The eldest lady was still not angry, but said calmly: "Because I want you to die with more dignity, otherwise, when I take away everything from you, you will have nothing left. Now, you at least
If you have a face that's a little prettier than mine, maybe if you throw it into a brothel, there will be a few customers willing to feed you!"
The eldest lady's voice was calm, but her words were anything but calm. Every time she said a word, Liu Xianer's face became even more ugly. In the end, her face turned livid with anger.
She couldn't figure it out. She was obviously better-looking than the eldest lady, younger than her, and had so many things better than her. How could she dare to talk to herself like this?
"Presumptuous! Su Lan, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, your temper has definitely improved!" A strong old man with flowing white hair rushed out.
What makes him different from ordinary old people is that his body is extremely strong, and every part of his body is full of bulging muscles. This kind of muscle is rare even among particularly strong young people. In Hanshilin,
It is estimated that Jiu Qianding's muscles can barely compete with his.
In addition to the exaggerated muscles, the old man's body is also unusually tall, with a height of two meters, which looks very oppressive. His white hair and gray beard are not long, about three or four inches, but regardless of his hair or
The beard does not flow along the scalp and chin like ordinary people. His beard and hair are flying in a very flattering way, like barbs, adding a bit of majesty.
Facing this strong old man, the eldest lady did not panic or step back. She just smiled at her from a distance and bent down to salute, just like a junior respecting his senior.
The old man snorted coldly and said disdainfully: "What do you mean by coming here today? Su Lan, have you forgotten the rules of Piaomiao Mansion? Joining forces with foreign enemies is a matter of annihilating the nine tribes. Even if your father comes back, it will still be the same.
I can’t protect you! Why don’t you retreat quickly!”
The old man yelled the last sentence in a roaring voice. As soon as this voice came out, a terrifying spiritual power suddenly appeared, rushing towards everyone like a wild wave.
However, before the old man's mental power could affect everyone, Leng Meiying had already stepped forward. A larger mental power enveloped all the old man's mental power like a prison, no matter how they conflicted.
None of them have any effect.
The old man's expression changed slightly, and his eyes were fixed on Leng Meiying's pretty face, which was even more beautiful than his own daughter. This old man was naturally Liu Xianer's biggest supporter, Liu Meng, the elder of the Presbytery.
The eldest lady stepped forward and blocked Leng Meiying. Her expression did not change at all, and she calmly said to Liu Meng: "eldest elder, this is my daughter, Meiying, is this your first time seeing her?
Everyone is her subordinates and cannot be considered foreign enemies!"
Although Leng Meiying was very disdainful to explain, what about external enemies, what about internal enemies? Anyway, they are all enemies. They are competing with each other. Whoever wins is the king. It is as simple as that.
But the eldest lady's thoughts were different. She was from the Piaomiao Immortal Mansion, so she still maintained a trace of respect for the Elders' House, but this trace of respect was already very little.
Liu Meng took a step forward and looked at Leng Meiying coldly, his eyes full of contempt and disdain.
Sorry, there are always power outages these days...even later
