Yan Nanji and Qin Tieniu came together. When they heard Leng Qingshuang's words, they stopped moving. Their heart was filled with joy that could not be kept in their pockets!

Junior Sister Leng doesn’t want this marriage at all!

With this understanding, Yan Nanji seemed to be full of energy and her eyes were as firm as iron, otherwise she would have made a secret decision!

In front of the mansion, the mansion from Dai was still arguing: "Grandma, my parents' orders are more important than the sky, and there is also Leng. Dai's token exchanges between the two mansions. If you speak like this, aren't you afraid of losing the face of Leng's mansion? You are outside

He deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors and was driven out of the Medicine God Sect. He didn't care about both the palaces, but when he arrived in the northern border, he would be so willful, right?"

The parents and family were filled with heavy burdens on her shoulders, making her breathless.

Like the shackles of maggots on the tars, gnawing every inch of flesh and blood on her body in the name of benevolence.

Leng Qingshuang bit her lower lip lightly, thinking that it was her own business. Always making trouble in the city lord's mansion was not a solution. It would be better to go back to the north first, face it alone, and make the words clear.

Leng Qingshuang was about to respond when she saw someone coming from behind, her feet were filled with wind, her robe sleeves were lightly raised, and the scent of golden copper and her handsome face were unimaginable.

"Yan..."

Leng Qingshuang's red lips moved slightly, and Yan Nanji's slender and slightly cool index finger pressed against her lips, blocking her next words in her throat.

Leng Qingshuang frowned and looked at Yan Nanji suspiciously, but the touch of her lips made her heart tremble.

"Don't speak out, just be responsible for being as beautiful as a flower behind your senior brother."

Yan Nanji raised her thin lips and smiled, revealing her beautiful tiger teeth and dimples. Her eyes, which were full of warm and handsome youthful aura.

Perhaps because I have long been accustomed to Yan Nanji's irrelevant situation, Leng Qingshuang is a little confused when she sees this scene.

However, just a moment before the wind, Yan Nanji shook the golden fan that appeared like a magic trick, leisurely and leisurely walked in front of Leng Qingshuang, protecting her behind her.

Leng Qingshuang looked at the back in front of her, her face full of complexity, opened her mouth, but she couldn't say what she wanted to say.

"Who are you?"

The servants of Dai Mansion looked up and down at Yan Nanji.

Before coming to Mocheng, the master of Dai's mansion warned him that this marriage was to repair it with the Emperor's fiancée, so that he would not offend the one named Ye.

"I am your wealthy father."

Yan Nanji closed the golden fan and hit the head of the servant of Dai Mansion.

The servants of Dai's mansion looked at each other, and everyone onlookers were also stunned.

"presumptuous!"

The beating servant was angry and embarrassed, "I am a native of Dai Mansion in the North. How dare you be so rude?"

At this point, the servant looked at Leng Qingshuang behind Yan Nanji, "Grandma, do you want to see this barbarian man humiliate us? You don't care about Leng and Dai's relationship?"

The words "Young Grandma" are particularly harsh for Yan Nanji.

Yan Nanji smiled, and a dangerous dark tide emerged deep in her eyes, a bloodthirsty and solemn aura was quietly waiting to go.

boom!

The next moment, Yan Nanji spread her long arms, and a strong wind blew up, and the golden fan in her hand opened.

The fan bone suddenly changed, turning into twelve golden weapons and flew out, completely piercing through the talker!

"Take it—"

Twelve golden weapons broke out, but were not stained with any blood. They circled back into Yan Nanji's hand at an extremely fast speed and turned into a golden folding fan.

Yan Nanji took a step forward and slowly shook the fan. The servant fell to the ground with twelve blood holes on his body.

The servants of Dai's mansion were no longer arrogant and retreated repeatedly, frightened. They were about to run away when Yan Nanji said, "Stop!"

Dozens of slaves stopped, shivered, anxious, and looked at the man holding the fan with fear.

"Go back and tell your master that he wants to marry my junior sister Leng, even if he smokes in his ancestral grave."

Yan Nanji gently tilted the folding fan, slowly and authentic.

"I don't know...you...you're the name?"

A slave asked risked his life.

Yan Nanji stopped shaking the fan and stared at the slave. She wore a robe without wind and said, "Baizhou Yan family, Yan Nanji."

The young master of Baizhou, the Qing Dynasty, the Nine Continents of Divine Vein!

The servants' faces changed drastically, and they rolled and crawled away.

Yan Nanji looked at their backs and his hands holding the fan handle increased some force until the joints turned white due to excessive force!

Those who he cares carefully must not be trampled by these grandchildren!

no way!


Chapter completed!