People Are In Fantasy, And Their Cultivation Level Is Always Better Than That Of My Sister.

Jiang Yu, however, acted as if he had not heard anything. Wei Yingluo was so angry that she stamped her feet and watched Jiang Yu lie down.

He stretched out comfortably.

In the West Tower, she listened to many beautiful voices of Jiang Yu and many women.

She wouldn't believe Jiang Yu's lies at all. At most, he was just coveting her body.

In fact, she is self-aware.

In fact, Jiang Yu came to Loulan not for her body, but for Loulan's family.

Jiang Yu is most worried about the old monsters in the life and death realm of Ming Dynasty.

As for Wei Yingluo.

Quan should do it casually, otherwise it would not be Wei Changkong's good intentions.

At this time, Wei Yingluo's soul power was still imprisoned. She didn't understand why her father in the other side treated Jiang Yu so favorably, with a vague sense of fear.

After completing the skill of a cup of tea, Wei Yingluo sat at the tea table and kept thinking.

I even thought about leaving.

But she is afraid of being blocked by the mysterious strong man behind Jiang Yu. Even though she is now in the Soul Palace Realm, she still has no sense of security.

Suddenly, soft snoring was heard.

This guy is asleep!

Unexpectedly, when I fell asleep, I really regarded this as my own home!

Wei Yingluo was stunned.

Does this guy think she is so safe here?

Wei Yingluo looked at Jiang Yu's quiet side face. Jiang Yu was very quiet when he was asleep. He no longer had that face that made people want to slap him.

Even after being bullied by her, she was still at home, with the acquiescence of her father and brother.

Wei Yingluo approached quietly and looked at Jiang Yu's sleeping appearance, and for the first time she felt it was very beautiful.

Women always have strange fantasies and emotions about men who break through their defenses, and even their feelings become strange.

Perhaps, marrying this guy is not so difficult to explain...

Unknowingly, Wei Yingluo was very close to Jiang Yu.

Then.

Jiang Yu, who was sleeping, suddenly pulled him away...

"Ah... you bastard, you... you pretend to be asleep!" Wei Yingluo's face turned pale.

But he has been restrained and cannot break free.

The distance was very close, and the faint fragrance that Zhao Feng Lou met for the first time invaded his nostrils again.

"Wei Yingluo, tea ceremony cannot be accomplished overnight."

"It takes long-term experience and perseverance to study. There are some teas in this world that are more flavorful than Peerless Grade snow lotus."

Wei Yingluo couldn't listen to it, she was as hard to control as a sow during the New Year.

A strong sense of crisis enveloped the whole body.

"Jiang Yu, if you dare to mess around, I..."

Then.

"I am the most intimidated man in my life. Not to mention you, a Celestial Beast Sacred Body. Even if I am in the realm of enlightenment today, I will still fight with my sword!"

Jiang Yu's voice fell.

In the blink of an eye, Hongyu fell.

His pupils suddenly dilated, his teeth bit his lips, and blood oozed out.

Just like the oxygen-deprived fish greedily breathing the only air, like the people in the northern wilderness who go to the Central Plains and get drunk on oxygen.

"Teach you a poem that will last through the ages."

Jiang Yu spoke slowly, letting her feel the same.

"The forest ends with the water source and becomes a mountain. There is a small mouth in the mountain. Entering from the mouth, it is very narrow at first, and then you can reach people. After walking for dozens of steps, you suddenly become enlightened..."

Luo Xiao hangs the mist, and the ring wears the breeze

The crimson festival follows the golden mother, and the cloud heart holds the jade boy

Deeper and quieter, it rains in the morning

a long time.

Wei Yingluo looked at Jiang Yu with an unknown look in her eyes.

"Even if you get my people, you can't get my heart." Wei Yingluo gritted her teeth.

Jiang Yu turned his head and looked at Wei Yingluo.

"Who said I want to win your heart?" Jiang Yu asked.

Wei Yingluo was suffocated and didn't know how to answer, so she could only stare at Jiang Yu.

But Jiang Yu threw down a bottle of elixir.

"What is this? Prostitution?" Wei Yingluo felt unspeakable anger welling up all over her body.

"Is this how you understand it?" Jiang Yu smiled slightly, "That's okay."

Wei Yingluo held a soft sword in her hand and was about to stab Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu grabbed it with a backhand, but stopped just three minutes away from Wei Yingluo's face.

"You are too weak. This is a special case. If it happens next time, the whole Loulan will be buried with you."

"Remember, I keep your face not to give you face, but to give Wei Changkong face..."

Wei Yingluo was suddenly filled with bone-chilling coldness. She looked at Jiang Yu with complicated eyes and had no doubt that Jiang Yu would really do it.

"Jiang Yu, you are so heartless, I hate you..." Wei Yingluo tilted her head, tears falling silently.

"If you want revenge, practice hard. Revenge requires a price, and the best capital is yourself."

The second day.

"Uncle, the city lord said that if you and the young lady wake up, please come to the main hall to talk." Qinghui's voice sounded outside the window, with a faint blush on her face and a shallow smile, but she heard it clearly.

This girl also didn't sleep all night. She spent the whole night curious at the door and finally got the answer she wanted.

"Come in." Jiang Yu seemed to have become the master of this boudoir.

Qinghui came in with his servants, carrying hot water, towels, and brewed tea.

Qinghui is good, and she has already taken a liking to this new uncle.

Jiang Yu was there like an old god, and he finished dressing under Qing Fu's service.

Only then did Wei Yingluo realize that the inseparable Liangshu who had been following Jiang Yu was missing.

He frowned immediately, but found that he couldn't get up.

Suddenly he rolled his eyes at Jiang Yu with hatred.

"Get ready, there are very important things today." Jiang Yu looked at Wei Yingluo with a cold tone, as if nothing happened yesterday.

"You don't care..." Wei Yingluo dared to retort and met Jiang Yu's eyes.

Realizing that Jiang Yu's deep gaze seemed to be full of oppression, he suddenly didn't dare to speak.

And inside the city lord's palace.

Almost all the prominent figures in Loulan City have gathered in the lobby.

They all looked at Wei Changkong who was standing with great curiosity, and the main seat that had been occupied by Wei Changkong was actually empty today...