Chapter 650： He can't take revenge or kill anyone

The old man studied it for a while but still couldn't figure out what it was written about. The little kid probably didn't even learn all the characters.

"I'm afraid no one will recognize it if it's written like this. How about the old man correcting it for you?" He looked at Ye Qianning, his eyes falling on that innocent little face: "That's it, that's all, this is how you write it anyway. "

In the dream, he was beaten badly by the doll, and the old man had some revenge, so he couldn't be blamed for not passing anything by then.

Thinking of this, the old man shook his head proudly: "The old man will go look for pen and ink now. Don't say that the old man didn't send you a message."

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One day passed, and the entire city of Kyoto was sealed off.

Everyone from the Zhan family, the Gu family, the Qian family, and the General Mansion were mobilized, and they were all going crazy.

The matter was even more serious than the theft of the palace a month ago. In one day, Kyoto City was searched from top to bottom by people from all sides, but no trace of the veteran was found.

Everyone expanded the search, and a large number of people came out of Kyoto City to search in all directions.

The identity of the old man is a mystery. No one has seen it. Even the omniscient money teller in the world can't find out the origin of the old man.

"Send a message to the clan?" Feng Xiuyi looked gloomy.

"Well, my subordinates have drawn the old Taoist's appearance and sent it to various places. Once there is any news, they will report it immediately." The follower replied.

Feng Xiuyi clenched his fingers tightly, his joints crackling: "If I find out what it is, I will crush him to ashes!"

The attendant glanced secretly and said cautiously: "Young Master, why are you so interested in a little baby?"

"Eye edge."

"Young Master, it seems that nothing good has happened to that child since we met outside the city of Kyoto... Ahem... The subordinate said that the young master has done enough for the child, and we still have something to do in Kyoto City..."

"You can take care of that little thing yourself, I have other things to do." Feng Xiuyi took his father's orders to heart.

"Young Master, what are you doing?"

"You decide whether it's okay or not. I'm leaving."

"Young Master, where are you going?" "Looking for someone."

"Little Lord…"

The well-dressed little follower chased him out, but there was no trace of his young master anywhere.

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The city of Kyoto is under complete lockdown. A shabby tile-roofed house appears in the alley facing the streets, and it seems that it has not been lived in for a long time.

The furniture in the room was old and messy, with spider webs all over it. There was only one bed in the room, and the bed frame had fallen down. No one could imagine that there was a dark room hidden under the dilapidated bed board.

The dark room was seven or eight square meters wide, dark and damp, and there were chirping sounds in my ears, and rats were everywhere.

Sang Zhi huddled in the corner, rats crawling on him, he remained motionless and his eyes were cold.

On the other side, an old man over fifty years old observed him secretly. He was dressed in wealth and protected by someone with such high kung fu. How could this child still have such strong murderous intent?

"Ahem..." The old man covered his chest and coughed suddenly. He raised his wrist, and the joints gradually turned black, and the internal energy in his body began to wander.

His time is running out.

"Little doll, who are you?" The old man talked to him.

Sang Zhi didn't move.

"Little doll, you are full of murderous intent, but you have no inner strength and can't do anything. Aren't you very unwilling?" The old man said slowly.

Sang Zhi's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he clenched his fingers tightly, unable to do anything.

Nothing can be done…

He could only watch Ye Qianning die to protect him, and watch her body being taken away, unable to do anything...

He can't take revenge, he can't kill anyone...