The middle-aged scribe stared at Yue Yang.

The gaze is like a sword.

Straight to the heart.

Yue Yang was calm, he drank nonchalantly, gnawed on the chicken wings in his hands, and completely did not exist as a middle-aged scribe. If the fat man is here, maybe Yue Yang, who eats and drinks very comfortably, will improvise a little song such as 'Little Chicken Wings, I Like Food' for everyone to listen to.

"I'm a traitor to the Tower of Babel, who caused that?" the middle-aged scribe asked with a sharp voice, staring at Yue Yang.

"It doesn't matter who he is, it's not me anyway!" Who knows what happened ten thousand years ago, and if it doesn't matter to him, he will hang it high, and Yue Yang said that it doesn't matter.

"So, having been unjust, I have to return here today to get back a fair and get back what belongs to me. The middle-aged scribe's anger suddenly vanished, his eyes regained their calmness and sanity, and of course the hidden hatred and revenge inevitably revealed. Now, he no longer hides it, and at this moment, he feels that he is a rightful avenger.

"Now that the Tower of Babel is mine, whoever you are or what you have done, you are not entitled to take anything from it, even a grain of sand. "Yue Yang laid out the carriage and horses, in the past, you watched and handled it yourself, but now it is Young Master Ben who has the final say, you must follow your own rules, otherwise, you will be an enemy who will never die.

"The Tower of Babel is not yours, even if the future is, it is not now, it is not now, then the future is not necessarily it. The middle-aged scribe sneered: "I have enough strength to get back what belongs to me, and before I get back a qiē, there is nothing to do with you as a junior!"

"That's right!" Yue Yang clapped his hands and praised loudly: "As a bad person, how can you cry and cry!

Yue Yang said that he was very unaccustomed to the words and deeds of the middle-aged scribe just now.

As a bad person, how can you not be a little self-conscious?

It must be vicious and savage.

Crying bitterly and hatefully, it was done by the poor middle peasants who were oppressed by the three mountains, and was it done by a big boss like you, who can make a thousand heads fall to the ground with a wave of his hand? Is there still a heavenly reason for this Nima?

The middle-aged scribe looked at Yue Yang coldly, his expression like looking at a dead man.

Yue Yangxiao shrugged his shoulders in fear.

Come on!

In addition to Siniang's worried eyes, in addition to His Majesty's anger, in addition to Shuang'er's coquettishness and Sister Yu's tears, in addition to Princess Sissi's pink fist and the flawless sister's anger, in addition to the million-level ultra-difficult challenge arranged by the Supreme and the super super difficult cultivation task of the Sword Spirit Royal Sister with a random finger, this third young man is still afraid of a hair!

Is it good that Lao Tzu is scared!

Don't think that Young Master Ben is afraid of a lot of things, so it's easy to bully!

Young Master Ben has never been afraid of men in his life. Not to mention a traitor to the Tower of Babel like you, who has long since reached old age and still pretends to be tender everywhere!, therefore, for the cold gaze of the middle-aged scribe, the crossing man said that he was very determined.

"If you keep a low profile, I won't demolish you, because first, I waste saliva, and secondly, it hurts people's self-esteem to pick people's faces. Yue Yang threw the chicken bones aside and wiped his oily hands on his clothes casually: "But." You can't be too sè...... Like you, pretending to be pitiful to deceive others into sympathy, it's just bad intentions. I really think it's the same thing, Sister Ni, is Lao Tzu's intelligence so low? Is Young Master Ben such a deceitful person?"

Yue Yang almost didn't write the word 'smart' on his forehead to prove that he was a good boy with excellent character and learning, morality, intelligence, physical fitness, art and labor.

For the middle-aged scribe, it seemed to be a move to turn back in time.

He has only this evaluation: advertising!

What is an advertisement?

According to some kind of straightforward and not very polite statement, the advertisement is the sale of fake drugs by Meow!

This advertisement is that there is a hundred, or even a thousand and ten thousand propaganda, and if you see it, you will see it, if you really believe it. Then he's a stupid **!

Before the crossing, Yue Yang, who understood what advertising was at the age of eight, just to see a little time back the scene, he wanted him to believe that a hall master 'Dongfang', who couldn't go down in the Tower of Babel and went to the Central Temple to be a traitor without hesitation, was a poor person worthy of sympathy. How likely is that?

This probability is absolutely equal to zero!

It can only be zero!

According to Yue Yang's personal opinion, don't say that Young Master Ben is an outsider who has nothing to do with it, even if Young Master Ben is your father in the 'East' and you are my son, I will not believe you so lightly. Not to mention that you're the mortal enemy of this traitor to Babel!

Sensei really believes it, just think about it like that, think about it for half a second, and it is estimated that he will also be slapped by the Supreme Hate Iron and Steel.

Even His Majesty couldn't help but rush out of the palace and fly out of the clouds with one kick.

