Supreme Allure

Chapter 587 The Grand Finale (34)
"I said Xue Qinyan, have you lost your mind? You can't even see such an obvious relationship, and you still have to ask such an idiot, it's really shameful. Also, when did Mr. Ouyang become your green pearl?" Brother? Don’t just talk nonsense while doing nothing.” In the flower hall, a handsome man sarcastically saw that everyone was looking at him, he cleared his throat a little embarrassedly and continued, “You Do you think Mr. Ouyang would let a woman appear beside him casually? Isn't it his wife or his nanny? "

"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone burst into laughter, it was thanks to him that he could think of such a beautiful nurse.

"Hmph! Why can't it be the nanny? Maybe it's the nanny of the two children?" Xue Qinyan, the woman in blue, doesn't use her brain when she speaks, she just speaks according to her own preferences. This kind of person is destined to be a fool For the clown.

Everyone burst into laughter again.

"I said Xue Qinyan, have you ever seen such a beautiful nanny? Hahaha!" Hearing that Xue Qinyan opened her eyes and said nonsense, everyone laughed so hard.

"What's the use of being beautiful? I don't even have a trace of magic power on my body, so I'm just a waste." Xue Qinyan glared at Qingcheng fiercely, not knowing when Qingcheng offended her.

In the eyes of this kind of woman, the men in the world should revolve around themselves, never reflect on what it is about them that attracts others to circle around, they only know how to blindly suppress the women who appear around excellent men, thinking that I am a winner myself, but I don't know, that is simply stupid.

When Ouyang Luzhu heard that this ugly monster dared to ridicule her wife as a waste, the magic power in her hands was secretly concentrated, and she didn't care about maintaining her image in public. Today, no matter what, I have to teach this ugly monster in front of me a lesson.

However, someone rushed ahead of Ouyang Lvzhu and made a move.

Xue Qinyan's well-dressed bun was cut off more than half in an instant, and the weapon used to cut off her long hair was actually a small leaf.

Everyone stared at this weird scene dumbfounded, who is it?Who did it.

Qingcheng's beautiful eyes froze, what was going on, she seemed to see that it was the baby's hand just now, it was impossible, it must be her dazzled eyes.

"Brother, although you are a bit stupid, but your skills are really incredible. A single leaf can cut off so many hairs. It's amazing! I won't force you to call me sister again." Very rare, Ouyang Yinping He actually praised Ouyang Yindi. From birth to now, this was the first time Ouyang Yinping praised Ouyang Yindi, and Ouyang Yindi was immediately moved. Sure enough, the hard work every night really paid off.

Ouyang Yinping's twittering fox language immediately attracted Xue Qinyan's attention. Just now, her attention was all on Qingcheng, and she didn't take a closer look at the pair of babies. Now when she saw it, she immediately sneered like crazy again: "Hey, Brother Luzhu, with your hair and eyes, how could you give birth to a child with silver hair and silver eyes? Ah, I see, you must be the one who stole someone, right? This pair of babies..."

Before Xue Qinyan could finish speaking, a dagger suddenly appeared on top of her head, and instantly shaved off the rest of her hair. At this moment, Xue Qinyan was no different from a nun, with the top of her head It was desolate, not even a hair of hair was there.The person who wields the dagger is definitely a top swordsman. It is undoubtedly more difficult to do than to kill the opponent to shave the hair on the top of the head in an instant without hurting the opponent. It is really admirable who has such swordsmanship.

The dagger was sheathed, and everyone looked up along the dagger, and saw that the dagger was actually made by Mrs. Ouyang.

Everyone rubbed and rubbed their eyes in shock, thinking that they were delusional. Such a beautiful woman didn't have even the slightest wave of phantom power on her body. His top-level swordsmanship, this is simply unimaginable, such a profound swordsmanship, even a master who has lived for hundreds of years, may not be able to achieve it, and the woman in front of him looks only in her teens.

"Today is Mr. Zhuge's birthday. I don't want to see blood here, but if you talk nonsense again, then I have plenty of ways to kill without blood. You can try it." Qingcheng's cold voice sounded, shaking The people in the flower hall felt a chill, this is the hidden master.I usually don't talk much, but once I speak, I can't let others say no.

Xue Qinyan was so frightened that she trembled all over, and she was no longer as arrogant as before.

Ouyang Luzhu shook his head helplessly, his wife and children were too good, so he had no chance of being a hero to save the beauty.The first time he was about to make a move, his precious son was quicker than him to strike first, cutting off a large piece of the opponent's hair.When he wanted to make a move for the second time, his wife's dagger had already been unsheathed, and she had completely shaved off the rest of her hair, so he could only follow behind like a vase, useless.

But when someone laments, he laments, his heart is like honey, as long as he can be with Qingcheng, let alone make a vase, even if it is made of flower mud, he will be happy.

Both Feng Danyang and Xue Muyang raised the corners of their lips, alluring, and they were as tough as before.Looking at Qingcheng in front of them, these two handsome and elegant men fell into their own fond memories.

Chai Zixuan and Lin Huanzhi also stared at Qingcheng obsessively. When they can be like green pearls, how happy they will be.

Just when Qingcheng and others were sitting down to drink tea, a hulking old man with white hair and eyebrows walked in briskly at his feet, and beside him was an old woman who was equally energetic.

"I wish Mr. Zhuge's happiness is as long as the east sea, and his life is not as old as Nanshan."

"I wish Mr. Zhuge Songhe a thousand-year birthday and blessings for all generations to come."

"I wish Mr. Zhuge beautiful mountains and rivers, and the four seasons of the eight festivals will never age, and the wind and sun will be beautiful for thousands of years, and Changchun will last forever."

As the old couple entered the flower hall, congratulations sounded one after another, and everyone's attention finally shifted away from Qingcheng and his party, and returned to today's protagonist.

(End of this chapter)