The little girl swore so much and coaxed him, what else could he say?

Murong Jiu gently pulled down Ye Qinghuan's white and tender little hand that raised his swear, put it on his lips and kissed him affectionately, and a beautiful smile escaped from the corner of his lips: "Okay, Huanhuan can say anything, as long as you don't forget to promise me." ”

"I won't forget it." Ye Qinghuan smiled like a flower in an instant, tilted his head, leaned on Murong Jiu's shoulder, and a happy and sweet smile rose at the corner of his lips.

Murong Jiu stroked Ye Qinghuan's silky black hair, his eyes were filled with pieces of tenderness, he thought of the Lanling Prince, and his tone was slightly low: "Huanhuan, if the Lanling Prince, is really the master of Yan Fu, promise me: don't act rashly, discuss everything with King Yun." You know? ”

Ye Qinghuan nodded: "Well, I know." ”

She wasn't so stupid, thinking that she could destroy the owner of the Yan Fu with her strength, which was called hitting the stone with an egg.

As long as the identity of the owner of the Yan Fu is determined, she will naturally discuss with her father a foolproof plan to deal with the owner of the Yan Fu.

Acting alone would never happen to her.

This is not a previous life, just dodge a few bullets, but martial arts masters are everywhere in the other world!

Subsequently, Murong Jiu said a few more words, and after Ye Qinghuan agreed one by one, he reluctantly let Ye Qinghuan leave the ancient mansion in the west of the city.

During this time, Murong Yafeng was taught and studied by Tang Xing, not only to read and practice calligraphy, but also to learn martial arts moves, and when Ye Qinghuan left, he saw that Murong Yafeng was still practicing swords in the garden.

After thinking about it, she walked over, and smiled faintly when Murong Yafeng put away her long sword and turned to face her: "Yafeng, don't be too tired, take your time." ”

When I entered the door, I chatted with Murong Yafeng for a few words, only then did I see Tang Xing, and asked some more about Murong Yafeng, only to know that Murong Yafeng was really working too hard, and he couldn't wait to complete the task of the year in one day.

This kind of anxious mentality is really not conducive to the future development of Murong Yafeng.

"I want to get strong quickly and protect my sister." Murong Yafeng held the long sword in his hand, and his beautiful face was faintly a little sassy and heroic.

The starry eyes shone brightly, which was the embodiment of determination.

Compared with the weak 'Sister Murong' before, the current Murong Yafeng is much stronger and more masculine.

It's no wonder that Murong Yafeng practiced so diligently, and used it as ten days a day, but since Murong Jiu left from Dongchu and arrived at Xiliang to meet Ye Qinghuan, Murong Yafeng was not allowed to stick to Ye Qinghuan anymore.

Murong Jiu asked Murong Yafeng to learn to be independent, strong, and not to be a drag on Ye Qinghuan, so Murong Yafeng gritted his teeth and ended his ninth uncle's experience with him as soon as possible, went to his sister's side as soon as possible, and protected his sister day and night.

Ye Qinghuan's heart warmed slightly, and after looking at Murong Yafeng for a moment, he chuckled: "Okay, sister is waiting for Yafeng." ”

After that, she reached out and touched Murong Yafeng's head, and then left the ancient mansion in the west of the city with a smile.

Murong Yafeng held the long sword in his hand and kept staring at Ye Qinghuan's back until he completely disappeared from his sight.

"Sister, you wait for me, it won't be too long!" Murong Yafeng pursed her beautiful thin lips, and her clear and pure eyes shone brightly.

He already has a Jiazi's internal strength, and now he only needs to learn martial arts moves, and he will ...... soon Soon.

Then, Murong Yafeng danced his sword in the long cold wind.