Ling Zhan raised his eyebrows, his hawk-like eyes extremely unruly: "How can my best granddaughter be worthy of a beggar?"
A faint smile appeared on Ling Zichang's handsome and tough face, and he said: "Zichang thinks so too, but I have heard that this Yu is very loyal to protect his master, and has sacrificed his life more than once..."
"That's not possible!" Ling Zhan interrupted Ling Zichang without hesitation, "Isn't this nonsense!"
Ling Zichang remained silent.
Ling Zhan thought for a moment and said, "Zichang, go up and pick up Luo'er's ribbon."
"Ah?" Ling Zichang, who had always been extremely calm, lost his composure, "Grandpa, are you kidding me? Luo'er is my sister..."
"Sister, you are cousins who are far apart from each other. The blood relationship is already very thin. If I tell you to go, you can go!" Ling Zhan said in a very tough tone.
Ling Zichang had no choice but to go to bed.
At this moment, Ling Luo was standing on the stage, with a gentle smile on her face, looking at Xuanyuan Yu standing in front of her.
He smiled with a bit of sly evil and a bit of innocent innocence. These two contradictory temperaments blended softly together, which was very special.
"Luo'er, give it to me." Xuanyuan Yu stretched out his big hand and smiled like a spring breeze.
Xuanyuan Yu was shocked when he saw her humiliating Chen Moxuan in front of him and handing King Qi the shocking divorce letter.
He thought he was lucky to get her ribbon, but he didn't expect that she did it so neatly.
Ling Luo didn't show any pretense at all. Under everyone's extremely surprised gazes, he directly put the elegant sky blue brocade belt into Xuanyuan Yu's hands.
"Here you go." She is an honest and trustworthy person.
The love between the Red Sky Sword and the Red Sky Sword is beyond the sky. Besides, there seems to be nothing particularly annoying about the beautiful man from Fuxing Xuanyuan in front of him, except that he is a bit mean-tongued, a bit cunning, a bit smiley, and a bit hidden.
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Compared to a certain arrogant King Qi, I don’t know how many times stronger he is.
Her heart is dead, and the brocade belt and the like no longer matter.
As soon as Xuanyuan Yu's hand touched the brocade belt, he heard an extremely serious voice from behind him.
"Wait a minute! You are just a servant born as a beggar and have no qualifications. I will pick up Sister Luo's brocade belt."
The speaker was none other than Ling Zichang.
Ling Luo's brows suddenly turned into knots and he said, "Brother Zichang, why are you here to join in the fun?"
Ling Zichang looked a little unnatural, and there were cracks in his resolute face. He coughed lightly and said, "Can't I come and join in the fun?"
"Of course not." Ling Luo's eyes widened and she objected without hesitation, "You are my brother, and no one is more like my brother than you."
"Uh." Ling Zichang felt a little guilty, so naturally he didn't dare to say it. In fact, he felt the same way.
Feeling the aggressive gaze of Ancestor Ling, Ling Zichang felt like a thorn in his back, and said in a deep voice: "Luo'er, stop making trouble and bring Jin to me."
Ling Luo rolled his eyes and said feebly: "Brother Zichang, please stop making trouble, otherwise I will feel like you are committing incest."
Ling Zichang's eyes flashed slightly, and he felt increasingly weak. In fact, he also felt... like incest.
She is indeed his good sister, she has such common ideas.
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly and his pupils were extremely bright as he looked at the awkward brother and sister.
However, the movement of his hand did not stop. He directly grabbed the brocade belt from Ling Luo's hand and pulled it out.