Chapter 1687

  On the high platform, Yan Tao shook his head invisibly.

  Master, what he hates most is trouble.

   Yan Tao curls her lips, and the deep black eyes reflect the coldness of the forest.

   "Want evidence?"

   "Okay, this commander will give you evidence."

  The cool words of the boy rang in the square, and the atmosphere was suddenly quiet again.

evidence?

  Master Marshal, there is still evidence?

  This time, the fresh road color that was just calming down for acting has also changed slightly.

  He clenched his fists subconsciously, and quickly recalled the year in his mind.

  I want to recall whether I have left evidence.

  It’s just that the lapse of time is too long.

  Even if he did a bad thing, he forgot the details of the incident.

but……

  Xian Lu glanced at Yan Tao on the high platform.

   Yan Tao had not been born when he was in office.

  Xianlu didn't believe that Yan Tao could produce evidence that crushed him.

  As long as there is a little gap, no one can help him if he refuses to admit it.

  Xian Lu thought, and sneered: "Okay, I also want to see what evidence Marshal Lord can produce."

  Master Yan waved lazily.

  A crowd looked from left to right, but no evidence was seen.

  Suddenly someone shouted: "Look at that!"

  Everyone turned their heads.

  I saw a person coming in slowly from the entrance of the square.

  That was a young man with luxurious clothes.

  He walks very slowly, because his body is too weak, his handsome face is pale as paper, and his eyes are faintly black.

  The eye sockets are deeply sunken, but the lips are red as blood.

  The frail figure seems to be blown away by a gust of wind at any time and disappear.

  He looked like he had been obsessed with wine for a long time and was hollowed out.

  The young man walked slowly in front of Yan Tao and bowed to Yan Tao.

   "Master Marshal."

  The young man’s voice was very low. After only saying four words, he coughed twice.

Tens of thousands of people on the square focused on this frail young man, and after a while, someone recognized him.

  "Isn't this the young master of the Xian family?! I saw him molesting beauties on the street a few days ago."

   "...Why did you come here today?"

   "Also, he seems to be a little different..."

   Discussions in the crowd rose in succession, but the fresh road color below was faintly green.

  He stared at the frail few on the platform.

  A pair of old but sharp eyes flickered.

   A bad premonition faintly appeared in his heart.

  Yantao: "Won't the Xian Lao Patriarch come to tell your good grand-nephew about the past?"

  Up to now, a group of nobles have also noticed something wrong.

  They looked at each other one after another.

  Master Marshal, even the evidence is ready?

  This posture clearly counts their actions, and everything is prepared for them.

  The thought passed by, and they all showed amazement.

  Yantao...A very accurate calculation!

  They think they are smart, but they don't know that they have fallen into the pit that Yan Tao had already designed.

  On the high platform, she rarely smiled at Xian Lu.

  The smile was extremely cold, as vicious and vicious as a poisonous snake.

  Xian Lu and Xian Shaoqi looked at each other for a moment, and a boundless chill rose from the bottom of my heart.

  He never knew.

  This grand-nephew, who was deliberately raised by himself, can even have such a wise but fierce look in his eyes.

  That aura...It's not like a person who is hollowed out by alcohol can have it.

  (End of this chapter)