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    "Huangfu Qingyue, have you thought about what's going to happen next?" Yang Jian sat next to Huangfu Qingyue and wanted to hear her opinion.  After all, after this group of killers in Purgatory were eliminated, whether Purgatory chose revenge or tolerance, Huangfu Qingyue had to participate, otherwise, this would be a huge regret for her.  Yang Jian believed that she wanted to take revenge with her own hands.  Huangfu Qingyue lowered her head and remained silent for a long time without answering.  Yang Jian didn¡¯t rush her.  After more than ten minutes, she said firmly to Yang Jian: "You and the Dragon Soul people joined forces to help me block and eliminate this wave of attacks from Purgatory. I am very grateful to you and very happy, but I would rather use my  Use your hands to take back everything that originally belonged to me!" As he spoke, Huangfu Qingyue clenched his fists in excitement.  Huangfu Qingyue's answer was within Yang Jian's expectation.  He nodded happily and added: "Huangfu Qingyue, please listen to me clearly. I am not asking you if you want to take revenge with your own hands, but I want to know your next action plan. Don't you even have any ideas in your mind?"  Huangfu Qingyue was stunned for a moment, looking up at Yang Jian with a confused look on his face.  Yang Jian was speechless.  Visually, Huangfu Qingyue has not considered this issue at all. Although she had fought against Purgatory in the past, she only took it step by step without any detailed plan.  Seeing Huangfu Qingyue like this, Yang Jian decided to help her.  Of course, Yang Jian is not prepared to take trouble.  He wanted to pass the blame to Dragon Soul.  Just when Yang Jian was about to speak, he suddenly heard a crisp knock on the door, and at the same time there was a young man's call.  "Mr. Yang Jian, are you at home?" Yang Jian turned his head and looked in the direction of the door, with a confused look on his face.  Who could come to him at this time?  Moreover, the other party actually called himself Mr. Yang Jian, and Yang Jian was very uncomfortable with this title.  But Yang Jian could also tell that the young man outside the door was very polite and he should ask him for something.  As Yang Jian walked over, he thought: "Could it be someone from Dragon Soul? Have they asked for something yet? This is so efficient." After the door opened, Yang Jian saw a man in his twenties and forties standing outside.  man.  This man was wearing a suit and his hair was meticulously combed. It was obvious at first glance that he was someone who cared about his image very much.  After seeing this young man's dress, Yang Jian was sure that he was not from Dragon Soul, because people from Dragon Soul dressed very casually, completely different from him.  What¡¯s more important is that this young man is not a practitioner.  Yang Jian looked him up and down and asked curiously: "Who are you? What do you want from me?" The young man stood at attention in front of Yang Jian, standing like a javelin and said: "Mr. Yang Jian, I have been ordered by Marshal Yang to inform you to attend his meeting.  "Marshal Yang? A recovery banquet?" Monk Yang Jian was really confused when he heard these two strange words.  "But Yang Jian is not an ordinary person after all. With a little analysis, you can guess the general situation. The Marshal Yang in the young man's mouth should be Mr. Yang Dingbang. It is estimated that because of what happened to Mr. Yang back then, the army still habitually calls him Marshal Yang.  From the way this young man stands, it can also be seen that he is a soldier.  As for the so-called recovery banquet, it should be arranged by Mr. Yang to celebrate his recovery.  Yang Jian asked about the time of the recovery banquet, and then sent the young man away.  After returning to the house, Yang Jian closed the door with his backhand and gently raised his eyelids, just in time to see Huangfu Qingyue's face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.  "Yang Jian, are you going to attend this recovery banquet?" Yang Jian did not answer Huangfu Qingyue because he was still confused.  The poison in Mr. Yang¡¯s body has been removed by him long ago. The so-called illness last time was just to dig a hole to bury Yang Dingguo and Yiren.  Why is it that in the blink of an eye, he is going to hold a recovery party?  Yang Jian thought about it with his toes and realized that Mr. Yang was not interested in drinking.  But he really couldn¡¯t imagine Mr. Yang¡¯s true thoughts.  Looking at Huangfu Qingyue's half-smiling face, Yang Jian said angrily: "Did you see some clues? If you have anything to say, say it quickly. The content of your words will determine whether I go to this so-called recovery banquet."  "I didn't expect that even the mysterious and omnipotent Yang Jian didn't understand anything." Huangfu Qingyue smiled happily: "Mr. Yang's banquet celebration is fake, but knocking on the mountain to shake the tiger is real. Mr. Yang wants to take advantage of it."  This is an opportunity to tell everyone in the world that he is still alive and kicking, and some clowns had better not make trouble." After hearing what Huangfu Qingyue said, Yang Jian understood.??The last time a trap was dug to plot against Yang Jian, many families were involved. If all these families were eradicated at once, the whole of China would be in turmoil, and Mr. Yang would have to be cautious.  Mr. Yang took this opportunity to knock on the mountain and Zhenhu, probably to buy time.  Yang Jian also thought that before the age of twenty, Yang Jian was just a standard playboy with a notorious reputation.  After Mr. Yang knew Yang Jian's true ability, Yang Jian really didn't believe it if he said that he didn't want to find a chance to clear Yang Jian's name.  This is the love and care a grandfather has for his grandson.  Of course, Yang Jian didn¡¯t think there was anything wrong with him not seeing any clues.  As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts. Huangfu Qingyue often followed Li Mengxue and wallowed in their circle. It made sense that he was more familiar with Yang Jian in this aspect.  Yang Jian stretched out and said: "If this is what the old man wants, I won't go through with it. I'm not interested in this kind of nonsense. If you follow my idea, I will shoot the person who plotted against me to death." "  Yang Jian, don't you want others to know your true abilities? Are you willing to live with the reputation of a playboy for the rest of your life?" Seeing that Yang Jian didn't want to go, Huangfu Qingyue became a little anxious.  Yang Jian shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly: "I'm not interested. I don't have these messy vanities. Besides, I, Yang Jian, have lived for myself all my life. What does it have to do with whether others think I am a playboy or a genius?" Huangfu Qingyue  Sitting on the bed, completely speechless.  Yang Jian thought for a while and asked curiously: "Huangfu Qingyue, whether I go to this recovery banquet or not is just a matter for our Yang family. Why do you seem more anxious than me? There won't be anything here.  Is it something I don¡¯t know about?¡± ¡°No, you¡¯re thinking too much.¡± Huangfu Qingyue waved her hands and shook her head in denial with a dry smile.  But Huangfu Qingyue¡¯s reaction clearly meant that there was no three hundred taels of silver here. Yang Jian secretly laughed in his heart, but he didn¡¯t care.  No matter what Mr. Yang and Huangfu Qingyue did secretly, Yang Jian believed that they would not harm him, and at the same time they could not force themselves.  Since the outcome cannot be changed, it is up to them to do whatever they want.  
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