Yun Luoxue smiled like a flower for a moment, and her eyes were as cold as the ice and snow on the thousand-year-old snow mountain.
She was clearly sitting there, but it always made people feel that she was so noble and so unapproachable.
"You are not qualified."
With these five words falling to the ground, Yun Luoxue no longer glanced at Yun Yuhuan in the distance, but looked down at the book in her hand.
When Yun Yuhuan heard these words, he seemed to have been greatly stimulated.
That way, the iron anger is clanging.
The way she looked at Yun Luoxue was like looking at the enemy who killed her father.
"Yun Luoxue, you bastard..."
Yun Luoxue's eyebrows suddenly turned cold, and a leaf she was playing with between the fingers of her left hand swung towards Yun Yuhuan opposite.
The speed is like an arrow leaving the string.
Before Yun Yuhuan could react, he only heard a stinging pain in the hand holding the sword.
Blood streaks flew out.
The sword fell to the ground with a sound.
Yun Yuhuan was indeed a man, and regardless of his bleeding wrist, he immediately struck Yun Luoxue with a palm strike.
Wherever the wind of the palm passes, it brings out bursts of murderous intent.
Yun Luoxue never raised her eyebrows to look at Yun Yuhuan.
Holding the book in his hand, he faced Yun Yuhuan who was murderous.
For a moment, Yun Yuhuan felt as if the strength in his hand was being sucked away by an unknown force.
Yun Luoxue raised her eyebrows slightly and glanced at Yun Yuhuan: "Just like your sister, you will have your brother. It's true that birds of a feather flock together and birds of a feather flock together."
With a 'pop' sound, Yun Luoxue's words fell, and Yun Yuhuan's whole body flew out.
It crashes straight into the east wall.
Yun Luoxue took back the book and continued reading: "I, Yun Luoxue, am not someone you can bully if you want to.
Please help this blind brother figure out his identity and strength before taking action next time.
Lest I accidentally cripple someone's hand, that would be a sin."
Yun Yuhuan stood up in embarrassment and glanced at Yun Luoxue, who was as steady as a mountain, "You're being cruel, let's wait and see."
Without saying anything, Yun Yuhuan limped out of the small courtyard where Yun Luoxue was.
It wasn't until Yun Yuhuan left that Yun Luoxue looked at the book in her hand and said quietly: "It seems that the people in the Yun family are really worse than the last."
The setting sun is like a ray of light, filling the sky with half color.
In the evening, Yun Luoxue's small body shuttled through the winding corridor of Yun's house.
A familiar person entered Yunzheng's room uninvited.
Yun Luoxue glanced at the figure standing by the window with her hands behind her hands, and just left a faint sentence: "I promise to marry Prince Qianmo.
But there is one thing you must agree to, take good care of my mother's health, otherwise..."
The unspoken words are full of dangerous ingredients.
Yun Zheng turned around and looked at Yun Luoxue through the dim light of the room with sharp eyes.
"I didn't expect that I, Yun Zheng, would have such an outstanding daughter."
Yun Luoxue curled her lips disdainfully, "Master Yun, do you want to put gold on your face so soon?"
When Yun Zheng heard Luo Xue's words, he was not angry but laughed. Finally, he said slowly: "Lan'er gave birth to a good daughter."
"When did you call me so kissable, Mr. Yun?"
Wen Ya calmly uttered a sentence, Luo Xue didn't regard Yun Zheng as her father at all.
Her only relative in this world is Li Qinglan.
Apart from her, no one else can touch her heart.
Yun Zheng's body suddenly shook: "You don't recognize me as your father?"
Yun Luoxue's little body was motionless, her face was indifferent and indifferent, not like the calmness that a thirteen-year-old child should have: "How have you ever recognized my daughter?"