Quick Transmigration System: Female Supporting Wish Letter

Chapter 710 Wife Lord, Please Come to Couch (8)

In fact, Mr. Si Liu was not wrong, but he later relied on the original owner's love for him to make mistakes every step of the way, and became a person with supreme power. Even if he is not wrong now, her mission is also the same, which makes him regret it.

Now it's time to go to the general's mansion to clean up her face, and she still has to meet her future daughter-in-law.

If the time comes when he marries him at will, it will be bad if he complains to him, so hurry up and check his favorability.

Ordering the coachman to stop not far away, Ji Luo, relying on his memory, swept into the General's Mansion with ease.

The original owner's lightness kung fu is really amazing, she walked all the way through the courtyard wall at the back door, but no one found her, but she knew where the general's mansion was, but she didn't know where Yun Zhewu lived, so she could only try her luck.

When the cat entered the back garden of the general's mansion, she heard the conversation of two servants, probably about sending something to the son's courtyard, Ji Luo's eyes lit up, son, isn't it just clouds and fog?
He is the only son in this huge general's mansion, and General Yun doesn't even have a daughter.

She waited on the rockery for a long time, and did not come out until after a stick of incense. She walked in the direction that the servant had walked just now. After walking not far away, she heard the sound of swords in the courtyard next to her. The sound was sonorous and powerful. , with a swishing sound when cutting through the air, presumably this sword practicer is also quite skilled.

Ji Luo climbed up to the wall, and saw a man in red clothes not far away, holding a sword in his plain hand, and the sword was turning flexibly on his wrist. He saw his sword lightly sweeping towards the ground, and the fallen leaves on the ground were like dead leaves and butterflies. , were all swept into the air, like snow, falling on the man's head, shoulders, including the robe, there were leaves.

The scene is indescribably magnificent, if only the man had no veil on his face.

Ji Luo felt quite sorry, but now she was almost sure that the man was her fiancé—Yun Zhewu.

Oh no, the imperial decree should not have arrived yet, he is not her fiancé yet.

"Who?"

Still in a trance, the man's gaze outside the veil suddenly looked over here, like an eagle's eye, tightly locked onto Ji Luo on the wall, Ji Luo was still admiring his vigilance, but the other party didn't care. Raising the sword mercilessly, a sword energy swept towards Ji Luo.

She turned over and jumped, dodging the sword energy, took a step in the air, and landed directly in front of Yun Zhewu in a blink of an eye.

Yun Zhewu didn't expect his attack to be in vain. Seeing Ji Luo approaching him so presumptuously, he raised his sword again, and the tip of the sword was facing Ji Luo, with a cold light shining on it. .

She staggered the sword, and stretched out her hand. Between stretching and retracting, she directly grasped Yun Zhewu's hand. With a light pinch, Yun Zhewu felt that her hand was not strong enough, and the sword in her hand fell directly to the ground, sending out sound.

Although the crisis was over, Ji Luo didn't let go of Yun Zhewu's hand. His hand was like the best suet, which made people love it.

Ji Luo pulled his hand and said with a smile: "I almost lost my life. You are a man with such a temper. Be careful not to marry."

Being ridiculed by Ji Luo, Yun Zhewu looked away from her face. This woman has such an outstanding appearance, but she is so rude. She really is like a woman in the world. His body is controlled by others, but his mouth can't be idle. , Ironically said: "I've never heard of someone who can break into other people's houses at will, just like a thief."

Ji Luo shrugged, and suddenly let go of Yun Zhewu's hand. As soon as he let go, Yun Zhewu's eyes flashed, and he wanted to pick up the sword and continue to attack Ji Luo. , the sword flew directly into her hand, and Yun Zhewu, who was about to pick up the sword, naturally fell into nothing.

(End of this chapter)