The female supporting actress in the vase opened the main text volume Yang Yuying hooked her arms around Ouyang Xue's neck, leaned her head on his shoulder, and turned her head. She couldn't help but smile when she smelled the faint fragrance of plants and trees in his bun.

It is the most comfortable to hold yourself.

Ouyang Xue is still dazzling, ice and snow are the gods, beautiful jade turns into bones, and is clear and clear. She has the coldness of keeping people from thousands of miles away, but also a hint of warmth, which makes people involuntarily afraid to get close and want to get close.

He is a banished immortal from heaven.

But even if it is an immortal, he can walk across mountains and rivers across mud, and pave the road with ice and snow, and try to be as clean as possible. After rushing around for several days and nights, he will not be refreshed.

Ouyang Xue was a little late.

Well, because he must take a shower and change his clothes.

"I've met Lord Cui."

The four brothers of the Wang family arrived later. They were also wearing the clean official uniforms of the Imperial City, with a cloak on their shoulders, majestic, but their heads were still a little wet, and they were not as skilled as Ouyang Manor Master.

As soon as he entered the door, the four brothers saluted Yang Yuying first, "My Lord Yang has an order, and we will obey the orders of all of you."

"No gifts... Just call me Cui Ling."

Yang Yuying smiled.

Cui Ling is not surnamed Cui.

She doesn't even know what her surname is.

"Thank you all for your hard work, let's go and rest first."

The four brothers of the Wang family were not at all visible on their faces. They left the door respectfully and stood outside the door of the tavern as the doorpost. However, they were moved in private and wanted to cry.

Thank you for your hard work? Not for your hard work!

Lord Cuiling's words are human words!

The experiences along the way, they still think about it in a dream.

How did they slid up such a high mountain in one go? How did they slid from the instantly formed ice surface to the foot of the mountain?

Big rivers, big rivers, reefs and torrents.

After all obstacles, you will be on the ground.

How powerful and casual it sounds? But if you really try it, it’s a word that’s exhausting? It’s simply a life-threatening fight.

Ouyang Manor Lord is not a human being.

In the strong windy wine shop.

Everyone's eyes fell on Ouyang Xue.

Ouyang Xue held Yang Yuying, put her on the table, slowly walked behind her and stood still, and said softly: "The information is complete."

Yang Yuying glanced at the system interface, with a slightly surprised expression, coughed, then blinked and smiled: "That's only the east wind."

The rain outside the window gradually stopped, and the sun shone in, placing a layer of light on Yang Yuying's tips and cheeks.

The two of them have a clear understanding of each other and have not spoken out. The other party already knows that the aura is round and can only accommodate each other and ignore everything around them.

The woman in black in the Demon Sect was still lying on the ground, struggling desperately, unable to struggle, and was shocked.

The last time she was beaten to no avail, she was the day when she went to see the Demon Sect leader with the Lord.

"Si...Siko!"

The woman in black tried to lift up a little strength and shouted sternly.

A gust of wind blew outside the window, rolling up a few dead leaves, quietly.

The woman in black looked ashen and said sternly: "Do you know that she offended my Feiying Hall and offended my Demon Sect..."

"Quarrel."

Ouyang Xue said softly.

The ice and snow spread, sealing the lips and tongue of the woman in black.

Yang Yuying glanced at her, then turned around and continued to talk to the owner of the manor: "It seems that this time it is a big project, how many people have you brought?"

“Not much.”

The fat man flicked into the door sideways and said respectfully: "Three hundred soldiers of the Imperial City Command and three hundred imperial guards, forty people were lost on the road, leaving 56."

Yang Yuying nodded: "Plus with Mengran, it must be enough."

The two of them said their own words on their own, and the restaurant guests, Jiang Wan, and Song Sheng were all at a loss.

Song Sheng stood at the window and looked out. The man in black collapsed and stumbled on the ground, densely packed, at least thirty.

"My God."

Bai Yifeng looked over at some point, "Is it true or false?"

Can't these disciples of the Demon Sect be fake?

How could this be done?

