Chapter 212: It's you who hit, you don't need a reason

Leng Mingyue turned her right wrist, looked at Lan Jiaren, who had been beaten with a crooked head and had not yet come back to her senses, and her voice was indifferent and sneered:

"Who's pretending to be, little girl."

Ninety thousand years of immortality, she has seen countless conspiracies, large and small.

Like Lan Jiaren's means, it is really low-level and unsightly.

"Cousin ......" Leng Huaijin didn't expect Leng Mingyue to suddenly attack, but he didn't feel disgusted at all.

His instinct told him that his cousin would definitely not be unreasonable, and Lan Weicheng would not treat Lan Jia like this.

Lan Jiaren, who came back to her senses, covered her beaten cheeks, raised her head to look at Leng Mingyue, and her tears were like pearls with broken threads, dripping down one by one.

She longed to use the staff to pierce Leng Mingyue's face, but she said aggrievedly:

"Miss Leng, why are you fighting-"

"Hitting you is hitting you, no need for a reason."

Leng Mingyue smiled slightly, without much explanation, her eyes were cold, and her tone was gentle and terrifying:

"There's another time, and it's not just your face that's going to be punched."

Dropping this sentence, Leng Mingyue turned around and left, leaving everyone with a beautiful back.

"Wow, do you want to be so domineering?"

"When I don't hit people, I think she is delicate and lovely, and I want to give her any good things to make her laugh."

"After hitting someone, I don't need us to give it, I feel that the whole world is hers."

"I am a dignified martial arts third-level, and I was actually shocked by her to ......"

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In the teahouse outside the Imperial Capital Academy, Leng Mingyue followed the breath and found the blue micro orange in a daze.

"Sister is here, I invite you to listen to the play?" Lan Weicheng pushed the melon seed tea in front of Leng Mingyue, smiling as before.

"Why don't you talk about something with your good sister?" Leng Mingyue poured herself a cup of tea and sat opposite Lan Weicheng.

On the platform erected on the first floor of the teahouse, the storyteller took a picture of the startling wood, and the tone was interesting:

"But it was said that the Qiankun Empress Yin Wushuang ...... after becoming a god"

"Oh, I love this play." Lan Weicheng deliberately diverted the topic, and her tone was relaxed:

"But 'gods' and the like, it's too ethereal, don't we also have a goddess, I don't know if it's true or not."

Leng Mingyue took a sip of tea and said lightly: "It's all true." ”

She is the goddess of the Wind Breath Continent, and if the Empress of Qiankun Yin Wushuang said it, she had also seen it, on the "Ascending God Long Steps".

Next to the woman, there was also a silver-haired man, who was also a god.

Lan Weicheng thought it was a joke, but she didn't know how to answer, and the two were silent for a long time.

"Okay, I'll throw in the towel." Blue Micro Orange was the first to surrender:

"Actually, it's nothing, it's just that I'm sick, I pushed my father's aunt, my aunt had a miscarriage, I was kicked out of the general's mansion, and I only came back a few days ago, it's as simple as that."

She also half-jokingly said: "I'm really sick, you have to stay away from me in the future." ”

The General's Mansion is not a cold mansion, no matter how rich the sisters are, they are civilians without titles, so why involve her delicate and frail in this kind of struggle.

"Is there anything you need my help with?" Leng Mingyue went straight to the point and avoided politeness.

"What do you think, I'm so strong, do I need help?" Lan Weicheng rolled her eyes, and the moment she turned to go downstairs, she smiled bitterly:

"I'll go back to practice first, and I still have to win the Imperial Capital Academy Competition."

After Lan Weicheng left, Leng Mingyue's eyes flashed lightly, and she also returned to Leng Fu.

As soon as she went back, she heard that Lan Weicheng was punished by the aunt of the General's Mansion to kneel in the ancestral hall for hurting Lan Jiaren.

"Go and find out what happened in the General's Mansion back then, as well as Lan Weicheng's disease." Leng Mingyue's voice couldn't hear fluctuations.

Carefully calculated, Lan Weicheng has helped her several times, and her friend will stand by and watch again, and she can't say anything.