The goddess of the goddess

Chapter 807 This Fate

In winter, the snow melts, the branches have not yet added new green, the cold wind is bleak, and there is silence everywhere.

To be honest, besides Longyue Lake where you can enjoy the scenery, Youfeng really can't find a good place to go in Longyue City, so this workaholic inspected the shops in the interest of playing.

After wandering around the city for a long time, Ling Yuerui was about to drive the carriage back to the other courtyard of the shop, but was caught by a burst of crying and shouting.

Ling Yuerui watched Youfeng's face getting darker and darker, and sweated hard for the middle-aged fat man in the alley. It's not good to molest anyone, but he even molested a member of the Nangong family, and this person is Youfeng's sister-in-law—— Nangong Weidu, the sixth young lady from the Shangguan family.

Yesterday, I saw that the young lady of the Nangong family had a very dignified face, full of nobility, but today was the complete opposite, which can be described as extremely embarrassed.

In the narrow alley, a girl with disheveled hair was beating the middle-aged fat man in horror, crying hoarsely.

"Wei Du, sooner or later you will be my No. 20 concubine. The sooner you become mine, the better things we can get to Patriarch Nangong. Patriarch Nangong gave you to me!" Middle-aged While holding Nangong Weidu who was struggling hard, the fat man stretched out his mouth to kiss him, his drooling fat mouth almost made people sick to death.

"Impossible! Ye Zhu, even if I die, I can't marry you!" Unable to match the strength of the middle-aged fat man, Nangong Weidu's snow-white cheek was kissed fiercely, and his heart was twitching in nausea, "Ye Zhu, if you don't get out of here, my brother will definitely tear you to pieces!"

"Hahaha, what can your good-for-nothing brother do to me, Master? I'm an unfavored concubine with poor talent. Even if my master handles you here, what can you do? Hahaha!"

Ye Zhu became more and more unscrupulous, just when the big fat hand tore off Nangong Weidu's clothes, a shining long sword brushed past his head, cut his fat cheek, and plunged into the wall in front of the middle-aged fat man.

A gust of blood spurted out instantly, splashing Nangong Weidu's face.

The middle-aged fat man fell to the ground with a scream, covered his cheeks and head, and shouted for help without looking back.

Immediately, dozens of strong and strong men ran out, staring at the white-clothed boy who was walking step by step, and did not act rashly, but instead protected Ye Zhu behind him.Just look at that sword, it's not waiting for someone to come!
But it seemed that the person's peerless face was almost unmatched by anyone in the world, and there was an eerie silence in the alley.

How could such a beautiful young man be able to make such a ruthless move, that sword almost moved Ye Zhu's head away!

"My son hates fat people the most in his life. I don't want to meet you today. If you want to blame it, you can blame yourself for your bad luck!"

Of course, the most insane thing was that after the boy finished speaking, he and another boy attacked Ye Zhu together, and went straight to the face of the strong man who was protecting Ye Zhu.

The thick purple-black spiritual power was like slices of murderous intent, and took the lives of the two men in an instant.

Everyone was intimidated by the strong spiritual power displayed by the two servants. Is it the illusion or the eclosion stage?Judging from the age of their bones, they should be less than a hundred years old. What kind of person and what background are they, a young servant has such profound cultivation!

"What are you doing in a daze, kill them quickly!" Ye Zhu's head was covered with blood, Ye Zhu couldn't see who was coming, his face was pale and furious, he only knew that someone was going to kill him, and he couldn't die.

The strong men finally regained their senses and joined forces to fight against the two servants.

But Ye Zhu is the boss of one of the best shops in Longyue City after all, so how could the people protecting him be trash?
The two young men fought for a while and only slightly injured the strong man, so it was impossible to take his life.

Then, in Nangong's slightly dilated pupils, a moon-white shadow swept into the chaos like an afterimage.

He strikes so hard that with the flick of his fingers, he can only hear the sound of broken bones and blood spattering.

So bloody!Nangong Weidu covered his mouth in shock.

In just one breath, a group of people fell on the ground, including that dead fat man Ye Zhu, but he was injured more severely than the others, with one arm and two legs curled up in a twisted posture, almost useless.

"Are you still coming?" The two servants who relaxed stood beside the young man in white, their fists clenched and their expressions still indifferent.

"You guys wait for me!" Ye Zhu didn't seem to realize that he was a half-disabled man after he finished speaking harshly, and quickly called out to the strong man who could still walk to carry him away.

When Ling Yuerui and Zhou Urchin were threatening Ye Zhu, Youfeng had already taken off the snow-white fox fur and covered Nangong Weidu.

Feeling the warmth brought by the still warm fox fur, Nangong thought slightly, she didn't want the young man in white to see her in such a state of embarrassment, it made her feel that she was already dirty and not worthy of the white clothes in front of her. Snow boy.

But in the end it was he who saved her, so she had to lower her head to avoid those clear and indifferent eyes, avoiding that even more indifferent face, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, my lord!"

The woman who is low in the dust in front of me is a sad woman in this feudal society. Even if she was born in a wealthy emperor's family, she still cannot escape the word "chess piece". How many people in this world have the luck to be their own masters?Youfeng sighed softly, "Miss Nangong, go home early!"

"Master, please stay!"

Youfeng was about to leave, but Nangong Weidu grabbed the corner of his robe, as if he had grasped the last straw, so tightly that his fingers turned white, "Please help me, sir, please help me! "

"Why did you save you?" That's her family, that's her relatives, that's the father who cruelly used her to marry him, Youfeng is an outsider, why did he cause trouble for an irrelevant person.

"Then why did you save me just now?" Nangong Weidu cried.

"Miss Nangong, this young master is a fake boy, are you sure you want me to save you?" Saving Nangong Weidu means marrying her, and Youfeng brushed off the hand that was holding her robe without any emotion, "You must know , Self-help is the law of survival in this world, and no one can become an eternal reliance!"

Fake boy!Nangong's pupils shrank slightly, unbelievable.

"Fate has treated you well. Compared to the low-level cultivators who fight every day in the territory of ferocious beasts, you are just unlucky in marriage. If you want to save yourself, are you mentally prepared to fight against fate?" You air duct.

"But right now I can't do anything else. I beg you to save me. I'm willing to be a cow and a horse to repay your kindness!" Nangong was slightly anxious. Regardless of what the young man said, he grabbed the corner of Youfeng's robe again, "Young master, I just ask you to marry me, Nangong Weidu is willing to give everything for you, do anything for you, just ask you to marry me!"

"Everything? Anything?" Youfeng sneered, and squatted down to look at her again. There was no light in the dark eyes, like a bottomless abyss without the sun, and it was terribly silent. "What do you think you can do? For me do what?"

"I..." Nangong Weidu stared blankly, unable to answer.She also didn't dare to say that the marriage between herself and Rong He Shang Si could strengthen Rong He Shang Si, because it was self-inflicted humiliation, how could this young man be a person who bows to money?

Time flows quietly, the alley is silent, You Feng realizes that she has been here for more than half an hour, what is she waiting for?Or wait for nothing, just simply want to stand.

Youfeng looked to the southeast, that distant place, and sighed silently in his heart.

"Forget it, fate is so random. Since we met, you belong to him... From now on, learn to do business at Ronghe Shop! If you don't want to, save yourself, my son will save a lot of trouble!"

　After returning from my grandfather’s house, I’m rushing to finish the draft. I’ll try to post another chapter tomorrow. Good night (╯··╰)
　　
　
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