As if describing endless glory, every step of this middle-aged man seemed to be stepping on the peak of the era. He walked out of the night. Every step was full of charm and power. He was the third emperor of the empire.
The most famous Marquis of Zhenguo among the Dawu Marquises - Leng Haotian!
Although Leng Meiying was annoyed with him for ignoring her mother and son, she had to admit that he was very charming.
From a woman's point of view, such a man is almost perfect. Whether it is his appearance, identity, or his supreme achievements, he is a fatal temptation for women!
From the perspective of a daughter, such a father should give people an extremely sense of security. His majestic and majestic figure is enough to block any wind and rain!
However, Leng Meiying didn't understand why such a man would let his mother and daughter suffer so much in this house.
As he approached, the murderous aura in Leng Haotian's body that could not be concealed in any way frightened all the servants and maids into changing their expressions. It was as if they could hear silent screams and see endless blood, just like hell.
The eldest lady was weak and could barely stand upright in the face of this kind of aura. Leng Meiying's face turned cold, she supported her with one hand, then stood in front of her, and gave Leng Haotian a slap on the back of her head.
This move was quite bold, at least the second lady and her children did not even dare to move!
And Leng Haotian's eyes suddenly focused on Leng Meiying. When he noticed that the thin girl in front of him with no mysterious power in her body was his little daughter, the extremely powerful Leng Haotian was also stunned.
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With his eyesight, he could see through anyone below Emperor Wu at a glance. However, this daughter obviously had no cultivation, but why could she turn her back on him so easily despite the murderous intent honed in his thousands of troops?
Although Leng Meiying didn't say anything, Leng Ao's expression was clearly revealed.
"You want to suppress me with this murderous intention? Humph, you think too highly of yourself!"
Leng Meiying, who once crawled out of the sea of blood from the mountain of corpses, was so determined that she would not be affected by any thought at all!
Naturally, Leng Haotian had no intention of trusting his family. His murderous intent was condensed on the battlefield. If it was not suppressed, it would spread out automatically. Seeing that everyone felt a little uncomfortable, Leng Haotian laughed loudly, and his voice was heard in the street, as if
The waves hit the shore.
As soon as their breaths subsided, everyone finally returned to normal.
"Welcome your lord to return home!" The second lady took the opportunity to step forward and made a long promise with a respectful expression.
All the servants and maids responded in unison, with a majestic momentum.
The eldest lady also wanted to speak, but was blocked by Leng Meiying.
Leng Haotian laughed and waved his hand, and everyone felt the spring breeze blowing on their faces, bringing with it a hint of sweetness.
"No need to be polite, everyone, go back home!"
A group of mermaids entered the house, and the palace suddenly became lively. Only Leng Meiying, mother and son, stayed behind the crowd. Looking at the glorious middle-aged man, Leng Meiying secretly hummed in her heart.
Aren't you just a Martial Emperor? Huh, if my strength is exhausted, I won't beat you to make my mother angry!
Seeing her mother's admiring look on his back, Leng Meiying didn't want to disturb her mother's reminiscing with him, so she went back to the south courtyard by herself.
Leng Meiying had a cold face along the way, with a hint of murderous intent, and the red light between her brows was slightly restrained.
