With her beautiful eyebrows knitted together, Kylena looked at her body shape where she couldn't see her feet when she lowered her head, and suddenly felt relieved, and laughed: "I remember that supermodel, was she called Lan Shan, who came out of Fuyao?
"
"My memory is really good." Wu Yahuan gave a thumbs up.
"That girl has been trained well. But there is a flaw in her ointment. She is a little older and will have to leave this stage in a few years." Kylena pretended to be regretful and sighed.
"Shanshan is different from other girls. She has a strong background. Being a model is purely a personal hobby." Wu Yahuan said proudly.
"I wonder who mentioned that she was born as an orphan?" Kylena raised her eyebrows. True to her career experience as a former supermodel, she is very sensitive to the personal circumstances of rookies.
"So what? Her third uncle is one of the most powerful men in Jingyang, and his net worth is definitely over 100 million."
Kylena disagreed, it was trivial and not worth mentioning.
"It's no coincidence that Shanshan's third uncle is Master Xiaofan's second brother! The miracle doctor couple who protected your pregnancy are Shanshan's adoptive parents, and at the same time, they are also powerful disciples of Huanyue Sect..."
Kylena's face became more and more ugly. Her worth and other things were secondary. Kylena had experienced the skills of a miracle doctor, and she could cure diseases and rejuvenate her.
With such ability, how much wealth can you want?
And those immortal aunties from Huanyue Sect...
It can be deduced from this that Lan Shan must have a unique knack for beautifying her face. Not many men can resist such beauty.
Taking a breath of cold air, Kylena was shaken. White was not romantic, but he lacked resistance to models. Otherwise, how could he get the upper hand?
"When my daughter got married, she helped Shanshan look for a rich husband, but she was so ambitious that no one liked her, and she didn't know if she could meet a suitable husband abroad."
Wu Yahuan continued to hit the target.
Her belly felt tight, and Kylena started to get nervous as she held her belly, then changed her mind.
"Fan, I remembered, this week White's... aunt, yes, aunt's birthday, I have to go back quickly." Kylena looked panicked.
"Aren't you not allowed to fly this month?" Ding Fan asked uncertainly.
"It doesn't matter, I can be born on a plane!"
Kylena was determined to go back and arranged for her assistant to pack her things immediately.
White was very excited when he learned about it. In view of his wife's special condition, he arranged a special plane with complete medical facilities to pick her up.
Demon General Xuan Quan also led other demon envoys back, and the people on the list were still either rich or noble.
When he learned that Ding Fan was going to give these people the Heaven-Building Pill, Xuan Quan said truthfully: "Let me report to the alliance leader, in fact, these life-lenders, unlike others, are controlled by the demon envoy using his own demonic energy."
"You mean that after some demons die in battle, they are automatically relieved to some extent?" Ding Fan asked.
"Exactly. I can also ask the demon envoys to remove the remaining ones." Xuan Quan quickly claimed the credit.
Having said that, people who have been invaded by demonic energy will have extremely poor physical health. The three people who have just returned home are living examples.
"I will find a way to get these people to come to Jingyang, and we will talk about it then."
"Yes Yes!"
How dare Xuanquan disobey.
The specific work was handed over to Wu Yahuan. When he learned that Sikong Ye, a silly elder sister, also had thousands of troops, he felt bad.
The rain is coming and the wind is blowing!
That night, Ding Fan, who was resting in Fuyun Residence, suddenly opened his eyes.
At the same time, Wei Teng and Leng Linger also appeared.
"Xiaofan, a ghost fairy is here!" Leng Ling'er reported.
"He came alone, the worst he can do is destroy him!" Witten disagreed.
not that simple!
Ding Fan stood up and sat upright, raised his hand slightly, opened the window, and let the cool night breeze flow in.
In the blink of an eye, a ghost fairy appeared outside the window. Seeing Ding Fan waiting for him leisurely, he hesitated and flew in.
"Leader Ding!" Guixian handed over his hand and spoke very politely, but he acknowledged Ding Fan's identity as the leader of the Tianshu Sect.
It is the image of a middle-aged man, wearing ancient clothes, with a slender figure and handsome appearance.
"I wonder who you are sending a letter to when you visit late at night?" Ding Fan asked.
"My lord, Nvba, has specially sent you a letter."
Guixian took out an envelope from his pocket, bowed and raised it.
Silently shocked, Ding Fan and Leng Ling'er looked at each other. She immediately rushed over and took out the letter. After carefully examining it, she confirmed that it was not poisonous and then handed it over to Ding Fan.
The envelope is made of ordinary kraft paper, and the letterhead is also very common. The handwriting on it still exudes a faint fragrance of ink, as if it has just been written not long ago.
The font is very graceful, and it fills a whole page. The general idea is as follows.
Ding Fan, he has broken my game one after another, which makes me admire him with admiration. Within a hundred days, he will go to Yuetang Village to plead guilty and surrender, but let bygones be bygones. People in the world have full bellies and warm clothes, but they think that they don’t have a big house, a beautiful wife, and no land and home foundation. Such greedy and insufficient people are just
I am afraid that if I use my ladder to climb to the sky, I will despise the sky for being too low.
If there is no greed, how can we borrow lives? Since you destroyed the life-lending organization that I cultivated with so much heart, you will be responsible for the future work.
At the end, Ding Fan laughed and raised the letter: "It's really funny. You asked me to surrender when you came up. Why do you think I will agree?"
The ghost fairy lowered his eyes and said politely but not cowardly: "My Lord has a message for me to tell you. If you don't agree, all the millions of people who have lent their lives will be killed without leaving a single one behind."
Ding Fan was secretly shocked again, pretending to be calm and asked: "The contract has been terminated, how can I still control them?"
"The passing geese leave traces, the passing winds leave traces, and injuries will leave scars of various sizes. How can we not find them?" Guixian still had a low-brow attitude, but his tone became tougher, "It's just a matter of time."
Mortals, whether they have signed a life-loan contract or not, are as weak as ants and vulnerable to a blow."
Ding Fan's eyes narrowed slightly, and two rays of cold light shot out: "God has the virtue of good life, how dare the female tyrant dare to go on a killing spree?"
"There are no relatives in heaven, and those who can be respected are all chess masters." Guixian gave a profound suggestion, as if he was impatient to wait: "My lord appreciates that Leader Ding is a talent, and hopes to reply as soon as possible."
"Then just wait." Ding Fan's face darkened and he ordered: "Ling'er, see the guest off!"
yes!
Leng Ling'er's whole body was full of murderous aura. Guixian took two steps back, bowed to say goodbye, then jumped out of the window and disappeared soon.
And a strange scene also happened.
It is obviously an extremely ordinary material, but it ignites spontaneously without fire, and the blue flame is particularly dazzling.
Witten hurriedly pushed out a palm, and with a pop, the letter burned away, leaving no trace of ashes.
"Brother Fan, we can't surrender!" Witeng was filled with indignation, and his next sentence fell into disgrace, "It really doesn't work. If we lose the battle, it would be a good idea to use a delaying strategy."
Leng Ling'er rolled her eyes speechlessly, but she was also worried about it: "This letter is equivalent to a declaration of war. She gave a deadline of one hundred days!"