Everyone seemed to have noticed Duanmu's sudden attack, or as they expected

Leng Zitian hugged Ye Yimu and flew to the side in an instant, then looked at Ye Yimu in love, and confirmed that she was not hurt, then held her hand and sat leisurely on the chair beside her.

Lin Wanru also escaped from the accident scene safely under Ye Feng's protection, without any damage on her body, but she felt a little uneasy.

"Madam, aren't you injured?" Ye Feng asked Lin Wanru next to him with deep concern and caring concern.

Lin Wanru's gaze fell on Ye Yimu opposite. When she saw Ye Yimu protected by Leng Zitian was intact, she felt a little relieved...org then relieved her uneasy mind and said to Ye Feng with a faint smile.

"I'm fine, don't worry, sir."

The little white face flashed to the side alone, muttering and looking at the two pairs of guys with disgust, no one heard what he was muttering. Of course, he couldn't really say it with Leng Zitian present.

Just kidding, is it okay to say it? That's not asking for trouble, isn't you looking for trouble while you're idle?

The dining table and the food on the table were shattered under the attack of Duanmu, and the tables and plates in the center of the hall were scattered all over the floor...

"Don't do it if you don't win. Didn't you see others eating? - I really don't learn well."

The little white faces who had no choice but to put their target on Duanmu again, but the last few words increased their tone.

"Stop talking nonsense, die, this time I'm not as good as last time."

Duanmu said hatefully, and at the same time he used his strength to attack Situ Mingri again

"It just so happens that I want to find you to calculate the last account. Although I didn't face you head-on last time." But Situ Mingyue's account was collected by his younger brother

The young man's voice was still cool, but he felt that his words were not leisurely

After saying that, Situ Mingri disappeared from the spot at an extremely fast rate, and then flashed past Ye Feng and the others at an extremely fast rate, and finally appeared in front of Duanmu, gathering energy in his palm, gathering his strength in his palm, and slashing towards Duanmu with one palm...

Duanmu is worthy of being the killer picked by Baili Wushuang. At the moment when Situ Mingri slashed his palm, he quickly reacted and fought back.

The palms touched each other, and the power of repulsion was terrifying and powerful. All sentient beings surrounding the two were bounced out.

Situ Mingri and Duanmu have been in the battle between us. Both sides are strong, and they do not give in to each other and never dodge. They are for grudges and for men's dignity.

Soon, both of them released powerful power, and the powerful force forced them to bounce in the opposite direction.

"Yes, a little handsome guy. Very handsome."

Ye Yimu sincerely praised, in Ye Yimu's memory, the only time he saw Situ Mingri take action was when he was in Baita Temple.

How could the shrimp soldiers and crab generals at that time allow Ye Yimu to truly see the ability of a young man?

Therefore, Ye Yimu is about to forget that Situ Mingri is Leng Zitian's right hand, and she is also an awesome person. After all, Ye Yimu and the young man are very special, right?

The little white face, whose power was bounced away by the two forces and was rejected, heard Ye Yimu's praise, felt relieved in his heart instantly, as if there was a little more power.

"That's what..." The little white face with a smug look was about to show off to Ye Yimu, but he didn't continue until he said that.

"Too slow. Too much talk." At this time, Leng Zitian put down the teacup that he picked up without taste.

There is still a little childish willfulness in his tone, but there is a little extra emotion

There is sourness, some unhappiness, and some depression

[At this point, the editor must interrupt: Do you talk too much? When the young man just ran Duanmu, his words were coherent and smooth, and his sentences could be revised into a document. I didn’t see you, the prince, you think he talked too much.]

"Zi Tian, ​​you are the most handsome."

Ye Yimu seemed to be in a good mood. Looking at Leng Zitian's childlike willfulness, she said with a smile, and then squirted on Leng Zitian's face. Finally, she continued to cheer for the little white face as if nothing had happened.

Well, at this time Ye Yimu did not notice Leng Zitian's helplessness, nor did he notice the confusion of the little white face.

She just did this naturally and subconsciously. Maybe she was in a comfortable and happy state from beginning to end, so she didn't notice the difference between the two at this time.

"Oh..." The little white-faced whispered to add what he hadn't finished just now.

How could this feel a pain?
Chapter completed!