My Cold and Beautiful Wife

Bai Qianhao sullenly muttered, "Don't grandpa always teach us to judge the current situation and weigh the situation, should the overall situation be more important?"

"Why this time it's Grandpa's turn to worry about his own face?"

"Bold!"

Bai Zhongkang glared at his grandson: "You still taught Grandpa!?"

"Qianhao! Stop talking! Go on!"

Bai Qianhao was not convinced: "Am I wrong?

Hanxiang Pavilion is out of order! This marriage failed! "

"Then Jiang Chengfeng brought people from the Xuanxiao faction, isn't he just telling us that the trend is over?"

"At this time, you are still holding on, don't marry Bai Qianluo, wait to be destroyed by the Yuling faction!"

"Boom!"

Bai Zhongkang kicked directly, kicking Bai Qianhao away! "Stopping brat! A Jiang Chengfeng scared you like this?

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Bai Jingting hurriedly persuades: "Father calms down, Qian Hao also considers the school and the Bai family!"

"Our hidden front sword pavilion is not Hanxiang Pavilion, and it hasn't fallen to the point where anyone can handle it!"

"I will find a way to contact the godly ancestors in Duimen, and I will definitely protect the sword pavilion!"

"A little outside pressure makes me so timid, how can I be like my descendants of the Baihu family!?"

"Blood! Where is the blood of my Baihu?

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Bai Qianhao was holding his stomach, with a gloomy face, turned his head and left.

Back to his residence, Bai Qianhao angrily smashed the things in the house to pieces! "Old thing! I want to die, but I have to drag us into the water together!!"

"Send away a **** who is a concubine who can solve the crisis, you have to take care of your old face..." A figure in a red dress walked in.

"I said earlier that Bai Zhongkang is a hypocritical dead old man. You must believe that I slander him."

Bai Qianhao turned his head, looking at Huang Linger with complicated eyes.

The woman in the strapless dress, twisting the waist enchantingly, is charming and charming.

"What are you doing?"

"Brother Qianhao, although our wedding date has been delayed, I still bring your fiancée."

"I've heard everything about today..." "So what?"

"Zangfeng Jiange will belong to you in the future, and it will be closely related to me."

"I want to be your woman, so naturally I have to plan for you early."

"In this situation, Bai Zhongkang, a dead old man, may drag everyone to die together..." "Shut up! You are not allowed to say that to my grandpa!"

"Don't pretend..." Huang Linger plunged directly into Bai Qianhao's arms, and said with a smile: "You are obviously just like me, so tired of that old man."

"Huh, don't sow discord," Bai Qianhao said.

"Do you really believe that relying on the ancestors of the gods can save the current Zangfeng sword pavilion?"

"The ancestor of the gods of the Hanxiang Pavilion is still from the Shenlong clan, and none of them saved his descendants."

"In the upper reaches of the eight gates, the downstream disputes are generally not seen."

"It's like our lower sects, will they manage the struggles of those wild tribes?

Who destroys who, how much does it have to do with us? "

"For several tribes to fight, we will fight against other sects?

Impossible..." "Only the weak can eat the strong, so that the major clans of the Hongmeng Universe can continue to grow stronger and remain competitive."

"The ancestors are all rushing to immortality. Just give some care to them on weekdays. It really makes a big mess. Who cares about the life and death of our juniors?"

"This time angered the Yuling faction and was hated by the Jiang family. It is not us who suffers?"

"We obviously have a better choice, why should we accompany Bai Zhongkang's dead old man to die together?"

Huang Ling'er was bewitched and Bai Qianhao was lost in thought.

"Then what do you think?"

"The Yuling faction actually doesn't want to go to war with the Zangfeng sword pavilion, which consumes too much."

"Actually... as long as you hide the front sword pavilion, change your head, and then send Bai Qianluo out... won't everyone be happy?"

Bai Qianhao had already heard a little taste, and his heartbeat accelerated.

"I, Fire Lin Palace, can help Brother Qianhao...a hand..." Huang Linger said, touching Bai Qianhao's cheek with her hand, winking like silk.

Bai Qianhao's restless heart finally couldn't help it, and kissed him... Qian Luoya.

Ye Fan was in the sky, cultivating the latest research.

For Ye Fan now, the recovery has actually been seven or eighty-eight.

He only needs to continuously increase the spirit body, and sooner or later he will be stronger than before.

However, this is far from enough.

To be able to get rid of Ye Wuya's level of control, Ye Fan needs to break through the limit again and again.

Therefore, the greater goal of Ye Fan's cultivation is to have the capital that can make Ban Ye Wuya before the official "resurrection".

He had had enough, the feeling of being played between the palms.

Suddenly, Ye Fan felt that the phantom left in the study was approaching.

He changed positions and returned to the study.

Bai Qianluo, dressed in a long emerald dress, walked in.

She placed a round rabbit lantern in front of Ye Fan.

"This, give it back to you".

Ye Fan was taken aback, "What shall I do if I gave it to you?"

"I don't want it anymore. If you don't want it, just throw it away."

Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry: "It won't be, it's just a lantern".

Bai Qianluo looked at him with cold eyes.

"For you, it may be just a lantern, but for me, it's more than that."

Ye Fan was stunned, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Bai Qianluo turned around, going out of the study.

When he reached the door, the figure had a meal.

"Ye Guhan..." "Huh?"

"I recently felt that when I was with you, I looked like a fool.

If you let me go, I will throb, if you let me stay, I will also throb, what you want me to do, I will listen obediently.

If you give me a paper lantern, I just think about it.

So... let's stop here".

Ye Fan opened his mouth and wanted to say "I'm sorry", but when I thought about it, didn't it mean that there is no silver in this place?

He didn't tease his sister, nor did he pursue women. Bai Qianluo liked him, and he didn't know it beforehand.

How did he know that some of his unintentional actions would cause so many waves in Bai Qianluo's heart?

Bai Qianluo took a deep breath, "I'm going to practice sword."

After the woman left, Ye Fan sighed faintly.

He has experienced too many emotions, vigorous, long flowing water, childhood sweethearts, happy friends, and even reincarnation. He has experienced everything.

Ye Fan could easily understand Bai Qianluo's feelings for this kind of little girl.

However, it was precisely because of the rationality that Ye Fan could hardly be touched.

How can you compare to those confidantes who have been in the same boat with yourself for so many years?

Ye Fan can only feel helpless, but there is nothing he can do about feelings.

Looking up, Ye Fan saw the portrait of Bai Qianluo's mother Ruo Lian hanging on the wall.

"Auntie, I really don't want to make your daughter sad, don't blame me..." Just halfway through the conversation, Ye Fan suddenly noticed the inscription beside this portrait.

"Eh?"

Last time Ye Fan only looked at the characters, but didn't pay attention to the words beside them.

This time, Ye Fan couldn't help but raised his throat! "how come……"