This Jiang Ruoxue entered Zeng Xiaoyu's house, and saw that Zeng Xiaoyu was still sitting cross-legged and cultivating with his eyes closed, and his face showed a trace of disgust.

At this time, she was wearing a thin and almost transparent single dress, revealing a red belly pocket inside, revealing her graceful body.

Coupled with her beautiful face, which man is not moved when he sees her?

But Zeng Xiaoyu was like an old monk, continuing to sit cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes and cultivating, without even looking at her.

This made Jiang Ruoxue's heart a little angry.

"Am I not as good as Jiang Qianxue? In terms of figure and appearance, what am I worse than her?"

Jiang Ruoxue's heart was very unconvinced.

Jiang Ruoxue's face changed several times, and suddenly she shouted in a coquettish voice: "Brother Zeng, it's thundering outside again, I feel scared and cold, can you hug me?"

Jiang Ruoxue said that, and pounced towards Zeng Xiaoyu.

However, before Jiang Ruoxue's people pounced on Zeng Xiaoyu, a purple phoenix marten coat suddenly flew in front of her, wrapping Jiang Ruoxue's body.

"Put on this mink coat and you're not cold!

I've been scared for so long, I guess you're tired too, so you can rest well in bed, and I'll be watching you in the house, so you don't have to be afraid. ”

Zeng Xiaoyu's figure flashed and left the bed, Jiang Ruoxue put on a mink coat and happened to fall on the bed.

Just kidding, Zeng Xiaoyu is not the unruly Yanagishita Megumi, and her resistance to beauty can only be regarded as upper-middle.

Besides, he only had Jiang Qianxue in his heart, in order to avoid making a big mistake, Zeng Xiaoyu naturally couldn't let this glamorous little goblin get close.

Jiang Ruoxue fell on the bed, looked back, and found that Zeng Xiaoyu was suspended in the middle of the room, like an old monk in a seat, sitting cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

Jiang Ruoxue's face turned slightly red, and she said with disgust in her heart: "Is he still a man? Why did I try so hard to tempt him, but he was not moved at all?

Seeing that Zeng Xiaoyu continued to sit cross-legged in mid-air and cultivate, Jiang Ruoxue's beautiful face showed a trace of bitterness.

Zeng Xiaoyu's appearance of not eating fireworks made Jiang Ruoxue have no way to take Zeng Xiaoyu.

Jiang Ruoxue could only glare at Zeng Xiaoyu with disgust, wrapped in a mink coat, and pretended to sleep on the bed with her eyes closed.

But one night I tossed and turned, and I didn't see her fall asleep.

Sometimes, he suddenly looked at Zeng Xiaoyu, his eyes rolled, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

It rained all night, and when it was almost dawn, the clouds cleared and the rain cleared.

And Jiang Ruoxue spent a boring night in Zeng Xiaoyu's house like this.

Seeing that Zeng Xiaoyu had been suspended in mid-air to cultivate, the more he looked at it, the more he hated it.

"Sister Ruoxue, what do you see I brought you?"

Just as it was dawning, a loud voice suddenly came from the stairs of the wooden building.

Immediately afterward, there was the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

Knock knock~

Then there was a sharp knock on the door.

"Sister Ruoxue, are you there?"

The sound outside made Zeng Xiaoyu and Jiang Ruoxue's brows furrow at the same time.

Knock knock!

"Sister Ruoxue, are you there?"

The knock on the door rang again in the next room.

When Jiang Ruoxue heard this, she swooped, put on a mink coat, rushed to the door angrily, and opened the door.

At this time, there was a yellow-haired young man with unkempt hair standing at the door next door.

The young man's hairstyle resembled that of an exploding head, and he wore a short coat that showed off the strong muscles on his arms and the dense tattoos on the muscles.

It looks like a black bear.

When the young man saw Jiang Ruoxue coming out of another room, he was stunned.

But then there was a happy face.

This person took out a pot of flowers with green leaves and beautiful purple flowers from his back, smiled and said to Jiang Ruoxue: "Sister Ruoxue, you see I found this purple butterfly orchid in the woods in the morning, which can just be placed in your room and decorate your boudoir." ”

The young man held the pot of flowers in his hand, stood in front of Jiang Ruoxue, and looked at Jiang Ruoxue expectantly, wanting to see Jiang Ruoxue's happy appearance after seeing this pot of flowers.

It's a pity that Jiang Ruoxue is not interested in the flowers sent by the youth.

Or that she had no interest in this youth.

Hearing this, he just said coldly: "Brother Zhiwen, you better take this flower back! No matter what you do for me, I won't like you!"

When the young man heard this, his body shook, and his face was full of disappointment.

At this time, his eyes suddenly swept into the house, and he saw Zeng Xiaoyu standing in the house with his hands behind his back.

"I see! So you're fond of this little white face! And you two actually..."

The young man's expression was hurt.

Jiang Ruoxue said firmly: "Who I like, that's my freedom." It's none of your business!"

As soon as these words came out, the young man became both disappointed and angry.

The young man's fierce eyes stared at Zeng Xiaoyu, his eyes full of provocation.

The young man pointed at Zeng Xiaoyu and shouted: "Boy, I, Song Zhiwen, are here to challenge you!

Jiang Ruoxue saw that the young man challenged Zeng Xiaoyu, but she didn't stop it, but snorted coldly, and glanced at Zeng Xiaoyu with a pair of big eyes, wanting to see what Zeng Xiaoyu would do.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Xiaoyu was unmoved, but just sneered and said: "With your non-mainstream style of killing Matt, it's no wonder that some girls like you!"

, I'm not her boyfriend, and I'm not interested in going head-to-head with you!"

To be honest, this Song Zhiwen is just the strength of the late Jindan period, and this kind of strength is indeed nothing in the eyes of Zeng Xiaoyu today.

Zeng Xiaoyu would not be jealous of Jiang Ruoxue for the sake of Jiang Ruoxue.

"Boy, dare to insult me and give me death!"

Song Zhiwen was annoyed and angry, and immediately roared, and with a wave of his fist, he threw himself at Zeng Xiaoyu's face, and wanted to do something to Zeng Xiaoyu in the wooden house.

"Get out!"

Facing Song Zhiwen's aggressive punch, Zeng Xiaoyu just snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the strong Yuan Infant Breath on his body emanated.

Song Zhiwen's fist was not close to Zeng Xiaoyu, and was immediately swept away by Zeng Xiaoyu's hand, like a fly.

Song Zhiwen's body was hit by Zeng Xiaoyu's mana, flew out sideways, and landed on the ground in front of the wooden house, crushing a lot of flowers and plants.

After Song Zhiwen landed, a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out, half-kneeling on the ground, and looked at Zeng Xiaoyu in the corridor of the wooden building with a shocked face: "You are actually a master of the Yuan Infant Stage!"

At this moment, Jiang Ruoxue also looked at Zeng Xiaoyu with a shocked face, she knew that Zeng Xiaoyu was very powerful, but she didn't know that Zeng Xiaoyu was so powerful.

"I'm afraid that even if it's a father-in-law, he can't easily sweep Song Zhiwen out, right?"

Jiang Ruoxue was amazed in her heart, and her eyes were brilliant when she looked at Zeng Xiaoyu.