Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

Too lazy to pretend to be a fake snake with them, she turned her head and looked at the patriarch Huajiu land.

The patriarch Hua jiudi coughed for a while, and seemed to dislike the style of the flower mother willow leaf. He said, "the third lady just comes home and points out the practice. I'll talk about it another day when I'm free. The third lady, please."

Hua Canling nodded and walked into the long away home with his head held high.

In other people's memory, she may have been married for only a few months, but in her life, it has been more than ten years.

"Please remember, madam and miss, that is the third empress of our Highness's house in front. Please don't call them wrong again."

Dancing sleeves looked at the back of the flower remnant spirit, and some stunned flower mother willow leaves and flowers floated dimly.

"If you call it wrong again, it may become a matter of losing your head." Wu Mo mends his knife behind.

The willow leaves and flowers fluttered and trembled together. They were very unwilling, but they had to bow their heads obediently: "thank you for your tips and instructions."

Wuxiu and Wumo followed in, and the other 20 bodyguards stood guard with guns, one every three meters from the outside to the inside.

The rest of the flower family were a little frightened by the battle, but the patriarch Hua jiudi knew that they were protecting the safety of Hua Canling.

But I was also a little dissatisfied. When the married daughter came back to her mother's house, she had to make a show here, which made his face more or less difficult to hang.

How can it be possible for the women of the family to marry well and high without being affected by the momentum of the woman's husband's family?

Hua Canling pretended not to see his discomfort. He glanced at a dried flower family and asked casually, "where's huazi? Why didn't you see him?"

"Go back to your mother. Huazi doesn't know that your mother arrived today and hasn't returned from the college. Weichen has asked someone to inform him of his return."

Out of the crowd came a man with star eyebrows, long eyes, a big beard, a strong body, and a voice like a bell.

This is the biological father of huazi. Flowers contend.

His wife is an ordinary star people, without the power of hunting spirit. She died not long after giving birth to huazi and his brother Huazhu.

When Hua Canling was still at Hua's house, her biological mother didn't like it, but she was often caressed by the big uncle. Therefore, she had a good relationship with huazi Huazhu.

Hua Canling nodded and said, "thank you, uncle."

"You're welcome, madam." Hua Zhengming put his right hand into his left chest and saluted.

The hillside where Huajia is located is not large, and the gate to the main hall is only about 30 or 40 meters. Both sides are simulated plants formed by light and shadow technology.

These simulated plants are completely different from the exquisite plants in your Highness's house. They are basically two lines of seven colors. They are planted with banyan as the border. Although they are not rich and exquisite, they are also very neat and refreshing.

Unconsciously, the party arrived at the reception hall.

Clan leader Hua jiudi asks Hua Canling to take his seat.

Hua Canling smiled and sat down impolitely.

In the past, this position took nine places.

He has always been very strict with the children of the family, and the more excellent the children are, the tighter the whip is.

Hua Canling is the most outstanding among the new generation. He was not scolded and whipped by the patriarch in the reception hall.

At that time, she thought that one day, she would sit in this position and let Hua jiudi kowtow to her.

No, this day came so early.

Speaking of it, she is really unfilial.

Hua jiudi is her real grandfather.