Fight! Fight!
Fight for a fart!
It will never be theirs to fight again!
Ye Qingluo's brows and eyes sank, and her gaze was first on Feng Liqiong: "'Father', I respect you as an elder, but... no one can dictate my future."
Then, he moved his eyes and looked at Feng Changqing: "And you, since you have no intention of me, why should you accept this matter? Do you feel that you are filial and obey the master's words? Have you ever thought that you have no intention of me, I have no intention of being interested in you either, so what's the point of such a future... "
She paused slightly, her eyes fixed on Ji Wuhua: "It is very possible that you will lose even your best brother, is this really what you want?"
Feng Changqing's pupils shrank suddenly.
A look of pain flashed across his warm face.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Ji Wuhua immediately raised her arms high, "You, a heartless man who kills thousands of swords, really hurts my heart! You know that Miss Qingluo is my goddess, but you still accept the appointment of acting as the God Emperor!" Require!"
"Shut up!"
Ye Qingluo glared at him: "You are the one who can make trouble the most! When you see who loves whom, you are the one who is talking about you! You still have the face to come here and make trouble?!"
Ji Wuhua was still arrogant and arrogant just now, but the momentum of clamoring towards Feng Changqing softened instantly.
The whole person is dumbfounded.
"I... I am sincere..." He was aggrieved.
Where is he a big carrot
He is just fraternity.
For every beauty, he treats each other sincerely!
Moreover, every beauty is willing to follow him.
Who made him look so good.
How can this be considered playful
Ji Wuhua refused to accept it.
Ye Qingluo saw through Ji Wuhua's thoughts at a glance, and twitched the corners of her mouth with a half-smile.
This girl is a complete scumbag.
So utterly scumbag.
He also licked his face to express... Are you sincere
What a ghost!
His flower peacock is very bad!
Ye Qingluo didn't even bother to complain, so she turned her gaze directly to Chu Wuxin: "In the end it's you..."
The moment the girl's eyes fell on him.
There was a soft light in the man's cold eyes.
His whole body was tense, and his back was straight.
Like nervous.
It is rare to get the tension in the girl's eyes.
It was a heartfelt joy.
From his eyes.
She couldn't hide her love for Ye Qingluo.
So affectionate.
But it didn't move the girl.
Instead, the girl frowned even tighter.
Chu Wuxin had a deep-rooted obsession with her and a deep affection for her.
She really didn't know how to face it.
Speak clearly again and again.
Still can't stop this man from appearing in front of her.
For Chu Wuxin.
Ye Qingluo's feelings are complicated.
This kind of feeling has nothing to do with the love between men and women.
It's just purely... heartache for Chu Wuxin.
For the time being, it should be called distressed.
Ye Qingluo took a deep breath to suppress the excessive emotions.
She turned cold and said in a low voice: "Mr. Chu, what I have to say, I have already said very clearly before. Do you know that your pestering will only make me... very annoying."
The girl's cold voice was as indifferent as a knife, piercing people's hearts.
Chu Wuxin's face suddenly turned pale.
Ye Qingluo's words were not loud.
But Feng Liqiong and Feng Patriarch, who were close to each other, could hear clearly.
After hearing the girl's heartless words.
The expressions of the two also changed slightly.
Although Chu Wuxin's identity is only a force belonging to the heavens.