"Girl, are you really Yi'er?" Lou Wusheng sat opposite Yi'er, looking up and down at Yi'er, still not sure.
Yi'er ignored him at all and said that women have changed a lot. She has only been away for three years. Although there are some changes, they are not big. Anyone who is familiar with her and pays attention will definitely be able to recognize her at a glance.
Just like Lou Qingfeng, when he was in the restaurant, he could recognize her at a glance just by looking at her profile.
"I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it... Hahaha... Hahaha... Okay, okay..."
Yi'er looked at Lou Wusheng who was suspected of going crazy, and then looked at Lou Qingfeng who was lying in bed. Even though he had taken her medicine, he was afraid it would take some time to wake up.
"Who is that city lord?" He was so powerful that he actually suppressed a martial artist to the ground.
"The city lord is the city lord of Qingyun City"
Yi'er glared at him and stood up directly: "I'll ask myself."
"Hey, don't you stay with Qingfeng?"
Yi'er rolled her eyes at him: "He is your grandson, not mine. Why should I accompany him?"
Lou Wusheng was stunned: "You, you didn't treat him before..."
Yi'er ignored him and walked away. Lou Wusheng looked at Yi'er's back and felt depressed for a while. He immediately figured it out: "Hey, the little girl must be shy, hahaha... Okay, okay!
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Yi'er walked out of the room and rolled his eyes hard, then slowly walked away.
The City Lord's Mansion occupies a large area. Yi'er walked very slowly, slowly admiring the scenery. She actually didn't really want to ask the City Lord anything, because she could really guess the general result.
That city lord should be the so-called Martial Emperor... or the highest level of Martial Saint... Anyway, he is a similar existence, and only that kind of existence can shock the people of this city with one person's prestige!
She has not forgotten the fact that this world respects strength!
"Are you the one, the youngest Martial Saint?" A childish voice suddenly appeared
Yi'er raised his head and looked at the two people hugging him. On the thick tree, about ten meters above the ground, a little boy was sitting on the tree, tilting his head and looking at Yi'er curiously.
"You are so little. How old are you?" When the little guy saw Yi'er discovering him, he immediately gave Yi'er a perfect smile without any fear or shyness. "I remember that the youngest Martial Saint before was Wu Sheng.
Seventeen years old...but you look about the same age as me..."