Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Chapter 339 Sudden Dispute
Elder Bai silently compared Ye Shurong and Bai Li in his heart, but he was very angry in the eyes of outsiders, but he didn't care about it for the sake of the Patriarch of the Sword Immortal Lineage.

"As a junior, he is so rude to seniors, it seems Patriarch Bai has relaxed his discipline..."

A neatly dressed man walked up to him, with white hair combed back to his head, dark green slim-fitting clothes like a uniform, a low-key and luxurious familiar style.

Looking behind him, sure enough... a pair of green eyes came into view, the handsome and extraordinary young man stood there quietly, looking at her with his sword in his arms, and smiled slightly.

There are quite a lot of conflicts between the lineage of the Sword Master and the lineage of the Sword Immortal, as can be seen from the words of their elders...

"You're just an elder of that pirated family, why do you care about me?!"

"puff--"

Everyone turned their heads and saw a pink-haired boy spraying out the juice in his mouth. Seeing that it became the focus of others' eyes, he smiled awkwardly.

"Don't worry about me, keep going~" He bit the juice straw again.

"Young master, can you stop being so embarrassing..." The accompanying people couldn't stand it anymore, they could be said to have come to look at this master.

start again...

Chang Ying rolled her eyes to the sky speechlessly, then moved to the side of Ye Shurong, he went to play with the young lady, so he ignored these guys.

The main scene was still going on, Ye Shurong watched the stalemate in the middle, Lin Jin's Tianwai Iron Sword was unsheathed, and Bai Li's Qinglian Sword was also drawn out, blocking the arrogant young man's neck.

The guy who was so domineering just now was so frightened by the cold of the two fierce soldiers that his legs trembled.

"You are just a waste who can't even lift a sword, do you really take yourself seriously?"

Su Zhao didn't have Lin Jin's bearing, so he cursed directly.

"Enough is enough, how can you miss the opening of the secret realm because of an ignorant child?" Elder Bai raised his hand, his black clothes were blown by the sea breeze, and his white hair fluttered like a real sword fairy.

The face of the elder from the lineage of the Sword Immortal has long been suffocated, but he doesn't dare to teach the second generation of cultivators a lesson. It will be fine when he enters the secret realm, and it's none of his business to make any bastards...

The middle-aged samurai standing in the corner sighed, his young lady was unusually quiet today, it was great.

What he didn't see was that Elisa was staring at Ye Shurong all the time, the resentment and viciousness in it was chilling.

However, although the person being stared at noticed it long ago, he completely ignored her and didn't even look at Elisa.

Mo Jiu said goodbye to the secret realm... Will he be here too?

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Ye Shurong's face flushed, and she looked softer and more charming.

Mo Jiu, who covered her whole body with breath, had dim eyes, who was she looking at...?
When the black-haired and green-eyed fairy looked at her, Mo Jiu felt an urge to kill someone, and is she also looking at that person now?

Mo Jiu's breath!
Ye Shurong turned her head quickly, and saw a person wrapped in a cloak, who seemed to see a strand of silver hair.

"Miss!"

Before he could take a closer look, a person rushed over and hugged his arm.

"Chang Ying? Why did you run to my side..."

People from each faction occupy their own side, even if they are very acquainted, they do not stand together, after all, they represent their own family.

When Ye Shurong looked around again, he didn't find that figure anymore, and a trace of disappointment flashed in his heart.

"Miss, don't you like me?"

Chang Ying shook her arm, stars were shining in her purple eyes, the elders of the Chang family had already turned their eyes away silently, ignoring...

It was always difficult for Ye Shurong to regard him as a boy, because he looked too much like a slightly neutral and cute girl.

"No." Ye Shurong reached out and touched the pink hair subconsciously, "It's a pity to cut it off."

(End of this chapter)