"They fell easily, don't we all seem to be idiots? I even sent the wolf dog to send a message. When my relatives and friends from Xiuyu Villa arrived together, I knew that the guys who scared us so much that they didn't dare to move for three days would be killed without even looking at them. How could we bear the face?"

Song Sheng felt a little hot for a moment.

He actually knows the Demon Sect very well and has dealt with the Demon Sect. Among the various Demon Sects, the Feiying Hall has the least number of people, but they are all elite. In the entire Demon Sect, they are also one of the most vicious and insidious masters.

Song Sheng stared silently outside the window, and there were countless people camping not far away. The red and yellow imperial city flags and the black-bottomed forbidden flags of the imperial guards were swaying, and people were surging, but there was no slight chaos.

They are obviously elite soldiers.

Although he was in the world, the Dashun Dynasty was not a weak court, and there were countless masters in the court who had little reputation.

The Imperial Guard and the Imperial City Department are the places where masters gather.

Even if this banished immortal destroyed the disciples of the Demon Sect without seeing each other, I am afraid that the Demon Sect will not get much benefit.

The Demon Sect was very popular and dominated the Western Regions, but they dared not provoke the court!

Song Sheng's thoughts were changing thousands of times, but his eyes unconsciously fell on Yang Yuying's face.

The Ouyang Manor stood behind Cui Ling and talked to her, and could even mobilize the Imperial City Division and the Imperial Army.

Who is Miss Cuiling?

Song Sheng was shocked, but he couldn't help but be curious.

"ah!"

Jiang Wan suddenly exclaimed.

Song Sheng was shocked and turned to look at her. He saw that Jiang Wan's face was swollen with naked eyes, red and purple, shocking.

Jiang Wan's tears surged outwards, and he gently touched his cheek with his hand, which made him feel so painful.

"Who? Who is it?"

She didn't see anyone hit her!

Song Sheng glanced at Ouyang Xue.

Jiang Wan instantly reacted. In the Dafeng Restaurant, if anyone else could beat her silently, there would definitely be only one person.

Her eyes fell on Ouyang Xue, and suddenly she shrank a little, feeling aggrieved and frightened in her heart. She opened her mouth and before she could speak, she let Song Sheng hold her arm.

Song Sheng smiled bitterly.

He didn't say anything. After Ouyang Xue finished speaking with Yang Yuying, he brought her new clothes and watched her change. Then he turned his head silently to look at Jiang Wan: "You're a slut, you should beat me!"

Jiang Wan took three steps back and shrank his head behind Song Sheng.

Song Sheng hesitated for a moment, pressed Jiang Wan with his backhand, and sighed softly: "You deserve some lessons, and you won't apologize!"

Jiang Wan's tears fell to the ground, and a huge sense of humiliation arose in her heart. Shut up and say nothing.

Ouyang Xue was about to leave, but when she saw Jiang Wan's red eyes, she stopped and suddenly smiled.

"You feel very wronged?"

Song Sheng complained secretly in his heart.

Ouyang Xue looked at Jiang Wan quietly for a moment: "You feel wronged now, but you never thought that when you speak bad words, will others feel wronged?"

He stared at the sword in his hand, "If there is another time, I will pull your tongue out."

Ouyang Xue's voice was extremely cold, like the ice that had been deposited for millions of years fell on people's hearts.

Sweat rolled on Jiang Wan's face, and she wanted to muster up her courage, raised her head, raised her chest, and asked viciously: Why are you teaching me a lesson? Are you still bullying the weak?

Without saying anything in her belly, her breath became weaker, her whole body trembled, and her face was so painful that it could hardly bear it.

When did Jiang Wan suffer such anger in the past eighteen years?

What's even more terrifying is that when she stood here and faced this person, the things that could give her confidence and make her speak out in the past seemed to have disappeared.

Ouyang Xue curled the corners of her lips, but she no longer looked at Jiang Wan, just thinking that she did not exist.

After a while, Yang Yuying had already taken a shower and changed her clothes, combed her hair again, put on the black robe of the Imperial City Department, put on a bright red cloak, and had a precious sword hanging on her waist, making her look refreshed.
To be continued...