Twin martial souls, full level charm, enchantress please respect yourself

"Xiyi, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Fanchen held Ye Xi's cold little hand, his deep black eyes were full of sincerity.

This simple sentence fell into Ye Xi's ears, but it seemed to be worth a thousand words. All the selection of ingredients and repeated cooking in the kitchen in recent days were worth it.

"No……"

"It's not hard."

Ye Xi's cheeks were flushed, and the other party did not let go of her hand for a long time, her heart became more and more flustered.

"Brother Luo..."

She shyly pulled her little hand back.

Seeing that Luo Fanchen really let go, he felt a sense of loss in his heart for a moment.

But when the other person's fingers finally left, he lightly scratched her palm.

It made Ye Xi's slender stocking legs tremble,

It was as if electric current passed through the palm of his hand, permeating his limbs and bones, and his heart was throbbing.

Turning around quickly, shaking her hair and blowing the fragrance, she grabbed her younger sister's wrist and left as if fleeing.

Luo Fanchen had no choice but to "smile bitterly", I didn't want to tease him either.

But there are so many bad men out there, and what if such a good pure girl is let out and causes trouble to others? It’s better for brothers to do whatever it takes and protect her in their own homes.

He turned his head to see that Yang Jinghong, the social youths, and the surrounding audience were all mouths wide open, dumbfounded, unable to speak at all.

"It's not buddy, you just said you don't have a woman, so you're telling the truth!!"

"What the hell, the Patriarch of Picking Up Girls?"

Yang Jinghong's breath was short of breath, brother-in-law learned it in two strokes, and still worry about not having a girl by his side?

"What are you looking at? Let's eat some vegetables."

Luo Fanchen gave the melon seeds he grabbed to Yang Jinghong and the social youth: "Noonono, I give them all to you, who cares about your two melon seeds!!"

Yang Jinghong took a bite of the dish,

sour!

Take a sip of wine,

bitter.

Well, brother is alive, brother-in-law, this is called life.

Luo Fanchen: No, brother, you don’t know something. I am also struggling to make a living and can only survive by eating steamed buns.

The young people raised their glasses to Luo Fanchen and sighed: "Master No. 1, you have an ideal type in the world. If you don't cherish it, you will regret it."

Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes: "You are so young, you talk as if you are 180 years old and have stories to tell."

The three of them had a sip of wine, a sip of meat, bragging about their awesomeness, and drank together. They were very moist and happy, and the envious people beside them drool.

Not to mention the players who were waiting for the lottery results were stunned, the big bosses in the sky all had their eyelids trembling, feeling that Luo Fanchen and Yang Jinghong below were outrageous.

While others were nervously preparing for the World Series, you two were eating and drinking, showing off the cooked food?

"Zhuo, no!"

"Old man, I'm so greedy." Zhan Doudou stood up and was about to fly down.

Chi Xiao Sect Master Guan Canghai frowned: "Sect Master Zhan, please respect yourself!"

"You're so self-respecting!"

Zhan Doudou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I'm a hooligan, do hooligans need to respect themselves?"

"Get out of here, uncle."

His words were vulgar, and he obviously had an old grudge against the forces of the White Tiger Empire, so he disappeared in a flash.

"Fuck?"

"You really don't think of yourself as an outsider."

Luo Fanchen was stunned for a while, and suddenly a killer old man appeared next to him. Without saying a word, he squatted over and spread his arms to eat and drink, showing off his food, and his mouth was full of oil.

"You old Deng, where did you come out, go away, that is the bear's paw of this young master."

Yang Jinghong clearly knew that the other party was Zhan Zongzong, so he deliberately pretended not to know and pushed the other party.

You definitely can't beat him, but you can still do it if you get used to swearing.

Those who don't know don't blame it, my father wiped my ass when I was in a hurry by the old man.

Who told him he was the father and I was the son.

The old man didn't even care when he was being pushed.

Smashing your mouth, saying how delicious it is, while eating haese.

Yang Jinghong was speechless and joined in the food grabbing.

