Sitting up straight, Di Sha looked at the tea cup in his hand, with a slight smile on his lips: "Xiao Twelve, your temper has not been tempered yet."
His tone was light and gentle, but he couldn't hide the fun he revealed.
But if the wind that was clearly weak just now got stronger, he was so weak that he was about to faint. Now he didn't see any movement from Emperor Sha, but he disappeared suddenly and became as stable as a mountain.
If anyone in Beimang God Palace saw this, their eyes would probably pop out. Is this medicine jar going to be better?
It's a pity that the sparrows who followed Leng Fengyun didn't see it, otherwise...[
"Master." The shadow man who was called Xiao Twelve frowned and said, "Master, she insulted you."
Playing with the tea cup in his hand, Di Sha took a sip slowly and smiled without saying a word.
"No one in Beimang has dared to confront the young master so blatantly. It seems that the young master has become interested." A voice came from the pear forest next to him, but he could only hear his voice but no one could see him.
After hearing this, Di Sha flicked the tea cup in his hand with his fingertips: "Xiao Twelve, you should learn more from Xiao Eleven."
He fell in love with this Fengyun as soon as he saw it, as if he had met him in a previous life.
The white head is as new as new, the cover is as old as before, this familiar feeling that is no longer familiar, it is really...
"Then young master, you still wrote a letter of divorce?" Xiao Twelve.
"Play hard to get, stupid." 11.
"There is plenty of time to catch up." Di Sha reached out to catch a piece of falling pear blossom, a searching look flashed across his face.
The letter of divorce is just to prevent her from leaving. They are going to get married next, and he has plenty of time to let this stormy heart return to him.
After stretching, Disha stood up and said, "Go back."
Xiao Twelve, who was standing next to Di Sha, heard what he said and knew that his young master was going back to prepare for the wedding. The young master who obviously didn't take the wedding seriously was actually going home to prepare. It can be seen that...
"Yes." Not daring to speculate, Xiao Twelve immediately stepped forward and supported Di Sha.
And Di Sha stepped out of the pavilion, and the aura that was as steady as Mount Tai suddenly disappeared. He returned to his sickly look, leaned on Xiao Twelve, and left weakly.
The spring breeze blows, and the spirit of spring is bold.
Back and forth, time flies by, and the night becomes intoxicating in a blink of an eye.
After searching the entire city and the mansion, there was no trace of the little dragon. Feng Yun turned directly back to the mansion from the backyard, and walked directly towards the place where the head of the Hou Mansion, the Marquis, lived with a cold expression.
"Marry." Kicking open the door of the Marquis' residence, Leng Fengyun looked at the person inside who was looking at her coldly, not wanting to say a single extra word to him.
"When I return home in three days, my mother had better wait for me at the same place, otherwise..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning behind it was already quite clear.[
She married into the God King's Mansion, and as long as she did anything bad, the Lenghou Mansion behind her would have nothing to do with it. If she poisoned so many important people, the Lenghou Mansion would directly destroy the nine tribes.
Leng Fengyun glanced coldly at Mr. Hou, who suddenly looked extremely ugly. Leng Fengyun's eyes flashed with deep disgust and disdain. Not wanting to look at the old man one more time, Leng Fengyun turned around and left.
Don't blame her for using her power to bully others. There is no good person in this house except her mother.
As long as she gets her mother out of the Hou Mansion, then, huh.
The night wind was blowing, and Mr. Leng looked at Leng Fengyun who turned around and left without giving him any room. His face was darker than the sky for an instant.
At night, there was a moment of unspeakable silence.