"Mine." Xuanyuan Yu raised his eyebrows, looking at Ling Zichang's eyes full of provocation, and even his voice was a little solemn, "She gave it to me, it's mine." ”

Ling Zichang originally just planned to come up and show his grandfather a perfunctory appearance, but now seeing that this family member is so ignorant, he can't help but want to teach a lesson.

Ling Zichang is an eighth-order martial artist, who has been in the military camp all the year round, and has made countless outstanding combat exploits in the battlefield of the frontier, and has a lot of combat experience.

His shot was like lightning, his fists were vigorous, with a strong wood vitality, and in a moment, there were no less than a hundred punches.

The crazy green fist shadow struck Xuanyuan Yu's body like a raging storm.

However, to Ling Zichang's surprise, no matter how he hit or accelerated, he couldn't touch half of that family's clothes.

What's going on?

He clearly didn't feel the slightest hint of a cultivator's aura from that family member?

Ling Zichang frowned, stopped the attack in his hand, stared at the smiling beautiful man in front of him with extremely serious eyes, and said coldly, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" Xuanyuan Yu's eyes crossed with slyness, and the corners of his lips hooked a dazzling smile, "My name is Yu, and I am Luo'er's most faithful servant. Of course, admirers. ”

The green tendons on Ling Zichang's forehead were faintly raised, his fists were clenched, his knuckles were white, and he said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, answer my question, who are you, why are you lurking in my Ling family?" ”

A person who can perfectly conceal his cultivation must be extremely capable.

Isn't it suspicious that such a guy with amazing cultivation is hiding in the Ling Mansion and is willing to be a funny familyman?

"I'm not talking nonsense." A lazy smile tugged at the corner of Xuanyuan Yu's lips, and a big hand stroked the elegant sky-blue brocade ribbon on his hand, "Yu's sentence is true, and he is only good for Luo'er alone." ”

Ling Luo scolded angrily: "Scum." ”

I really don't forget to take advantage of her anytime and anywhere, in front of so many people, the words are so ambiguous.

If it weren't for the fact that he was holding her brocade ribbon in his hand, Ling Luo slapped him on the flat face.

Ling Zichang was very depressed. He was a very honest man, and looking at this man, it didn't look like he was lying.

Just as the three of them were at a stalemate, an even more discordant cold voice interjected.

"The two of you are not qualified, Sister Luo's brocade ribbon can only be taken by this palace!"

This creepy voice-

Ling Luohu's body was shocked, and a layer of white sweat directly appeared on his back, soaking his underwear.

She looked at the tall man, with a heroic demeanor and a lofty appearance, dressed in a gorgeous deep garment of arrowroot, embroidered with golden claws and dragons, and stepping on golden boots.

Every time Chen Moxu took a step towards her, Ling Luo would feel a great sense of oppression.

This man, very strong.

Moreover, he did not restrain his breath in the slightest.

A layer of fine beads of sweat also appeared on Ling Luo's forehead, and the breeze blew, bringing a little coolness, but it couldn't relieve the anxiety in her heart at the moment.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, don't be joking."

Her voice was dry and astringent, and she couldn't help but be hoarse.

Chen Mo's eyes were slightly dark, and this voice coincided with the mysterious woman who sent medicine to auction in the Supreme Pavilion.

The corners of His Royal Highness the Prince's lips hooked a slightly invisible arc: "Luo'er, or, I should call you Miss Luo, you know the truth, this palace never jokes." ”