Luo Fanchen covered his head,

Where is this legendary Bahuang Sect boss? Why do you look like a gangster?

There was a roaring sound from the auditorium in the distance.

Even Zhan Doudou was alarmed and looked over together.

It turned out that Ye Xiyi and her sister were distributing mung bean soup, as well as some simple food and seasonal fruits to the soul masters and common people who were watching the game under the scorching sun.

The most important thing is that the two sisters are distributing supplies entirely in the name of Luo Fanchen.

For a while in the arena, Luo Fanchen didn't know how many people liked him.

Even some hostile audience members were short-tongued and awkward, feeling a little embarrassed.

Zhan Doudou's old eyes flickered, he chewed the sauced dragon meat, and said inarticulately: "Boy Luo, are those two your girls?"

Luo Fanchen replied honestly, "Friends are all friends."

"I understand, I understand." Zhan Doudou said with a cheeky smile, "Friends who are closely related to each other."

Even Yang Jinghong couldn't get used to the old rascal's explicitness.

Luo Fanchen stared blankly: "You... what do you mean?"

"I... I didn't understand."

"It's boring."

Zhan Doudou shook his head, and pouted his oily mouth in the direction of the two women: "You are so lucky, there are few women in the world who are willing to devote their efforts to make men perfect."

"Eat and drink enough, the old man will go!"

Yang Jinghong looked at the mess on the table and said, "Go west with He He!"

"boom!"

A chicken bone fell from the air and hit him precisely on the forehead.

"Bleach it, you stinky old man! Even after eating it, you beat him!"

"Let this young master Ni father accept you!!"

Many people have been infected by Sister Ye Xi's approach.

In fact, most people don't lack that kind of material, but the most precious thing is.

This is the daughter of one of the top ten sects, this woman is the number one scholar, she is willing to personally give things to these mud-legged soul masters and the common people.

The feeling is completely different.

That's a respect...

For those struggling at the bottom, what they long for most is often respect.

For a time,

I don't know how many special eyes, grateful or with other emotions, looked at Luo Fanchen.

The second prince, Ye Feng and others scoffed at Tian Qiong and some big bosses with deep-rooted class ideology.

"It's really worthless!"

"A dignified daughter of a nobleman, to curry favor with the common people?"

"What's the use? Can I get anything out of it?"

"Reduced price."

The nine-colored bird on the emperor's throne stared down with amber eyes.

Di Weiyang withdrew her gaze from the noisy audience, her beautiful eyes could not see any joy or anger, she just said seriously to Bai Yingyue: "The two of you will be safe for the teacher in the future."

"You can't be jealous."

Bai Yingyue curled her lips.

Di Weiyang glanced at Luo Fanchen vaguely, his eyes were unexpectedly deep and had nothing to do with emotion, as if hiding some special deep meaning, and then withdrew his eyes.

The draw is over,

"Hey, why did you slap a young man from the Bahuang Sect? Can't you let me whip a Holy Son to take care of him?"

Yang Jinghong was the first to learn the results of the lottery, with a look of "regret" on his face.

Social youth whispered: "The little man succeeds."

Ye Xiying squirmed and returned with the lottery results with a strange expression.

Luo Fanchen was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiying looked hesitant and said hesitantly: "I got your uncle."

Yang Jinghong scratched his head and let out a piercing cry, "My opponent is not my brother-in-law!"

The social youth rolled his eyes and said, "Xiu'er, sit down, you are at most a brother-in-law."

"Ye Feng?"

Before Luo Fanchen finished speaking, an exciting voice came from the White Tiger Empire in the distance.

Ye Feng stared at him with a sneer from a distance, bared his white teeth, braved the biting cold air, raised his eyebrows and waved, slowly raising the jade sign in his hand, full of provocation.

At the same time, in the rest area of ​​the Great Wilderness Purple Air Sect, the elder looked at Lin Qianjue, who was injured and depressed by Ye Feng, with a gloomy expression, and finally looked in the direction of Luo Fanchen.

He clenched his fists, as if he was making some kind of difficult decision.

Finally, I took a hard step and walked towards Luo Fanchen...