"Mine." Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, looking at Ling Zichang with provocative eyes, and even his voice had a chilling tone, "She gave it to me, it's mine."
Ling Zichang originally planned to come up and show off to his grandfather, but now that he saw this servant being so disrespectful, he couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson.
Ling Zichang is an eighth-level warrior who has been in the military camp all year round. He has made numerous outstanding military exploits in frontier battlefields and has rich combat experience.
His strikes were like lightning, his fists were fierce and powerful, and they were filled with powerful wood energy. In a moment, he had already thrown no less than a hundred punches.
Crazy green fist shadows attacked Xuanyuan Yu's body like a violent storm.
However, what surprised Ling Zichang was that no matter how hard he fought or accelerated, he could not touch even half of the servant's shirt.
What's going on?
He clearly didn't feel the slightest breath of a cultivator from that servant?
Ling Zichang frowned, stopped the attack on his hand, stared at the smiling and beautiful man in front of him with a very serious look, and said coldly: "Who are you?"
"Me?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes flashed with cunning, and his lips curved into a dazzling smile, "My name is Yu, and I am Luo'er's most loyal servant. Of course, my admirer."
The veins on Ling Zichang's forehead bulged faintly. He clenched his fists and his knuckles turned white. He said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense and answer my question. Who are you and why are you lurking in my Ling family?"
A person who can perfectly hide his cultivation must have extremely high abilities.
Isn't it suspicious that such a guy with amazing cultivation is hiding in Ling Mansion and willing to be a funny servant?
"I'm not talking nonsense." There was a lazy smile on Xuanyuan Yu's lips, and he stroked the elegant sky blue ribbon on his hand with a big hand, "Yu's words are true, and he is only good to Luo'er."
Ling Luo cursed angrily: "Scum."
I really don't forget to take advantage of her anytime and anywhere. In front of so many people, my words are so ambiguous.
If it weren't for the fact that he was holding her ribbon in his hand, Ling Luo would have slapped his flat face.
Ling Zichang was very depressed. He was a very honest person. From the look of this man, it didn't look like he was lying at all.
Just when the three people were in a stalemate, an even more discordant and cold voice intervened.
"You two are not qualified at all. Only I can get Sister Luo's ribbon!"
This creepy voice——
Ling Luo's tiger body trembled, and a layer of white sweat appeared on his back, soaking his inner clothes.
She looked at the tall man, with majestic appearance and majestic appearance. He was wearing a gorgeous deep coat of Gebu with embroidered gold claws and a coiled dragon, and golden boots.
Every time Chen Moxu took a step toward her, Ling Luo would feel a great sense of oppression.
This man is very strong.
Moreover, he did not restrain his aura at all.
A layer of fine beads of sweat formed on Ling Luo's forehead, and the breeze blew by, bringing a slight amount of comfort, but it could not alleviate the anxiety in her heart at the moment.
"Your Highness, please stop joking."
Her voice was very dry and astringent, and she couldn't help but become hoarse.
Chen Moxu's eyes darkened slightly. This voice coincided with that of the mysterious woman who delivered medicine for auction in Zhiren Pavilion.
The corners of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's lips curled up in an invisible arc: "Luo'er, or I should call you Miss Luo. You know, I never joke."