At eight o'clock in the morning, the guarded sword garden was full of joy.

The lawns, yards, and halls of the wooden building were filled with cheerful crowds, and there were almost sixty people including ten children of the swordsman who served as receptions.

On the long dining table, a variety of cold dishes, fruit plates and oak barrels filled with champagne, beer and wine are placed.

The flower basket next to the table is full of high-end candies, and a dozen children are laughing and snatching it. The atmosphere is very warm.

Ye Tianlong played with them with a smile on his face, sometimes making funny faces, sometimes doing magic tricks, and sometimes somersaulting, making them laugh.

Then, Ye Tianlong took a few close photos with them, and in the eyes of unsuspecting people, they must have thought they were a family.

Compared with the crazy play of more than a dozen children, the expressions of more than 30 men and women in Chinese clothes are much more cautious, and the hands holding the wine glasses are all cautious.

They looked at the noisy scene anxiously, and then looked at the surrounding god-knife children, as well as the gods whose smiles could not tell the depth.

Then, these Chinese men and women stared at each other again, with wariness and hatred in their eyes.

Although the scene is harmonious, they feel a little bit of security in their hearts, because they are the family of Bingye and Gao Shengjin, and blood relatives.

Tired of playing, Ye Tianlong got up, patted the grass clippings on his hands, then squeezed a glass of juice and looked at everyone: "Hey, why are you so quiet?"

"A great weekend, a great morning, and there are so many delicious and delicious drinks, everyone should be happy."

Ye Tianlong walked over to these men and women in Chinese clothes: "Could it be that you still hate each other? Or are you worried that the magic knife will avenge you?"

Hearing this, a man and a woman in Chinese clothes waved their hands quickly: "No, no, we didn't think like that..."

"You really don't have to think like this."

Ye Tianlong laughed loudly and walked to the crowd to speak loudly: "I know that Bing Ye and Gao Shengjin had a festival, but the matter has passed."

"Moreover, both of them are locked up in a cell. When will your two report their grievances?"

"Look, Gao Shengjin calculated against the gods and wanted to rebel. This is a serious crime, but the gods are attacking the Gao family again?"

"No!"

"The **** not only did not punish the Gao family, nor retaliate against Bing Ye, on the contrary, he also asked me to invite everyone here to gather together to resolve grievances."

Ye Tianlong patted several people on the shoulders: "My God and I sincerely hope that everyone is happy and safe."

Hearing these words, although they didn't know the truth or not, they eased their emotions somewhat.

Several people lowered their heads and said, "I'm sorry."

"Needless to say I'm sorry, the matter is over, there is no need to talk about it anymore."

Ye Tianlong smiled very calmly: "As long as you behave well in the future and are worthy of the magic knife gate, God and I will not be counted as old accounts..."

Dozens of men and women in Chinese clothes replied at the same time: "Ye Shao and the gods can rest assured that we must be worthy of the magic sword."

When Ye Tianlong smiled and nodded, a woman in Chinese clothes asked: "Ye Shao, I don't know what we can do to make up for their mistake?"

There are still smart people.

Ye Tianlong laughed: "You really don't have to do anything, and you don't have to deliberately make up for it. We look at the future."

"But I hope that you will stay here for three days. Everyone will promote the relationship. In addition, I hope that each family will choose a representative."

"In the afternoon, I went to have a good chat with Gao Shengjin or Bingye. We get along very well, and it has turned fighting into jade, so he doesn't have to worry..."

Ye Tianlong is harmless to humans and animals: "Trust me, I will make you feel at home."

The men and women in Chinese clothes nodded together: "Listen to Ye Shao's arrangement..."

Ye Tianlong laughed and said, "Thank you for your trust, come, come, everyone lean over and take a photo together to make them happy."

God has a hint of approval in his eyes. He is really a child with an idea...

At 4:30 in the afternoon, representatives of Gao Shengjin and Bingye’s family members met Gao Shengjin and Bingye in the Eighth Prison and gave photos after chatting.

Gao Shengjin and Bingye looked at the dozens of people in the photo, and Ye Tianlong with a bright smile, their hearts couldn't stop a pain...

The next night after the restaurant, the night was a bit dark, the wind was a bit rush, and the number of pedestrians on the road was reduced a lot.

It was only at eleven o'clock, ten black cars still slowly left the entrance of the Royal Sword Hall, quietly driving along the seaside passage of Australia City.

Thirty minutes later, the car stopped at the gate of the eighth prison in Australia. Then, a car in the middle opened and Saburo Miyamoto got out of it.

He took everything off his body, and left his cell phone in the car, and then took the two of them into the prison battery car.

Saburo Miyamoto quickly appeared in the heavy prison area, and he and two of his men were carefully searched and allowed to enter after confirming that there were no contraband.

A prison guard led three people forward slowly, and after crossing two corridors, they came to a row of separate cells separated by iron railings.

Saburo Miyamoto looked around. There were a total of fifteen prison cells, and there were about ten prisoners in custody. He also saw a wanted man in a gold shop.

"Tattoo--"

After Saburo Miyamoto got acquainted with the environment, he walked towards the end and then stopped in front of cell 13 and turned slightly to his side.

Saburo Miyamoto locked it at a glance. Kanako, who was pale on the stone bed, could smell the **** smell even though he was two or three meters apart.

He looked closely at Anoko's body, and saw that the latter suffered a lot of injuries, and he also caught Anoko's broken finger.

Although the wound had been carefully bandaged, he could feel that Kannako had suffered a lot.

Seeing this woman who once made herself happy but now a traitor and murderer, Saburo Miyamoto's eyes flashed a touch of complicated emotions.

It's just that he quickly suppressed his emotions, good or bad, because he had a lot of questions, especially the murderer, who needed to ask the answer from Annako's mouth.

He must maintain his rationality.

"Kannako!"

In order to reduce the probability of being overheard, Saburo Miyamoto said in Oriental language, "Are you okay?"

"Who……"

Anoko opened her eyes subconsciously when she heard the cordial shout, wanting to see who was calling him.

When she shouted a word, Kannako was taken aback for a while, feeling that her throat was much more comfortable than during the day, and she was no longer blurred.

Saburo Miyamoto saw Annako wake up and restore the usual majesty: "It's me!"

After Kanako's eyes adjusted for a while, she looked at Saburo Miyamoto outside the railing. After a while, her body shook and she lost her voice in surprise:

"Miyamoto-kun? Why are you here?"

Her pretty face is still wronged and moved.

Saburo Miyamoto faintly said: "I heard that you murdered and set fire to become a serious prisoner. I was thinking about our old love, so I came to see you."

Kannako could hear something in the words, and squeezed out in pain: "Miyamoto-kun, Riko, I really didn't kill them, and I didn't sell a restaurant."

"I was wronged..."