Ye Qingluo squinted her charming eyes, looking at the hysterical Ye Fengru who was shouting crazily.
She let go of Beiming's hand, her eyes were calm: "Now it's not whether I want to save him, but whether he is willing to let him go."
"Miss Seven, actually Ru'er... he's not bad in nature, he was bewitched..." Beiming couldn't see his son's strange madness.
Ye Qingluo waved his hand: "You go to the back and stand."
Beiming squeezed the handkerchief tightly: "Ke... But Ru'er..."
"I promised you that I will give him a chance." Ye Qingluo glanced at Bei Mingshi lightly.
Beiming bit her lower lip tightly, and finally chose to believe in Ye Qingluo.
Now, she can only choose the path of believing in Ye Qingluo.
The Beiming clan retreated to the side of the ancestor, clutching the handkerchief nervously, staring at Ye Fengru's direction for a moment, his eyes full of worry.
Ignoring the old ancestor standing beside him, he looked relieved.
The ancestor's five fingers on crutches tightened.
With dark eyes, he stared at Ye Fengru.
He didn't care about Ye Fengru's madness at all.
She even had eyes full of joy, thankful for Ye Fengru's arrival.
...
"Ye Fengru, I don't care if you're pretending to be crazy or stupid, or if you've been bewitched by someone."
Ye Qingluo's sweet voice is sweet and pleasant.
But unfortunately, her tone was as cold as a cold current, rushing into people's hearts.
Her expression was indifferent and emotionless.
The people present suddenly felt chills down their backs, an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of their feet, and they couldn't stop shivering.
"Seeing that the Beiming family has given up some thought on Ziling and Xiaoyu, I can give you a chance."
She walked slowly towards Ye Fengru's direction: "Either, obediently put down the weapon in your hand now, find a place to sit in the guest seats, and participate in this succession ceremony. Or, I will kill you now, and then Continue to complete this succession ceremony."
She spoke with a smile.
But still can't hide the coldness in the words.
Everyone sat upright, straightened their backs, looked at their noses, and their hearts, which meant that they just listened quietly and would not disturb.
Ye Fengru's crazy eyes were dyed with fiery red flames.
He stared at Ye Qingluo fiercely, his facial features were terrifying: "Ye Qingluo, I will never watch Sanquanzong fall into the hands of a foreigner! You are not from the Ye family at all, why do you become the suzerain of Sanquanzong?" !"
He lifted his foot and chopped hard to the ground.
Immediately, a strong profound force rippled out one after another profound waves from the ground under his feet.
The hurricane was everywhere, and some lightweight things and decorations were scattered all over the place following the hurricane.
Ye Fengru's words were like throwing a stone into still water.
Set off layer after layer of ripples.
Today, those who came to participate in the succession ceremony of the Sanquan sect suzerain are all well-known and promising people in the Xilan Continent.
There are even representatives from other continents who came to congratulate Xixi.
Ye Fengru's words really surprised everyone.
People with foreign surnames
Is Ye Qingluo a foreigner
Isn't Ye Qingluo the Ye family
How can this be
The hurricane engulfed Ye Qingluo in it.
Ye Qingluo didn't move.
She stood languidly, with an expression on her face that showed no sign of being shocked by Ye Fengru's words.
She lightly raised her pink lips: "Oh? What evidence do you have that I'm not from the Ye family?"
"Ru'er! What nonsense are you talking about! How could Seventh Miss not be my Ye family?" Yuchi said eagerly, "This concubine saw the birth of Seventh Miss with my own eyes, and I know it best..."