Ximen Longting turned back angrily like a domineering lion, his displeased brows wide open.
Funny! Will he cry at the wedding?
"Jing Jiaren, I will let you see the consequences of underestimating me!"
"Hmph~" Jing Jiaren stared back at him, "If you dare, when you marry me, your eyes won't even turn red!"
"..."
Outside the window, heavy snow was flying, and feathers of snow were fluttering.
Hundreds of fighter jets appeared in the sky...
That’s right, hundreds of them!
Rare in history.
These fighter jets sometimes formed a dense heart shape, and sometimes formed a strange "2b" shape.
It's like a confession, but also like a curse.
The town is not that big to begin with, but so many fighter jets appeared, forming a cloud of aircraft, and it was like an air crash scene.
Most people in the town panicked. Is there going to be a war?!
Here, Wilson received the news and immediately knocked on the door to report...
Jing Jiaren stood in front of the window and saw the appearance of those planes, her expression changed drastically.
Leng Lintian's people? No, that's not the case. He wants to arrest people, so there is no need to send boxes and engage in these useless tricks.
"Master, we have looked through the binoculars. Those fighter jets are all engraved with the rose symbol."
"Rose?" Jing Jiaren said in surprise, "Isn't this the symbol of the Ximen family?"
"Yes." Wilson bowed respectfully.
It seems that Mr. Ximen sent someone to... silence him?
Jing Jiaren held Ximen Longting's hand, with a wry smile on her lips. Every time happiness came, disaster would follow.
A whole swarm of fighter jets were flying in the sky, but they did not drop bullets or exchange fire below.
I saw a fighter jet swooping down like an eagle, trying to land on the snow.
"Master, do you want to shoot it down?" Wilson asked.
"Farewell, Mr. Ximen may just be here to arrest someone," Jing Jiaren said, "If we open fire first, we will be clearly against him."
With Ximen Longting's current power, there is no way he can defeat Master Ximen.
Ximen Longting probably had the same idea, his eyes narrowed, and there was an icy coldness in his eyes.
The fighter jet landed arrogantly, causing snowflakes to fly.
The door of the Butterfly Wing opened upward, and four fully armed bodyguards got out of the car, wearing armor and hats and holding sniper rifles in their hands.
Then a pair of calves emerged from the car door and he kicked, but he couldn't press the pedal.
“Hey (#`o′), why don’t you help me!”
A bodyguard immediately squatted down with his back facing upwards.
Sun was seen stepping down the stairs on the back of the bodyguard and jumped onto the snow, landing in a handsome posture.
Jing Jiaren couldn’t believe it——
Sun was wearing a handsome dark green military coat, an armor cap, and a pair of brown boots.
He clasped his hands behind his back and walked forward gracefully.
The four bodyguards were following closely behind him.
Sun's face was turned upward, imitating the way Ximen Longting usually walked, that kingly demeanor, that posable posture.
I have to admit, his pos is very handsome.
Suddenly he stepped on a hole in the snow, fell down gracefully, and buried his face in the hole.
The two bodyguards were so frightened that they fainted. They quickly pulled the little ancestor out of the snow and patted the snowflakes on his body: "Young Master, are you okay?"
"Tell me - is there anything wrong when I fall on the ground - you can also throw one for me to see -" Sun stamped his feet angrily.