Every time he said this, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he felt that Zhu Po was simply despicable! Such a person is not worthy of keeping the blood of their Illo clan in his body!

Imira Shura hated and thought: This villain turned out to be very good, a filial son, a benevolent brother, and a dedicated husband, and even preferred to disobey his father's wishes back then, but also for the sake of the deceased eldest sister-in-law for many years without renewing the string.

But the result?

Their father's predecessor had just died, and he had come to the end of his rope and launched a rebellion, so hateful!

Imira Shura said with hatred:

"If we had known that Zhu Po was that kind of goods, we should have killed him according to the laws of the high-ranking clans in Western Xinjiang!

A soft bone who only knows how to hide under the skirt of Yada Andaz to seek refuge and mercy, it is a shame to be alive, and it is a shame for us to be embarrassed.

It is estimated that his poison technique has long been abandoned, and now he only knows how to please the woman Yada Andro Zhuo, right? ”

Yi Luo Daifan's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he said lightly:

"I personally broke his tendons and tendons, even if Yadaan took charge of the person and invited a doctor from a foreign tribe to renew his menstrual meridians, I am afraid that the treatment will not be timely, and at most he can only move his hands and feet in the future.

His acupuncture technique has long been abolished, so you don't have to worry, he can't pass on the core of the Yi Luo clan to others. As for the poison in me."

She chuckled and said:

"I was pulled out by you before, and with Xie Yilu, I don't think the remaining residual poison is a big problem."

When Imira Shura heard this, he didn't know what he thought, and his expression suddenly became a little subtle.

He looked at his sister a few times when he wanted to speak, and there was a sentence that couldn't go up or down, and he was really panicked.

Ishro Devan frowned at him.

"What's that look on your face? Just ask whatever you want, don't mess with these nonsense things. ”

Ighra Shura probed:

"Then I'm really asking?"

The person surnamed was concise and to the point, and only spit out one word.

"Ask."

"Sister"

"Even if you ask for that Xie Yilu, your attitude towards them is still too polite, right? You shouldn't be. What about her. Hmm."

Ighra Shura's face was red, and he couldn't talk anymore.

Except for the unshakable dignity of caste, the western Xinjiang is relatively much more tolerant than other countries in other aspects.

The folk customs here are open and uninhibited, whether it is marriage, marriage, or marriage, it is not an uncommon thing.

There is no distinction between men and women.

Except for the emperor of the Western Xinjiang royal family, half of the other eight high-caste clans are women in charge of the family, which is evident.

And the emotional aspect is also very free and casual, paying attention to a you and me, unrestrained.

Men like women, women like men, men like men, women like women, these are everywhere in Western Xinjiang, and they are not strange and wonderful.

And the most respected surname of the Illumino clan in this generation, Illumino Daifan, happens to like women.

She has never been married to a man because she has no interest in marrying a man.

However, the person surnamed Yi Min Luo has a very high vision, and she has rarely seen ordinary women right over the years.

So now, Imira Shura suddenly found that her sister actually took such care of a goddess doctor from the Southern Dynasty, and even wanted to take the initiative to treat her pulse and visit her old diseases.

This kind of thing happened to my sister, who has always been cold and self-controlled, and it's really hard not to think about it!

It's just that this is his sister's private matter, and he can't open his mouth when he wants to ask his younger brother.

Imira Daifan could see what he meant at a glance.

She smiled faintly and replied calmly:

"You're asking, do I have any thoughts about her?"

Imira Shura grinned awkwardly and snorted like a mosquito.

"Well, I'm just asking casually, if my sister finds it inconvenient, forget it."

"Nothing inconvenient to say."

Yi Luo Daifan said lightly: "I do have some good feelings for this Xie Yilu. She is tall and slender, her temperament is as noble as a plum, she talks decently and wittily, which is pleasant to listen to, and every stroke of her eyebrows, eyes and facial features looks just right to my heart.

Even if it's a sick person, it's really beautiful. Whoever doesn't like beauty, I'm no exception, it's human nature. ”

Belch.

The person surnamed was so frank and unrestrained that Imira Shura was a little speechless for a while.

In fact, in the marriage system in Western Xinjiang, where only the nine high-ranking castes can intermarry with each other, the so-called "marriage" refers to the inadmissibility of blood intermingling.

In other words, the offspring of the nine high castes can only be conceived by these nine high castes.

As long as they don't marry into the mansion and don't have children to reproduce, then the people of Western Xinjiang are actually very tolerant of each other's private affairs, and there are not too many restrictions.

For example, Longzhi, the head of the Kelwa clan, heard that in addition to the husband of the Hari clan who gave birth to four children together on the surface, there is also a "Black Sailuo" beautiful man who seems to be raised in the outer house as a lover.

But as long as there is no intermarriage and no confusion of the bloodlines of the nine high castes, then it is not a sin in Western Xinjiang, and no one will put a beak on it.

Igro Devan had said a few years ago that he would not get married in this life and would not leave offspring.

In the future, after her death, the next head of the Imiro clan will be succeeded by the most medically gifted child of the clan.

In this case, it does not matter whether Imira Daifan likes men or women in the clan.

The most important thing is whether this person with the surname can lead their clan every step of the way.

Imira Shura knew that his sister liked beautiful women, especially great ones.

Since he can be noticed by his sister, first of all, the appearance of this Xie Yilu is definitely not bad.

However, this Xie Yilu was a foreigner after all, and their understanding of her was very limited, and this person was still suspended here, afraid that he would have to leave sooner or later.

In her selfish heart, Imira Shura didn't want her sister to be too attentive to such a person of unknown origin.

"Sister, I have no intention of ignoring your private affairs. Just through the customs clearance documents and road guides of this Xie Yilu, it is obvious that this is a comfortable person who likes to travel everywhere. If you want to keep her, I'm afraid it's not easy. ”

Ivan Dai Fan glanced at him with a strange expression, and she shook her head and said:

"Who said I'm going to keep her?"

"Huh?"

Imira Shura looked at her sister with a worried expression.

"Sister, don't you have a crush on her?"

The person surnamed Yi Min Luo smiled and said:

"I do have a good impression of Xie Yilu, but that doesn't mean I have to force her to stay in Xijiang."

The little boy of the Il-Roe clan was puzzled, and he asked:

"However, if you like someone, shouldn't you keep her by your side and stay with her for a long time?"

Ishro Daifan smiled.

"Shura, in fact, likes a person, as long as the two sides are suitable in the process and the love is sincere, it is already excellent, and the result is not so important.

There are too many crazy men and women in this world, in the final analysis, they just lose because they are too obsessed. The more you drill the horns, the more you can't get what you want.

- 'The river flows Xie Qiangye, so that he can go to the world', isn't it good to be a free and easy person? ”

(End of chapter)