Fantasy Realization System

"You praised."

Yiling placed a pair of plain hands on his waist, and bowed slightly towards Du Xuyu.

"Death protection."

Huang Shan nodded slightly to Duxuyu, and then took Yiling to sit on Yimu's side.

Yimu looked at Huang Shan and said, "Madam, Young Master Luo has not yet arrived. I'll wait and serve tea first."

Huang Shan said with a smile: "It's all based on the husband."

"Come on, tea!"

Yimu gave an order, and several maids came up with tea. They served tea to Yimu and others in turn. Even those Wushuang faction disciples who only run errands for Duxu fish, each holds a porcelain bowl filled with tea. Yimu's move can be said to have made this hospitality perfect.

Satisfaction appeared in Du Xuyu's eyes, this Yimu knows how to behave. Although Yimu is the head of the school, he is not pretending to be pretentious. This really made him feel comfortable.

There was no word between the several people at the tea table. After half a cup of tea, a Jiwu school disciple rushed in from the lobby and said: "The head, the young master of Wushuang faction, Luo Cheng, beg to see you outside the door."

Hearing this, Yimu glanced at Du Xuyu inadvertently, and suddenly smiled and said: "Young Master Luo is here, please invite him in."

"Yes."

The disciple looked at the Wushuang faction staff and quickly stepped back.

After a while, a young man in a cyan brocade walked into the lobby. His face was flushed, his steps swayed, and the strong smell of wine quickly filled the air in the lobby.

"Little Lord!"

Seeing Luo Cheng's appearance, Du Xuyu hurriedly stood up and slid it onto the guest seat.

"Hey, Xiao Cui, why did you follow? This young master is here to propose a marriage, what are you doing here?"

Luo Cheng stretched out his hand to touch the wrinkled face of Du Xuyu, and said dimly.

"Young Master! Wake up!"

Du Xuyu pulled Luo Cheng's big hand down and looked at Yimu embarrassedly.

Yimu frowned secretly. It was the first time he had seen Luo Zhizun, but he didn't want to know that the young master of the Wushuang faction was such a virtue.

It seems that those rumors outside are not groundless.

Looking at the mother and son of Huang Shan and Yiling, Huang Shan's complexion is complacent, and she can't see anything on the surface.

But Yiling was different. She had originally imagined that if the young master of the Wushuang faction was an outstanding young man, it would be fine for her to pretend to be a well-behaved daughter.

Unexpectedly, this Luo Cheng was actually a drunk and frivolous look. If it hadn't been for her mother to sit next to her, Yiling might have rushed up and beat him up, how could she still sit on the seat with disgust as she does now.

Huang Shan took a cup of **** tea from a maid and handed it to Yi Ling, smiling gently: "Ling'er, send this sober tea to Young Master Luo."

"Mother! I'm not going!"

Yi Ling couldn't figure out what her mother thought, so she actually asked her to give tea to this dude. Such a person should be drunk on the street.

"Be obedient, send this **** tea over."

Huang Shan touched Yiling's long hair and insisted.

Because Huang Shan loves Yiling very much, Yiling will have more tolerance and understanding of what she says. Moreover, she is probably the one who can make Yiling be honest and obedient in this world.

"Oh."

Yi Ling reluctantly picked up the **** tea, stared at Luo Cheng who was still selling alcohol, and slowly walked through the guest house in the lobby.

"Xiao Cui, get out, the beauty is here."

Seeing Yiling coming, Luo Cheng pushed Duxuyu away, standing up to hug Yiling.

"Go away!"

Yi Ling drank coldly, kicked it out, and poured the **** tea in his hand without hesitation.

It is a pity that Yiling's attack has not been implemented yet, and a burst of vigor comes from the side. The warm tea was poured, and a figure stood in front of Luo Cheng, shaking Yiling back.

"Patter!"

The tea bowl fell to the ground and fell to pieces, Yimu and Huang Shan both stood up.

"Ling'er, how are you?"

Huang Shan supported Yi Ling who was about to fall, and a slight wave finally flashed above her soft face.

"Mother, I'm fine."

Yi Ling stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stood beside Yi Mu.

"Dharma Protector, what do you mean by this?"

Yimu's face was unhappy, staring at Duxuyu in front of Luo Cheng. The anger was very domineering just now, just passing by, Yiling was slightly injured.

"Master Yi, Miss Yiling's temper should be changed."

Du Xuyu did not intend to apologize. From his point of view, Luo Cheng's attempt to hold Yiling just now was simply an unconscious behavior. Yi Ling is a martial artist with a small internal strength. It is too much to avoid Luo Cheng's effort to move her legs. Instead, she does it on Luo Cheng.

"What about my daughter, I don't need your guidance."

Yimu's face turned cold. As far as he is concerned, Yiling is everything to him. No matter what the reason for saving Xuyu, it is a solid fact that he hurt his daughter, and it is still on the ground of his extreme martial arts school. Reason, he must get it back.

"We are afraid that we will not be able to discuss this marriage."

Du Xuyu suddenly turned to Huang Shan and said something like this.

"Protect the law and calm down your anger. Although Yiling was wrong in this matter, the law of protection was too ill. Seeing that Ling'er was also injured, how about we sit down and talk?"

