A few days ago, after Lu Yun settled the matter of the Liu family's secret method of blood inheritance, he told Ye Qingcheng that he was going to the capital to do important things, and then left.

But Ye Qingcheng was thinking wildly.

Do you think that you were too proactive that day and scared Lu Yun, so he avoided you like this?

Ye Qingcheng suddenly missed the past days very much.

At that time, she didn't know that Lu Yun was the God of Yuntian. She only regarded him as a careless little boy who would often pull his ears in response to Lu Yun's gentle tugging, slow twisting, and repeated thrusts.

He also pretended to be reserved, and despite his deep desire, he had to put on a cold face.

I don’t know if I can ever go back to days like this.

Ever since the battle at Tianzhan Peak, when Lu Yun defeated hundreds of artificial gods, everything seemed to have become different.

Sisters each have their own opportunities.

Lu Yun is also often away from home.

These things all invisibly affected Ye Qingcheng's state of mind.

If time could go back, Ye Qingcheng would no longer be as cold as before, and she would cherish the days spent with Lu Yun and her sisters even more.

certainly.

It may be too late to say this now.

Ye Qingcheng retracted his complicated thoughts and sighed quietly, only to find that Mo Qingwan was also in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Miss Mo?"

Ye Qingcheng shouted in confusion, which woke Mo Qingwan up.

Mo Qingwan said subconsciously: "Sister Qingcheng, can you ask Lu Yun when he will have time?"

She was only born a little earlier than Wang Binning, so calling her 'Sister Qingcheng' didn't have much of a problem.

But what she said was very problematic.

Ye Qingcheng immediately stared at her with more suspicion and asked: "Is it important whether Xiao Lu Yun goes to your wedding?"

When will he have time?

Doesn't this sentence mean that I have to ask Lu Yun first when he is free, and then decide when to hold the wedding banquet? Anyway, I must let Lu Yun attend.

Ye Qingcheng seemed to notice an unusual aura.

I sighed in my heart.

Lu Yun, you are a murderer of thousands of swords, why do you go around causing love debts? You can't even give me an explanation here, and you dare to go out to mess around with women. I really want to help you solve all your worries with a sword!

Ye Qingcheng clenched her pink fist tightly.

"No, Sister Qingcheng, you misunderstood. I just... just thought that Lu Yun is my friend and I should invite him to my wedding banquet. If he is really unavailable, just... forget it!"

The more Mo Qingwan talked, the less confident she became.

The more you explain, the more you cover up.

Ye Qingcheng saw this and asked after a moment of silence: "Are you sincere to him?"

"ah?"

Mo Qingwan was startled and said nervously: "You...what are you talking about? How could I like Lu Yun? I said he is just a friend of mine..."

"I'm talking about Liu Zifeng."

"..."

There followed several minutes of silence.

Ye Qingcheng didn't know how to comfort him.

She was even jealous of Chu Yao, so how could she share it with Lu Yun so casually? She finally decided to ignore it and let Lu Yun settle his love debt by himself.

Thinking too much makes my brain hurt.

"You sit in the living room for a while. I'll make a call and ask him if he can come back within half a month."

Ye Qingcheng stood up and said something, then entered the room with a cold face, dialed the phone and said: "Lu Yun, I have something very serious to tell you."

"What's the matter, Sister Qingcheng, I'm busy."

"Busy? Haha, where are you trying to persuade good people to go to sea, and to persuade people to be good?"

"Sister Qingcheng, what are you talking about? Why do you look so weird?"

"You are the one who is so yin and yang!"

Ye Qingcheng paused and said coldly: "Your lover came to see you and said that he will get married within half a month and asked if you are free to attend her wedding banquet."

Lu Yun was suddenly confused: "Lover? Where did the lover come from? Sister Qingcheng, please explain clearly!"

"Haha, I don't even know who my lover is. It seems like you have a lot of romantic debts?"

Ye Qingcheng continued to say angrily: "There is either a problem with my technique here, or the time has not come yet, but I am having so much fun outside, where did you put me... where did you put Chu Yao?"

"I was wronged!"

Lu Yun was really confused this time. He could feel Ye Qingcheng's jealousy through the phone, as if it was about to overflow.

But he really doesn’t know what’s going on!

"Sister Qingcheng, tell me carefully, who is going to get married?"

"The one from the Mo family!"

Fourth sister?

Lu Yun was stunned. The first thing he thought of was Wang Binning, thinking that Lu Qing'e was causing trouble again and wanted to force Wang Binning to marry someone.

But if you think about it carefully, it's not right.

If Wang Binning was really forced to marry, she would definitely contact her through the mental circle.

Lu Yun did not receive Wang Binning's call.

Moreover, it is impossible for Ye Qingcheng to describe Wang Binning as "that person from the Mo family".

So Lu Yun's mind turned around and he asked tentatively: "Mo Qingwan?"

"Humph, you are finally willing to admit it, right? How dare you say that you didn't mess around? Lu Yun, you are really going too far!"

Ye Qingcheng seemed to have grabbed Lu Yun by the tail of a mouse and kept venting his anger.

Lu Yun was about to cry but had no tears: "I don't, Sister Qingcheng, you have already made it so specific. Who else can you say besides Mo Qingwan? She and I are innocent."

When did Mo Qingwan become his lover?

Lu Yun admitted that there was some misunderstanding when he first met Mo Qingwan, but wasn't that because he mistook her for Wang Binning?

As for that time in the Sword Emperor Sect, it was clearly Mo Qingwan who wanted to take off her mask first. She was the one who made the move first, so why did it fall on her?

Besides.

Why should I, Lu Yun, be responsible for what that outlaw Zhang San did?
Chapter completed!