identity of this person.

No wonder after the "poisoned milk incident", the obviously problematic food group was fine after light questioning, but it turned out that Yan Suiliang already knew that the leader of the food group was from the elders' side.

It's just that the head of the Yan family is so courageous that he told people to pinch the thing at the entrance, but he didn't make a sound at all. It has to be said that he was daring and patient.

That Yan Dong'ao didn't know what he said to Yan Siping, Yan Siping raised his head and looked towards the top of the tower, his brows were tightly frowned, and his expression was very unfriendly.

And the elders sitting on the steps had already got together and whispered to each other, each with expressions of anxiety.

The early morning wind was still a bit cold for the old man, Yan Siping suddenly shivered, he waved his hand, called his attendant over, and ordered in a low voice, "Go find a remote and quiet place, Yan Zhizi called! I haven’t looked at anyone for a long time, where did he go? Then ask someone to guard the elevator entrance to see which elevator is going down, and send someone to stop the people coming down from the top of the building!”

The attendant lowered his head, his voice was a little trembling, "Mr. Big, I called, but no one answered, the elevator," he stammered, "We checked when we arrived, and all the elevators, all, stopped at the same place. Upstairs, just now I was afraid that you were in a hurry to go upstairs, so I asked someone to open the elevator door..."

So for a long time, the elevator has not moved on the first floor.

Yan Siping slapped his face, "Idiot! What am I doing up there! Call a doctor and see if that is the owner of the house!"

The attendant covered his face, answered "Yes", turned and ran away.

In the monitoring room upstairs, Yan Zhizi silently counted how many times the elder raised his head. He asked, "Patriarch, this elder has been looking up, why didn't he come up by himself? What can he see so far away?"

Yan Suiliang smiled coldly, "Come up? How dare he, he wouldn't dare to appear in front of me while I was alive, and even if I were dead, he wouldn't dare to be the first to set foot on the top floor of this golden tower."

He snuffed out the throat clearing powder that was about to burn out at his fingertips, aimed at the old face on the big screen with the cigarette butt, and threw it over, "He, that bit of courage was exhausted more than 300 years ago, I'm afraid After I died, I set up an ambush in this building to take his life."

Yan Zhizi smiled and said, "Patriarch, what do you want his life for, old roots are worthless."

Yan Suiliang shook his head, resting his head on the back of the chair, and said softly, "You came late, I don't know, the enmity between me and him is serious, there are many lives involved."

The monitoring room fell silent for a moment, Yan Suiliang laughed easily, "It's been hundreds of years, you don't have to be careful."

Downstairs, Yan Dongao cautiously said to the elder, "Mr. Da, stop standing here."

Yan Siping stared ferociously, "Why, I'm old and taking up space? I can't even stand here? Is it in your way?"

Yan Dong'ao rubbed his hands like a fly, and laughed awkwardly, "Look at what you've been saying, how can it be, it's just this place." He gestured to the fallen person surrounded by him with his eyes, "It's not safe, my Father!"

Yan Dongao saw that Yan Siping's face was loose, and hurriedly helped him to the entrance of the hall, "Think about it, if the Patriarch really jumped down, it would be so dangerous if his followers jumped down because they couldn't think about it for a while. , right, let's hurry~"

Yan Siping snorted coldly as if to cover up, shook off Yan Dongao's hand, and quickened his pace, "I'm not too old to walk!" You, a fat man of about three hundred catties, still help me?Don't bother me, okay?

But after standing still on the steps, Yan Siping couldn't help being afraid: If Yan Suiliang had the foresight to arrange someone else on the top floor, not to mention jumping down by himself, he just threw a bottle of gold bricks down. Why don't you smash your old bones?

He was wiping the cold sweat on the back of his neck when he heard a commotion in front of him, and several people screamed in surprise, "What did you do to the body of the Patriarch???"

Yan Siping stood up from the chair, felt his eyes darkened, and his heart flickered. He grabbed Yan Dong'ao's hand and pushed him repeatedly, "Go, go and see!"

What happened to Yan Suiliang's corpse?