Chapter 4472

"Brother Zhuo, meet me. I'm Xiadingjia, a disciple of Zixiao Holy Land!"

Dingjia gave Zhuo Wen a hand, but it was quite warm.

Zhuo Wen returned a salute, did not speak, and his attitude was quite cold.

"Brother Dingjia, my friend is silent and has few words. Don't mind!" Ziyou laughed.

Ding Jia waved his hand and said, "childe Ziyou is joking!"

Dingjia invited them to sit in the pavilion on the gate for a while, and Ziyou said goodbye.

"Zhuo Wen, the five holy places have always been isolated from the world and have little contact with the outside world! If you want to enter Zixiao holy land, you must be led by the disciples of Zixiao Holy Land!" Ziyou said.

Zhuo Wen glanced at Ziyou in surprise and said, "aren't you a family friend of Zixiao holy land? Even you need to be led by the disciples of Zixiao holy land."

Ziyou said with a wry smile: "although we Ziyu family can go in without reporting, the terrain of Zixiao holy land is very complex and has many mechanisms. People of Ziyu family don't dare to go in alone!"

"In the past, I asked brother Ding Jia to take me into Zixiao holy land. This time, I also plan to ask him for help!"

Zhuo Wen nodded, and they soon came to the purple royal family.

The residence of Ziyu aristocratic family is located in the prosperous core area of Ziling divine city.

According to Ziyou, Ziyu aristocratic family is a force integrating martial arts and commerce. They are not only prosperous in martial arts, but also powerful in commerce.

The younger generation of Ziyu aristocratic family with good talent has been concentrating on martial arts since childhood and working hard for strength in the future.

The younger generation with poor talent will be trained to become businessmen and take over the family's industry. After generations of efforts, the Ziyu family's industry has spread all over most parts of the Ziling boundary, just like a business empire.

It is precisely because of the integration of martial arts and Commerce of the purple royal family that he can become the most powerful force under the purple Ling King court and the five holy places.

After Ziyou returned to Ziyu aristocratic family, she immediately caused a sensation.

The servants and servant girls all looked crazy and rushed to tell each other, which almost caused a commotion.

Zhuo Wen looked at those slaves and servant girls strangely. It's just the young master's return. Do you need to be so excited?

Ziyou was embarrassed and said, "since I am the only one of the seven generations of the family, I have been taken care of by everyone since I was a child. They can't see that I have been wronged! They should be really worried about my disappearance for so long this time!"

Zhuo Wen took a silent look at Ziyou. It seems that this guy grew up with a golden key. No wonder his mind is so much worse than empty day, and even a little childish.

This should also have a lot to do with his situation in the family.

"Grandson! Where is my grandson!"

"Son, you're finally back. You're worried!"

"Cousin, you've been missing for so long, do you know I wash my face with tears every day?"

“……”

When Ziyou and Zhuo Wen waited in the reception hall for a short time, countless sharp voices suddenly came from outside.

Then, there was a burst of earth shaking and mountains shaking, and countless footsteps rushed in.

Zhuo Wen looked puzzled and was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him.

A group of women rushed into the reception hall like wolves, including white haired old women, charming young women and cardamom young girls.

After these women rushed into the reception hall, they rushed to Ziyou and completely submerged the latter.

Zhuo Wen subconsciously stepped back for a distance and watched Ziyou being pushed and pushed by these women. Suddenly, he felt pity for Ziyou.

"Everybody, calm down! Brother Ziyou is foaming at the mouth. If you pull him like this, his life will be lost!"

Zhuo Wen saw that Ziyou was getting worse and worse. He coughed and quickly reminded him.

"Shut up!"

Suddenly, the group of women stopped their actions one after another, turned their heads in unison, glared at Zhuo Wen, and cheered out with tacit understanding.

Zhuo Wen quickly covered his face away, and the pity in his eyes became more and more strong.

These women of Ziyou family are extremely fierce and can't afford to be provoked.

"Brother Zhuo... Save... Save..."

Ziyou struggled hard and reached out to Zhuo Wen to ask for help, but she was soon twisted back by a group of women.

Zhuo Wen showed an expression of helplessness. He had to say that he had no idea about these women.

"That's enough! What's wrong with you when there are outsiders!"

Suddenly, an old and dignified voice came from outside the hall.

Originally, a group of women around Ziyou immediately became silent, stood in awe, and became dignified in their behavior.

Zhuo Wen is speechless. Are the women of the purple royal family so fickle? It's becoming too fast. It's like switching between shrew and lady.

His eyes fell outside the hall, where a burly old man came in slowly.

The old man has white hair and young face. He is very handsome.

"Master!"

As soon as the old man came in, all women were YingYing and polite, dignified and virtuous.

Zhuo Wen glanced at the dying purple you on the chair, shaking his head in his heart.

The old man nodded and said, "leave first! If you want to catch up, there will be time later!"

"Yes!"

A group of women saluted again and immediately walked out of the reception hall dignified.

After all the women left, the old man came to Ziyou with a kind smile and said, "Ziyou, it's really good for you to come back. Do you know how worried grandpa is about you?"

Ziyou's consciousness is obviously vague and her words are vague.

Zhuo Wen nodded in his heart. The purple royal family finally has normal people. The old man obviously knows more than those women.

But soon, the old man's beautiful image in Zhuo Wen collapsed.

The old man picked up Ziyou's collar and said loudly, "Ziyou, I woke you up. Didn't you hear me?"

Boom, boom!

With that, the old man swung his right hand and began to throw Ziyou on the ground crazily, and shook left and right crazily.

"Wake up! Wake up!"

The old man yelled at Ziyou, hating that iron is not steel.

“……”

Zhuo Wen looked at the scene silently. His heart was very complex and he didn't know what to say.

"Ah! Grandpa, I'm awake, I'm awake!"

Ziyou was smartly stimulated by the sharp pain. She woke up immediately and shouted in horror.

The old man stopped, and the whole man resumed his serious expression. He put Ziyou on his seat, and then showed a kind smile on his face again.

Looking at the kind smile on the old man's face, Zhuo Wen couldn't help pumping out the corners of his mouth.

"Old ziwuji, the current master of Ziyu aristocratic family! Who is this little brother? The old man smiled at Zhuo Wen and asked.

Zhuo Wen hugged his fist and said, "I'm Zhuo nianxue. I'm a good friend of brother Ziyou on the road. I've seen the purple master!"

"Please sit down!"

Ziwuji sat on the throne and was quite kind to Zhuo Wendao.

After Zhuo Wen sat down, ziwuji looked at Ziyou and said, "Ziyou, you are really unruly. When your friends come, introduce them to me? And where have you been? Jihou said you were caught, but it's true?"

Ziyou came back and hurriedly said, "Grandpa Yingming, I was really caught. By the way, what did Jihou say?"