The woman's face turned pale, her raised red phoenix eyes coldly swept across the crowd in the teahouse, and she shouted angrily: "Shut up, whatever you are laughing at!"
Ling Luo turned her head and suppressed the smile on her lips in a low-key manner.
Xuanyuan Yu listened and whispered: "This girl is really vicious. She will never get married in the future."
"Why, are you worried?" Ling Luo's eyes flashed with a hint of joking, "If you care, just go and marry her."
"How could that be possible!" Xuanyuan Yu looked like he was trying to avoid him, "Luo'er, what are you talking about? I already have you."
Ling Luo sneered.
And at this moment, she felt an extremely sharp gaze from behind, like a knife, swiping at her wrist.
She turned her head and faced the tigress.
Ling Luo curled her lips and was caught.
Facing such an arrogant woman will only cause trouble.
After the woman glared at Ling Luo, she cast her eyes upstairs again. This time, she didn't say any more nonsense, but jumped directly up and into the bead curtain on the second floor.
I just heard a "bang bang bang" sound and the sound of something breaking.
Everyone in the teahouse stared nervously at the beaded curtain on the second floor, waiting to see the beauty's mysterious true face.
But at this moment, an almost tragic scream was heard coming from inside the bead curtain.
"Why are you a man?!"
Ling Luo's heart skipped a beat.
I saw a sudden movement in the bead curtain, and then the woman dragged a young man in green out with a look of disgust on her face.
Ling Luo stood up and saw clearly that the young man in green was only about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was frail and ugly, let alone a peerless beauty.
His fair face was covered with mottled light red burn scars, which looked very scary.
"Brother, you see, what you think about day and night is not a stunning beauty, but an ugly man!"
The woman grabbed the extremely ugly boy by his collar and threw him directly from the second floor.
The ugly slave playing the piano looked frightened and fell to the ground.
There was a crisp "click" sound, and the ugly slave playing the piano broke his leg bone, and his face was twisted in pain.
The woman jumped down from the second floor, stretched out her foot, and stepped directly on the ugly slave's slim body. She raised her proud chin and said coldly: "How dare such an ugly thing come out to pretend to be a beauty?
To bewitch my brother is to seek death!"
"Hey, sister, don't!" The man hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, with a bitter look on his face, "If someone is killed, dad will blame me."
The woman hesitated for a moment, and finally withdrew her foot, but did not forget to kick the ugly slave's injured leg hard.
"Walk."
She waved her hand and left the small teahouse with her little brother.
The guests were disillusioned with the beauty and dispersed one after another.
Suddenly, the only people left in the small teahouse were the shop owner who was not seeing off guests, and Xuanyuan Yu and Ling Luo.
Xuanyuan Yu has an excellent appetite. The scene just now did not affect his appetite at all, and he continued to fight hard for his pastries and beef.
As for the ugly slave, he was out of luck.
The shopkeeper sent away the customer, walked up to the ugly slave, kicked him again, and cursed angrily: "It's all your fault, I told you to be careful and careful, but someone still exposed your identity after taking it, damn ugly
thing!"
One of the ugly slave's legs was covered in blood, and his whole body curled up in pain.
But he kept clenching his teeth and remained silent from beginning to end.