With incomparable calm, Leng Meiying's eyes and Leng Haotian's eyes collided fiercely.
"Why?"
Ask calmly, without any emotion.
Leng Meiying has understood that it is impossible for her to cut off her strong feelings, but her feelings are not open to people like Leng Haotian.
He found a chair and sat down on his own. Leng Haotian's tiger eyes swept back and forth over Leng Meiying and Nuomi's bodies with supreme majesty.
"There is no reason. If you are still my daughter, then accept this arrangement!"
"Tsk..." Leng Meiying's expression did not change, but Nuomi snorted without any care, as if she had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Lord Zhenguo Hou, do you think being your daughter is such a rare thing? Have you ever done even one thing for them? You only know how to ask for things, and never do anything.
Why should she obey your arrangements if she doesn't give anything at all?"
Nuomi has been holding back for a long time. These days, she has learned about the history between Leng Meiying and the Marquis of Zhenguo from all aspects. The experiences of Leng Meiying's mother and daughter made her, an outsider, want to jump and scold her.
.
But Lord Zhenguo Hou didn't seem to think that he had done anything wrong at all. Being so shameless gave Nuomi a great insight.
Faced with Nuomi's merciless questioning, Leng Haotian's majestic face, even if it was as thick as the corner of a city wall, couldn't stand it anymore, and he felt embarrassed.
However, the Marquis of Zhenguo is the Marquis of Zhenguo after all. If he could do such a thing to Leng Meiying, how could he not be prepared to face such a problem?
"Little girl, no matter who you are, being presumptuous in front of me requires not only courage, but also strength!"
Nuomi is not even afraid of Feng Tianche, so how can she be afraid of Leng Haotian's slight threat?
"Hmph, the dignified prince of the country is only equipped with the ability to intimidate little girls. If you weren't a little girl like me, I even doubt whether you have the courage to raise your head in front of the enemy!"
This completely contemptuous language instantly aroused the anger of Zhen Guohou. The big hand that had killed countless enemies in the Warcraft Forest suddenly came down on Nuomi's head, and there was a dazzling thunderbolt in the palm of his hand.
"Little trick!" Nuomi did not retreat but moved forward. Her slender white hands gently touched the thunderous palm of Zhen Guohou. The overbearing thunder struck the corner of the house fiercely. The powerful power of thunder was like
It was a cannonball that blasted out a large row of holes there.
The attack failed, and Zhenguo Hou became furious. He had never been pointed at and scolded by a little girl like this before. He relied on his identity to attack, but could not defeat the opponent.
Leng Haotian felt that all his decades-old face had been lost today. He failed with one blow, but with one move of his hand, another even greater thunder force hit Nuomi.
Nuomi also simply used her unique gravity technique to forcefully sweep Leng Haotian's attack onto the surrounding buildings. In less than a few breaths, this exquisite boudoir had been destroyed, and the experts guarding it outside
They were extremely embarrassed by the sudden attack. More than ten masters of the Martial Emperor Realm were twitching all over under Leng Haotian's thunder, their hair stood on end, and they were foaming at the mouth...
