(Thank you Yan Wuqin for the pink~!) I wrote N kinds of scenarios over and over again, and in the end it was better to tear my face, but I feel tired? ）

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"On what basis do you decide my life?"

As soon as Xuan Jiu's words came out, everyone was stunned.

This Zhao Qiming Holy Venerable of Qu Jian Sect seems to be his maternal grandfather, although he is not his grandfather, he is that layer behind, but with his status as an old man, there is really nothing to question about helping his grandson decide a family matter.

The ink-dyed jade looked the black-faced old boy up and down, but it was a little impressive, this is calling the board?

Zhao Qiming was so angry that his whole body couldn't stop shaking, and his angry gaze could directly stare out a pair of blood holes.

The initiator still felt that it was not enough, "Private opinion, I am not a descendant of your Zhao family, public opinion, I am not a disciple of your Qu Sword Sect, I am public and private, and Zhao seniors have no position to make decisions for me!" "It's called a loud one.

Quiescence!

The crowd of onlookers didn't even dare to take a breath.

Blatantly disobedient, because he opposes this family business, he doesn't even recognize his grandfather?

Guys!

A group of men from the Hanyu Palace secretly gave a thumbs up in their hearts.

Seeing that, Qu Jianzong, Zhao Qiming's predecessor, was about to be angry.

"Even if Qu Jianzong is good friends with my Hanyu Palace, and the disciples of this sect have private affairs, they don't dare to bother Senior Zhao's heart, what they know is that Senior Zhao has a heart of progress, and if they don't know, they can't say that Senior Zhao is acting on behalf of him...... Where are the elders of this sect?! As soon as the sour words came out, the atmosphere on the scene became even more condensed.

"Xiaoyu, Hugh is talking nonsense!" The ink-dyed clothes reprimanded lightly and heavily, and reached out without a trace and hid her behind her.

Zhao Qiming, a sword cultivator in the Yuan Infant Period, was nothing in the cultivation of Yuanxing, but that day in the firmament, he was stomping his feet. The characters who have to tremble three times on both continents are first disobedient by their own families, and then ridiculed by outsiders, how can they swallow this breath.

"Senior Zhao. I'm still having to do business, and it's rude. "Mo Dye Yi doesn't want to stay any longer, I'm afraid that my sister won't cover her mouth anymore, what will she say, and she will also have the relationship with the surname Xuan.

The ink-dyed clothes made a gesture, and the people in the battle hall reacted the fastest, pulling the people in the inner hall to retreat.

"Stop!" Zhao Qiming to Xuan Jiu. That's guilt and love, beaten and scolded, but that's a heart of hope, the so-called depth of love, and the responsibility, but for the people next to him, he doesn't have that good temper. Especially the woman who hooked her grandson and his centrifugation, she was even more like an enemy.

"Good, good, good means. forced our ancestors and grandchildren to be separated, for you, even my grandfather didn't recognize me! Zhao Qiming's eyes were red, and his cold gaze fell on the ink-dyed clothes, and the flickering essence light was like a man's thorn, which was clearly a killing intent.

The ink dyed clothes pressed the depression in his chest, "Senior Zhao said this, and the dyed clothes didn't dare to agree!" ”

Raise your eyes and look straight at them. Don't avoid it, "The matter between the predecessors and grandchildren, please don't involve unrelated people!" ”

"Someone unrelated?" Zhao Qiming sneered, his eyes were like poisonous snakes, and he bit her fiercely, "You and I are old fools." Fooled by you like him? Do you want the old man to say the good deeds you did to your face? ”

Mo Dyed Yi's heart jumped, and he looked at Xuan Jiu suddenly.

Xuan Jiu's eyes widened, and he shouted urgently: "Grandpa, don't!" ”

"Of course that stupid boy won't say it, but if you don't say it, no one will know? Go back and ask those old guys, ask your master, do you know that your broken body is not a complete thing, Mo family girl, if you insist on going your own way and obsessing my grandson, the old man will make you ruined, and you will no longer have the face to walk and cultivate your fate! ”

This is the threat of the red fruit.

pointed out her identity as the daughter of the Mo family, and her meaning was even more obvious.

Ink dyed clothes were ashamed and angry, although she was using wine as a medium at the time, she absolutely believed that there was affection between the two, she was not a casual person, Xuan Jiu would not be fascinated by a moment of beauty, yes, she never regretted having that indulgent experience.

Now that she is being exposed in person, she is still her grandfather who is not looked down on by the other party, that kind of shame and shame is like being dragged off the fig leaf on her body, red fruit, and there is nothing to hide.

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As if a sword light passed through his mind, Mo Dye Jade instantly faced the culprit who killed his sister's body.

"Xuan-nine-" she viciously ravaged the name between her teeth, "sister, did he bully you?" ”

"Such a lewd (harmonious) and chaotic daughter, she took the initiative to seduce, don't defile my grandson!" Zhao Qiming spared no effort to splash dirty water.

To destroy a person, sometimes it is not necessary to take his life, people are terrible, foul language sharpens bones, some people, consciously arrogant, would rather bend than bend, but give in under the crowd, how long can the Mo family girl last?

"Please leave!" Xuan Jiu is going crazy, one is his beloved woman, and the other is his dearest elder, but the latter is cruelly hurting the former.

"I will never allow anyone to defile my clothes, even you...... And-no-yes! Xuan Jiu's eyebrows jumped and jumped, forcibly pressing the manic little sword in the purple mansion, the anger full of anger had nowhere to vent, and the whole person was on the verge of exploding.

"Boy, there's a limit to my tolerance!" Even if he likes the younger generation, he can't allow him to challenge his majesty again and again.

"I can't take it anymore!" Ink dyed jade flashed out from behind the ink dyed clothes, full of evil qi like stormy waves, surging wildly, the voice was as cold as ice, and the unconcealed fierce light in his eyes was scorching.

The huge wings of the "Hula" pull wind appeared out of thin air, white jade was as bright as jade, glowing with spiritual light, the wings were covered with fine interlaced silver filaments, which were so bright that it was difficult for people to look directly, and the sword butterfly holding the spirit sword hung lightly in the air, a pair of eyes without waves, dark and bright.

Remnant slash!

The huge wings flapped violently, bringing up a whirlwind, and the graceful posture wandered in the wind, and countless phantoms remained in the air, unable to distinguish the true from the false.

Zhao Qiming snorted coldly, and the flying sword went out to sea like a dragon, setting off a wave of qi and confronting it in one place.

"Jingle bell" non-stop.

The dark clouds gathered, and the thunder flashed and fell with a bang.

The flying sword went up, bathed in thunder, and the arrogance was even more victorious, and the "boom" slashed down.

The sword momentum refers to the place where the Shadow Dance Silver Jade Sword Butterfly has set foot, the two swords collide, the fire splashes everywhere, like a silk exploding, densely spreading from the center outward. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )