C17 (1/2)

Every youth liked to pretend to be mature, and when he was really old, he would miss his youth and his insolence.

Spirit is the latter, while Zhu Yue is the former. The combination happened to be a circle, so they went out.

Feng Yueqi was so solicitous that he recommended seven places to Zhu Yue. In the end, he even praised both Moon and Spirit were a perfect match made in heaven.

The result of flattering was naturally being kicked by a horse. Zhu Yue raged and was about to smash the shop.

Feng Jian was scared out of his wits. In addition to being guilty, he was also apologizing.

”This lady is so impressive. Master Feng, where's your cultivation?” ”Haha …”

Another one who didn't take it to heart came. Being a distinguished person in the imperial capital could make a lot of money. However, no one could bear the temper of these young masters and young misses. The one who could hear the sound of their conversation was a regular customer here. His cultivation base was not high, but every time he came, he would have at least three Soul Sword bodyguards by his side. As for why he was here? I don't see him doing anything serious, either.

He was the self-proclaimed number one young master of the Demonic Clan, the arrogant descendant of his clan. His father was Lang Ning, a Mage with a high cultivation base. His real name was Liu Da, but he added a ”hi” in the middle for the reason that it seemed like his ”Da” was innately born.

Compared to Zhu Yue, this identity was thousands of miles away. Feng Jian didn't want to bother with him. This guy was too stingy, and he often got into fights here.

”Should I let Miss Zhu fix him?” The countless grievances of the wise have long seen that the spirit is a hard character. He was on the verge of death when he arrived, but two days later, he was still full of vigor and vitality. It was obvious that he was a rich man from the Golden City with a secret technique.

Lang Kuang, who was dressed in brocade clothes, dragged the four Soul Sword cultivators into the crowd's field of vision. On the second level of Sword Management, he could be considered quite handsome. He had a well-proportioned body, but his skin was a bit darker. When he saw that Zhu Yue was pretty, he immediately changed his words. ”I say, it's not fair. How do you do things? The matters of pretty girls are all major matters.”

Feng Jian's eyes turned black, and he decided not to speak.

Zhu Yue was burning with anger. 'Aren't you courting death by coming over here?' She narrowed her eyes and smiled at him.

Lang took a few arrogant and vulgar steps forward. ”Does this young lady have a companion?” He glanced at Ling Jun with a cold expression, ”Drag this brat out and beat him up.”

Zhu Yue twirled her right index finger, laughed and said, ”Come here.”

”Lang Kui immediately spread out his hands and signaled for them not to move for the time being.” ”Forget it, forget it. He seems quite obedient.” He raised his head and puffed out his chest, flicked his sleeves and walked towards Zhu Yue. ”His head was still shaking in search of praise.” There are no women in the capital that I am unable to deal with. Even if they are rich and powerful, they should stay by my side. ” He had such confidence. ”Firstly, he relied on his father as a mage and his large family.” It's not like we have no relatives in the capital. ”

Secondly, there were no experts in the outer regions of the capital. Mages, swordsmen, and other unofficial personnel were all regarded as traitors and hunted down as soon as they saw one. Out of the four Soul Sword cultivators beside him, two of them were close to breaking through to the spirit sword. With them protecting him, what was there to be afraid of?

Lang Kuang had just taken three steps away from his bodyguard when he felt a black shadow flash past him, followed by a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Hong, his body was supported by his four bodyguards.

”Who, who the f * * k hit me?” ”He struggled to shake off his bodyguard and looked around before his gaze landed on Ling Jun.” ”Go, annihilate him.”

The four people behind didn't dare to move. Who dares to smash this place? Too much. They had all experienced Zhu Yue's movement technique. Who dared to move?

They didn't move. Zhu Yue was moving, her hands were clinking together. Step by step, he walked towards Lang Dong.