Huang Shan stepped forward, gave Yimu a look, and laughed softly.

"Well, since the lady in charge has said so, then we shall sit down and talk again."

There was no shame on Du Xuyu's face, and he helped Luo Cheng to sit on the guest seat.

"Madam, what are you..."

Yimu can also be regarded as giving enough face to Wushuang faction. He has long seen that Wushuang faction is not sincere to propose marriage. Du Xuyu's arrogant posture, if it were not for his forbearance of anger, he might have treated them. The people of Wushuang faction blasted out.

"Husband, don't be impulsive."

Huang Shan shook her head to Yimu and said softly.

Yimu looked at Duxuyu, snorted, and sat back again.

After pacifying Yimu, Huang Shan turned around and said to Yiling: "Ling'er, sit down first."

"No, I won't sit."

Yiling stood motionless.

"Ling'er, be obedient, sit down."

Huang Shan gently pulled the corners of Yiling's clothes twice and persuaded.

Yiling was indifferent. She didn't want to compromise. This was the first time that she had a rebellious and resisting mentality towards Huang Shan.

"sit down!"

Huang Shan, who was supposed to be friendly, suddenly raised her hand and slapped her daughter. This slap was so hard that an echo could be heard in the entire lobby.

Everyone was shocked, and the mother and daughter were silent.

Yiling clutched her flushed cheeks, resisting tears from her eyes.

"Ling'er, I'm sorry."

Huang Shan realized that her action was a little heavier when she was in a hurry. She stretched out her hand to look at Yi Ling's cheek, but Yi Ling tilted her head and took a small step back.

"Mother, what's the matter with you? Why are you looking at them everywhere? Don't you see, that dude, and the self-righteous old man, with their posture, how come to propose marriage?"

Yi Ling pointed at Luo Cheng and Du Xuyu, the whole person was extremely excited, the anger and depression in her heart finally broke out at this moment. She has never confronted her mother since she was a child, because Huang Shan loves herself. For some things, she always indulges her daughter and let her go wild.

"Ling'er, I..."

Huang Shan's arm was hanging in front of her, and for some reason, her voice suddenly trembled.

"Go away!"

Yi Ling furiously ran out of the lobby, and a few teardrops slowly scattered in the air.

"Miss!"

The maid Xiaoyi was trying to catch up, but was stopped by Yimu.

"Let her go."

Yimu rubbed his brow and sighed.

"Yes, sir..."

Xiaoyi drooped her head and stepped aside. Yiling is in her boudoir, and it is rare to go out once. The person who has the deepest affection with her is Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi knows that although Yiling is usually carefree, she is actually very delicate in dealing with feelings. This time Yiling and her mother fell out, and she didn't know if something happened.

"Husband, I..."

Huang Shan looked at Yimu, but stopped talking.

Yimu glanced at Luo Cheng and Du Xuyu who were sitting aside watching the play, and said to Huang Shan, "If you have something to say, don't hide it from me."

Huang Shan looked at Duxu Yu and Luo Cheng, who was half drunk and half awake, and stood in the middle of the lobby, and said to the Wushuang faction disciples and the crowd around them: "You go out first."

"Yes, Mrs. Chief."

Everyone bowed their fists to Huang Shan, and walked out of the lobby.

Seeing that the disciples of the Wushuang faction were all respectful and respectful to Huang Shan, Yimu's heart jumped and he vaguely guessed something.

"Madam Head, you are not kind, we have made a lot of preparations to accompany you in this play."

After those people left the lobby, Luo Cheng's voice suddenly rang. There was no drunk on his face at this moment, and the alcohol on his body evaporated instantly. He picked up the tea on the coffee table, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Huang Shan with a smile.

"Look at the shame of Young Master Luo and Duhu Fa."

Huang Shan gave Luo Cheng a fist, and the corners of her gorgeous mouth slightly curled up.

"Madam, you have to explain it to me."

Yimu stared at his wife who had been with him for more than 20 years, and clenched his palms little by little...

"Ming, Sanniang's medical clinic is closed."

In Frontier Fortress, a pair of young men and women walked on the noisy street. Among them, the charming girl pointed to a medical clinic in the distance and pulled the sleeves of the young man.

After Zhou Ming and Lin Xiaowu left the cave, they came all the way to Frontier Fortress City because Zhou Ming wanted to meet Zi Sanniang.

Zhou Ming guessed that Zi Sanniang might have something to do with Lingyin Gate, otherwise she would have known Liu Moyan's elder jade medal. And one more thing, Zhou Ming wanted to explore Zi Sanniang's fictitiousness and reality to see if she had any understanding of the connection between Yuanxu and Tianyuan world.

It is a pity that when they came to Saicheng here, the door of the incurable hospital where Zi Sanniang was located was closed, and the building was empty.

"No, there seems to be something here..."

Zhou Ming found that when passing by the incurable medical hall, the pedestrians around him tended to lean towards the middle of the street. This kind of situation is normal in the eyes of ordinary people, but in his eyes, the small pace of the walk implies that there is a blinding screen in front of the incurable hospital.

"Ming, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhou Ming standing motionless in front of the incurable hospital, Lin Xiaowu couldn't help asking curiously.

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