"Although I don't dare to say that I am more intelligent and close to demons, I am really not as mentally retarded as you think. Yue Yang's expression was very modest, his words were very sincere, and he said to the middle-aged scribe with a sincere face: "Before I pick your face, I will talk about the conclusion. Ten thousand years ago, were all the people in the Tower of Babel blind? Isn't it? Even if some people are blind with their eyes open, then not everyone is, right? Even if the entire people in the Tower of Babel are blind, then what about the will of the Tower of Babel? It can't be blind, right? Why would the people of the Tower of Babel, why would the will of the Tower of Babel choose a person who pays a thousand times less than you, and not choose a poor worm-like you who is said to have paid a thousand times more than me, bleeding and crying? I think the reason is very simple, that is, God is not blind! The people of Babel and the will of Babel 10,000 years ago have made the most correct choice, that is, not to choose you as the 'actor'!"

"Actor?" The middle-aged scribe didn't quite understand this new word, he could vaguely understand it, but he couldn't confirm it yet.

"Yes, that's right, you're an actor!" Yue Yang was sure.

"Are you saying I'm lying?" The middle-aged scribe laughed, laughed, and looked at Yue Yang's eyes contemptuously: "You also admitted it yourself just now, and the scene I repeated was all true, now." In the blink of an eye, you say I'm lying?"

"The real scene can also deceive people!" Yue Yang unceremoniously revealed: "There are many things, and what the eye sees is not necessarily the most real existence. The eyes are the most easily deceived, and only the purest minds are not easily deceived! No matter how real your vision is, it is fake, because in the process, you have disguised your hypocritical heart with your vision!"

"What did you say?" the middle-aged scribe's face turned cold.

"Ah, let's say so, maybe it would be more appropriate!" Yue Yang looked directly at the middle-aged scribe, and his gaze seemed to be able to see the other party's heart at once: "You are a person who is indifferent to fame and fortune on the surface, but in fact, he has a great desire to perform in his heart and is extremely eager to be praised by others. Every time you do something, you probably think, 'Come and see, come and see my show.'" How brave I am, how wise I am, where to find a handsome and modest genius like me? It's all in the palm of my hand, whether it's the commander of the three armies or the Demon Abyss Legion, they're all letting me play with it, everyone come and praise me, as soon as I come out, victory will come soon, as long as I make a move, the whole heavenly realm will tremble because of me!' The reason why you resent others is that you haven't gained enough sycophants. The reason why you have taken revenge on Babel is because no one in Babel knows how to appreciate your bad taste! He lived very happily, and was even called the first wise man in the Central Temple, listen, how comfortable this sycophant is! I guess you must be beautiful, this sycophant made you almost not float. If someone says that you are the first wise man in the heavenly realm, you will be angry, because you are not low-key enough, and pretending to be low-key is the need for that evil taste in your heart! I am not wrong, the first traitor of the Tower of Babel, the first wise man of the Central Temple, and the first eastern predecessor in the heavenly realm who loves to eat sycophants!"

The middle-aged scribe's face turned pale.

He had never been so angry in his life.

The vicious words of the stinking junior boy in front of him were more ruthless than sharp arrows and fiercer than sharp spears, and they tore his heart extremely rampant and arrogant.

Yue Yang's classmate didn't have the consciousness of being angry at all, and he also praised himself: "You should be grateful to me, for ten thousand years, no one can understand you, only I know that you like sycophants!

"I understand you, why do you want to take revenge on the Tower of Babel, which is said to be a homeland of blood and tears? Because you are so good and have worked hard for so many years, no one understands you, no one even pats your ass, everyone thinks that you are indifferent to fame and fortune, and they all think that you don't like sycophants and reputation the most in your life, who doesn't want to, they are all wrong! They think that you are the one who does not seek fame or fortune, and the appearance of purity and elegance is you." Dongfang', how do you know that you have waited for hundreds of years, but no one has come to your door to pat your ass, and no one has used the vulgar official position of commander of the three armed forces to insult your noble character and morality, they are very wrong...... Obviously, you can't stand the days of no sycophants and finally can't pretend to be able to do it, so you turn around and throw yourself into the sycophant kingdom in the central temple and become the first wise man. Yue Yang said with certainty: "A person like you, who has wasted hundreds or thousands of years of time, but has not gained a little sycophancy, how can he not be resentful, how can he not be revenge!"

"Have you said enough?" the middle-aged scribe's eyes turned red with anger.

"Almost, one last word. Yue Yang hurried up and added: "You just said that you want to get back what originally belonged to you, I agree now, you go to the sixth floor of the Tower of Babel, and I will send a hundred sycophants every day to pat your sycophants to ensure that you are satisfied! Let's go grab some people from the Central Temple, you're welcome, Dongfang senior, this is all you deserve...... To be continued) RQ