: 337. Yang Ming goes to prison

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Platinum Bishop Saras looked down and shouted:
"Yang Ming, no matter how you quibble, it's a fact that you killed Feng Xiaotian. It's an unmistakable fact. Now follow me to the Wuhun Temple. Next, other people will continue to investigate the matter."
Although Dean Flander was willing to stop, he also knew that other people's indifference could not stop anything.
Fortunately, Ning Feng sent Jian Douluo to guard Yang Ming, which was a guarantee.
A group of Templars escorted Yang Ming out of Shrek College. As a star of Shrek College, Yang Ming was naturally a much-watched existence. Along the way, he could see many students from the original Blue Bull College stop in the distance Wait and see.
It's just that when Yang Ming looked at them, the students who had worshipped Yang Ming frantically turned their heads one by one, pretending to look like they didn't know Yang Ming, and the meaning of alienation was very obvious.
Among them, Yang Ming also saw the four backup members of Tyrone. Except for Tyron's guilty face, the other three were generally the same. They didn't dare to look directly at Yang Ming and didn't even say anything.
"brother."
Just when Yang Ming's mouth had a wry smile, Xiao Wu's crisp voice pulled him back to reality.
Yang Ming looked back and saw that Xiao Wu ran towards himself.
Twelve Templars who escorted Yang Ming surrounded Yang Ming, and separated two of them in front of the small dance body, and the soul of the Soul King level appeared.
"stop!"
Xiao Wu stomped with anxiety on her face, saying:
"Who are you, why are you taking away your brother!"
With that, Xiao Wu's temper came up, and he had to go through the Templar's block and take Yang Ming away.
Upon seeing this, a Templar knelt with cold eyes, and five soul rings emerged from his body one after another. His face reflected in the yellow and purple light was cold and grim.
In the view of this Templar, Xiao Wu is obviously trying to take Yang Ming as a criminal. He absolutely will not allow such an accident!
The speed of the small dance is fast, the speed of the Templars is faster, and it will be cut to the head of the small dance almost after the first arrival.
Seeing that Xiao Wu was about to make a move, Yang Ming's chest burst out with a sudden rage, pouring down like a cathartic Hong Tao, and said angrily:
"Stop me!"
In an instant, Yang Ming exuded a terrifying momentum, like a dragon like a dragon and a magnificent atmosphere, and like the only emperor in the sky and underground, the momentum was like a substantive, and turned into a clap. Hit the back of the twelve Templars around.
Overlord domineering!
Although Yang Ming has only just acquired it for a short while, he is still showing up in the anger of caring about Xiao Wu!
"Boom!"
The twelve Templars around felt only a buzz from their ears, and there was a moment of darkness in front of their eyes. Their bodies were more like limbs after a high fever, and there was some feeling of weakness.
They should be fortunate that Yang Ming's overbearing domineering just revealed a trace of power, otherwise they might fall prone and fall asleep.
Without their hindrance, Xiaowu successfully came to Yang Ming, and her beautiful eyes had already floated a mist, holding Yang Ming's sleeve tightly, just like a little cat afraid of being abandoned by the master, saying:
"Brother, I won't let you go."
Yang Ming, as always, rubbed Xiao Wu's hair, rubbing her neatly-knitted hair into a mess, and indulged in her eyes, saying:
"Good boy, you will be waiting for your brother to come back in the college. I will be fine."
Seeing Xiao Wu's small mouth, he was almost able to hang the oil bottle, even if he didn't let go, Yang Ming had a headache:
"Xiaowu, you have to believe me. In this world, no one can hurt me."
Yang Ming said this very confidently, even Xiao Wu was infected by his emotions, and the tension in his heart was slightly relieved.
Xiao Wu's impression of Wuhundian is very bad. I am afraid that Yang Ming, like his mother, will never come back after being taken away by the people of Wuhundian, so he will be emotional for a while and do such a thing.
However, after being persuaded by Yang Ming, Xiaowu felt much more relaxed.
Yang Ming looked at Tang San, Dai Mubai and others coming together. The expression of concern on everyone's face did not seem to be fake, and there were some emotions in his heart.
Under difficult circumstances, we can see who is a true friend.
Yang Ming squeezed the pretty nose of the little dance and gently pushed her back, pushing her out of the encircling circle where the Templars regrouped, and chuckled towards Dai Mubai and Tang San and others, saying:
"Don't cry so sad, I'm not going to Longtan Tiger Cave, I will be back soon."
Tang Sanzhong focused on his head and secretly retrieved the hidden weapon under his sleeve robe.
He had just seen that Xiao Wu was about to be injured, and that his good brother was going to be detained by Wu Hun Dian.
Tang San stared at Yang Ming and saw that he looked calm, Tang San was clear in his heart, it is estimated that Yang Ming still has a back hand, Shen said:
"Brother, take care all the way!"
There is no need to say much between the two, but the friendship between them is as important as gold.
Yang Ming waved his hand and left the area where Shrek College was impatiently shoving in twelve Templars, walking straight to a busy street in the center of the city.
This street is one of the best in Tiandoucheng~EbookFREE.me~ Almost no one does not know it, but this is not because of how big a shopping mall or trading shop is, but the branch hall of Wuhun Temple in Tiandoucheng is located in here.
As the leading force of Douluo Continent, and the only Wuhun Temple in the two empires, the style and building area built here are far more than that of Soto City.
In the magnificent hall, the ceiling is hung with a huge chandelier like bauhinia, and the golden lights like petals are spreading all corners of the hall. There is a famous painting hanging on the wall. Soul masters who have made outstanding contributions in history, from the previous generation of the Pope to the ordinary soul masters of the remote Wuhun Temple, as long as they have made significant contributions to the Wuhun Temple, they can all stay here.
This trivial little thing allows Wuhundian to easily reap the hearts of the people, and makes Wuhundian more and more united from top to bottom.
Stepping on the red-haired carpet, Yang Ming, with the urging of the twelve Templars, withdrew his line of sight and went down the spiral stairs all the way into the underground prison.
It is said to be a prison, but the environment here is much better than Yang Ming imagined. It is not the kind of gloomy, damp and dim environment, but the atmosphere of the Ming Dynasty. The sofa, bed quilt, toilet, hall, and even the study room are basically one. Everything is available.