Peerless Poison Concubine is a little crazy

Chapter 1682 The Farce in Wanbao Pavilion 3
Feng Mohan patted his hands, and walked in front of Yunling from the gap between the fallen people on the ground, with a confident smile still on the corner of his mouth.

Yun Ling smiled slightly at Feng Mohan, and she really sighed in her heart, when will she be able to cultivate to this level!
Thinking about his current cultivation speed, Yun Ling could only cry in his heart.

It's not that Yunling doesn't want to practice, it's not that Yunling's cultivation talent has deteriorated, but that she will go to the Qiankun bracelet to practice every day as long as she rests in her room, but no matter how she practices, she just can't improve her cultivation.

In fact, it's not that she can't go up, but that all the power she cultivated and absorbed into her body was absorbed by the two little guys in her stomach, causing her to never absorb a little bit of power from the beginning to the end. It also made her current cultivation base still only the peak of Xuanzong's first rank.

Thinking of this, Yun Ling looked down at her protruding belly, touched it gently with her hand, and said to herself, "You two little guys, when you grow up, you must respect your mother and kiss me well. !"

As if hearing Yunling's new life, her two little feet were stuck in the palms of Yunling's hands on her stomach.

Cui Shuanghua came back to his senses, and questioned Feng Mohan in disbelief, "Feng Mohan, how dare you!"

Feng Mohan looked at Cui Shuanghua leisurely, not feeling that there was anything wrong with what he did just now, "Why didn't I dare!"

"You...I...I'm engaged to your elder brother!" Cui Shuanghua pointed at Feng Mohan angrily and scolded, "I will be the wife of the young city lord in the future!"

Yun Ling smiled lightly, and said sarcastically instead of Feng Mohan, "You also said that it's only in the future, who can guarantee that you can really become the wife of the young city owner, maybe you've been so unlucky these days. You are belching, where is the young city lord of Wuqing City going to marry a dead fiancée!"

"Puchi!" Feng Mohan and Yun Qingyang couldn't hold back immediately, they both burst out laughing lightly, but then they realized that it was damaging their image, so they quickly pursed their lips and smiled, it was just this smile The smile was so bright that the mouth almost grinned to the ears.

"You, you, you..." Cui Shuanghua was so angry at Yunling's words that he couldn't say a word. He didn't come up with the last breath, rolled his eyes, and passed out.

Cui Shuangping saw it, and quickly called Cui Shuanghua who had fainted, "Sister, what's wrong with you, sister, don't scare me, wake up quickly! Sister!"

Yun Ling said very kindly, "Pinch people, I don't understand this bit of common sense! Oh, it's true!"

Hearing Yunling's words, Cui Shuangping remembered the matter of pinching people, and quickly pinched Cui Shuanghua's people fiercely.

Also at this time, a middle-aged man's voice came over, followed by a burst of messy footsteps, "What happened?"

When everyone heard the voice, they all looked in the direction of the voice.

"Treasurer Huang is here!" I don't know who said it, but everyone showed respectful eyes and stepped out of the way.

Yun Ling and the others also looked at the person who spoke.

Feng Mohan whispered in Yunling's ear, "Ling'er, this is the shopkeeper of Wanbao Pavilion in Wuqing City, shopkeeper Huang!"

Yun Ling nodded lightly. She could feel that this shopkeeper Huang had a high level of cultivation, which gave people a feeling of power without anger.

(End of this chapter)