Looking at the man's face, Jiang Ran was stunned.

The impact was so great that his brain stopped functioning at this moment, and he just stared blankly above.

The most mysterious figure in the Judiciary Hall is actually Fu Yunshen?!

"I heard you right, did you call yourself me just now?" Fu Yunshen turned his head, his tone was casual, he curled his peach blossom eyes, "Yaoyao, your son is going to rebel."

Before Jiang Ran could react, the girl came around from behind.

She was still holding a box in her hand and raised her eyebrows: "I'm eating ice cream. Can you resolve the matter between you men by yourselves?"

Jiang Ran was completely stunned.

He remembered Ling Mianxi's previous words——

What if Ah Ying knows someone in the Hall of Justice?

But who would have thought that the person Ying Zijin knew was Ying?

No, why did Fu Yunshen become a shadow?!

"I, I..." Jiang Ran opened his mouth and lowered his head, "You are my father."

Fu Yunshen stopped teasing him: "You don't think I called you here to punish you, do you?"

When Jiang Ran thought of what he had just done, his face heated up and he was extremely embarrassed: "Because just now outside, Qiao Ting said that they had asked the Fan family to report to the Judiciary Hall and find someone to teach me a lesson."

"Well, who?" Fu Yun raised his eyes deeply, "Which elder?"

Jiang Ran said weakly: "Maybe it's the Zuo Protector?"

Fu Yunshen nodded slightly and asked with great interest: "Does he have as much power as me?"

Jiang Ran: "...No."

To put it bluntly, if the position of Guardian Zuo were placed in a family in the imperial capital, he would be the head of the bodyguards.

He cannot participate in the major decision-making of the Judiciary Hall.

"Isn't that enough?" Fu Yunshen said in a slow voice, "I called you here to tell you that in the Judiciary Hall, if anyone messes with you, you will fight back. If you can't fight, file a complaint with me. They have a back-up, and you also have a back-up.

, don’t wrong yourself, got it?”

He raised his eyebrows: "If I defeat the opponent in today's arena, I will be responsible."

At Qingzhi Middle School, Jiang Ran did take care of Ying Zijin in the beginning.

Helped her stop a lot of school violence.

Hearing this, Jiang Ran was stunned again.

His head hung down, and the circles under his eyes turned red little by little.

From the moment he entered the judicial hall, he knew that he had to fight alone.

Jiang Ran never thought that he would hear such words again.

Ying Zijin was thoughtful: "Are you crying?"

"Nonsense, no!" Jiang Ran held it in for a long time before he said, "Father Fu, does anyone else know your identity?"

"It's just an individual case." Fu Yun said calmly, "Don't worry, no one will believe what they say."

Jiang Ran: "..."

Stop talking, his father is more pretending to be a dandy than a real dandy.

"Let's go." Fu Yun flicked the hem of his clothes, put one hand in his pocket, and smiled, "I promise, I'll watch you compete in the ring."

**

outside the house.

Ling Mianxi is still waiting.

After waiting for a long time, Jiang Ran didn't call out, but he didn't come out either.

She frowned.

Someone called her at this time.

"Small sleep."

Ling Mianxi turned her head and saw Nie Yi.

He also wore a well-pressed uniform,

"Why are you here?" Ling Mianxi was a little surprised, "Team 1 is not busy anymore?"

"There hasn't been much happening in the imperial capital recently." Nie Yi nodded, "It's okay to take a few days off."

The most important thing is that those restless families in the past have become much more honest.

I was afraid that I would meet someone like Ying Zijin who looked ordinary but had a powerful force behind him, and would accidentally mention the iron plate.

"Okay, come on, come on." Ling Mianxi's eyes lit up, "After a fight, my cultivation has really improved. I won't lie to you."

Nie Yi: "..."

He thought about it seriously and then sent Fu Yunshen a WeChat message.

【Did you and Miss Ying fight when they met?】

There was no message back on WeChat, but a voice rang directly from my ears.

A lazy laugh.

"My girl loves me so much that she can't bear to hit me, and she won't even hit me in the face."

Hearing this, Jiang Ran scratched his head: "Dad Ying, do you control your appearance?"

Ying Zijin glanced at him and said nothing.

But the eyes said it all.

you still need to ask?

Jiang Ran shut up.

"Yes." Ling Mianxi said confidently, "I don't feel sorry for you."

Nie Yi: "..."

"Don't you feel bad?" Fu Yunshen said, "When he was injured, who was there to bandage him and then go out and cry alone?"

Ling Mianxi: "..."

Jiang Ran looked to the left and then to the right.

I deeply feel that he is a dog living in the cracks.

Just as the arena competition was about to begin, Jiang Ran slipped away.

There were quite a few people coming to watch the arena match today.

Thank you for being there.

But what she was interested in was not the arena competition, but Nie Yi.

When Nie Yi entered the ancient martial arts world from the entrance, she got the news.

Xie Nian squinted his eyes and raised his chin: "Look, what about that man?"

Next to her is Fan Zhixi, the eldest daughter of the Fan family.

Fan Zhixi looked over and her eyes lit up: "Sister Nian, that's good enough. I can't see through his ancient martial arts skills. He must be higher than me."

"That's natural." A smile appeared on Xie Nian's red lips, "Which one of the men I, Xie Nian, have fallen in love with?"

She is a half-step ancient martial arts master, so she can naturally see Nie Yi's cultivation.

level of more than sixty years.

In the Xie family, he is also a genius among geniuses.

Xie Nian has never seen anyone like Nie Yi before.

Maybe after having Nie Yi, she would stop having fun.

Fan Zhixi started to flatter her: "Sister Nian, won't you come?"

"Didn't you see Ling Mianxi next to him?" Xie Nian's expression was cold, "Wait until I find a chance to deal with her. I'm not in the mood to share a man with others."

Fan Zhixi nodded and did not judge.

This is a clear moral failing.

But there is no way, in the ancient martial arts world, let your fists speak.

On the stage, the steward called out the names for the next round.

"The third game, Jiang Ran of the Ling family versus Qiao Ting of the Qiao family."

Qiao Ting straightened her chest and walked onto the stage with her head held high.
To be continued...