The lovely wife is a vicious female supporting role?

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and hit the wind again.

He was only one day late, and wanted to avoid suspicion, but ended up disappearing.

What a bunch of people who are always causing trouble but can't do anything good.

Situ Changkong clenched his fingers slightly, feeling angry at the assassins he had trained.

But he still couldn't show his emotions openly.

It would be better to say that these are just some small sects making trouble and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The main ones are the three from the Ji family.

"Don't worry, Master hasn't come out of retreat yet, which means it's not a big deal."

He said it calmly.

After all, if things really got out of hand, his master should have come out of seclusion long ago.

If you haven't gone through customs, it means there is no big problem.

Seeing how calm their young master was, his subordinates couldn't help but strengthen their confidence.

dong dong dong.

"Brother, are you there?" A man's voice came from outside the door.

After hearing this, the subordinates disappeared instantly.

It's so urgent, what are you in such a hurry for!

Situ Changkong showed displeasure on his face.

The person outside is the junior fellow apprentice with whom I made a deal.

He's just a kid who's been favored by the big boss. In fact, he's not even a commoner. He keeps urging us!

Although he said this in his heart, he had to go and meet him.

Whoever has power is your boss. This saying is applicable in any world.

Wang Fanye looked at the open door and a smile appeared on his ordinary face.

"Senior brother."

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"So boring..."

An Xinran was lying on the bed, looking blankly at the ceiling above.

Since the last time, my mother strictly forbade me to continue practicing.

But even if you don’t take the initiative to practice.

The firewood-burning fighting method in his body also burned with every breath.

The internal organs have completed their tempering and completed a cycle.

To some extent, it can actually be considered as a semi-automatic exercise.

This also made her understand what favor she owed to others at that time.

To repay, should I pledge my love to him/her?

Hey hey hey.

The girl hugged her bedding and rolled around on the bed three times.

It’s just a pity that the girl’s mother is the only stumbling block on this road.

And her current cultivation has reached the third level of Qi training.

What’s more, his cultivation level increased inexplicably after that day.

The most incredible thing is...

The burning sword flickered slightly, and a red shadow appeared.

She looked at An Xinran rolling back and forth on the bed, with a hint of doting in her eyes.

To some extent, she can indeed be said to be like a younger sister because of her appearance.

"Sister, have you rested well?"

An Xinran looked at the shadow emerging from the sword and stopped rolling around on the bed. She watched with some happiness.

What's inexplicable is that I can feel a sense of intimacy coming from deep in my blood.

"Yeah, I slept for a really long time."

There was a hint of reminiscence in the eyes of the woman in red.

How many years has it been? A thousand years? Or ten thousand years?

I can't remember clearly.

"By the way, you should let a guy take a look at you!"

The red-dressed woman's expression changed slightly.

"My existence may be related to something quite significant. Are you sure you want to tell others?"

When most people encounter such an adventure, don't they try to keep it to themselves?

Why is this little girl...

"But if it weren't for him, I would still be suffering from physical problems now."

The girl shook her head. She didn't think she should hide the truth from Zhao Qian.

"Really? As long as you're happy." His hand gently brushed over the girl's head.

"Hey, I'm leaving now!"

I packed up simply and prepared to go out.

Before leaving, he called Aunt Han and passed by his hanging father.

They walked into the city, and then the happy expression on her face became dull.

"What are you doing here?"

She was surrounded by a bunch of playboys from the city.

"Nothing, Miss An, this is just, I want to get to know you better."

A dude rubbed his hands and looked at An Xinran with a smile.

It’s the second young master of the Huang family.

His elder brother went to a slightly famous sect, so he was considered a rather domineering person in Anling City.

Moreover, his talent is quite good. At the age of just over ten, he has almost reached the threshold of the foundation-building stage.

An Xinran had a cold face. When these people mocked her before, she was the most harsh in mocking her.

Each of them regarded themselves as something in An Ping's pocket, as if if An Ping did not choose them, An Xinran would not be able to find a suitable husband.

"What do you want to do?" Aunt Han stood in front of An Xinran.

"Hey, don't worry. We just want to chat with Miss An and improve our relationship. After all, we are from the same city."

The second young master of the Huang family chuckled and looked at An Xinran with lustful eyes.

"Miss An, as people from the same city, how about we exchange our cultivation experiences together?"

An Xinran showed disgust on her face and took two steps back.

The Huang family had already broken his Yuan Yang body, otherwise he would have established the foundation of cultivation long ago.

Aunt Han frowned. What was wrong with these people? Why were they so arrogant?

The magic power in his body gathered and pushed them back.

"Tsk, tsk, you're just not giving me face, right?"

The second young master of the Huang family took a few steps back, and the smile on his face gradually faded.

He looked at An Xinran and stretched out his hand, wanting to bypass Aunt Han and touch her directly.

"Are you planning to go find that beggar liar again? Come on, you're chasing that guy around every day. What? Do you really think..."

bass!

There was the sound of a sharp blade, and a stream of blood spurted out.

The second young master of the Huang family looked at the wound on his palm, and then looked at the girl in front of him with a gloomy face.

He has always been taught by his father that only with strength can one have everything.

This guy in front of me has no way to practice.

Even though her status is so noble, she is the only daughter of the city lord.

so what?

Unable to cultivate, she was doomed to live less than a hundred years.

According to the saying on this continent, it is just used as a wedding dress.

She is the starting point for her to take control of this city. Only a strong man can have everything.

Dad also said that fights between younger generations usually don't involve him.

Let him do it with confidence.

If it weren’t for that little beggar who always liked to run around, An Xinran in front of him would have been his long ago.

now......

The second young master of the Huang family looked at the scars on his hands, and a trace of gloom flashed across his face.

This is, if you don't accept the toast, you will be punished.

"Can you say that again?"

An Xinran held the four-foot-long sword in her hand. Her face was stern as she stared at the person in front of her.

"Don't worry, he's weak and you can't beat him in one round..."

The gentle words accompanied her, as if the woman in red was holding her in her arms.

dong dong dong dong!

The heart in her chest began to beat wildly, causing a flash of red in her eyes.

His breathing gradually became deeper, and his body became slightly depressed.

"on!"

Following the order from the second young master of the Huang family, the guys around him rushed forward together.

He is his father's most beloved son. His father said that he has an extremely high talent in spiritual practice.

In his opinion, it was just a scolding at most.

However, looking at the proud figure of the girl in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little greedy.

She is me...

The next moment he activated his spiritual power and jumped up...

boom!

The next moment, he fell directly on the ground, and countless branches sprang out from the ground, binding him to the ground.

"Although I am very grateful for your help, I still want to do this myself..."

A man's voice came from not far away.

An Xinran put down the sword in his hand.

In the distance, two people were walking together.

An Xinran looked over there happily after hearing that.

Zhao Qian, wearing a dark blue gown and short hair, was walking slowly towards them.