Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

Bai Chuwei held the rose in her hand, and the petals with dewdrops gently brushed across the man's chest, like a spring breeze, she leaned very close, her voice bewildering: "Would you like to follow me? I can let you Become the richest man in China, I can still protect you."

The eight famous families in China came in this way, praying for the protection of their ancestors, and willing to be slaves for generations.

Duan Xingye blurted out from the side: "Isn't this just for being a kid?" He is willing, can he sign up?

Tsk-will being the little brother of the ancestor treat you badly?

Duan Feihan's slightly bright eyes gradually turned cold. He stepped back and distanced himself from Bai Chuwei, his thin lips suddenly pressed into a straight line, and said coldly, "I refuse."

Bai Chuwei was taken aback: "?"

Refuse?

Over the past five thousand years, as long as she speaks, she has never refused her.

Then Bai Chuwei reacted instantly. Duan Feihan is not another cat or dog. This is the future full-text villain. He insisted to the finale in the original text, and nearly killed the male and female protagonist by crazy and severe methods.

After all, it was relying on his own efforts to lead the entire Duan family to gradually surpass the members of the eight great families.

Hey, you are crazy about the future villain.

Bai Chuwei smiled, her fingers tucked her hair lightly, and she walked towards him with a smile, her slender fingers pinched the red rose, and gently inserted it into the left breast pocket of the non-han shirt, and stretched out her hand lightly. Lightly hugged the man's sturdy but stiff body, stood on tiptoe and whispered in his ear: "It's okay, I'll wait for you to come to me at any time. Be the ancestor's little brother, no loss."

"have a good dream."

She took a sharp breath of the aura from him, let go of her hand contentedly, and stepped back with a smile. After falling into the night, she got into the white private car that picked her up not far away and drove away.

Duan Xingye was stunned, and kept repeating: "I am willing, my uncle is not willing, I am willing!"

"Shut up!" Duan Feihan's face was slightly cold, and he murmured.

Duan Xingye was a little aggrieved. Fourth Uncle didn't see Bai Chuwei's method just now. He really felt that being Bai Chuwei's younger brother was not a loss. I don't know what Fourth Uncle thought.

Perhaps as the heir to the Duan family, he has a kind of arrogance and reservedness.

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The spring breeze is soft tonight, a small white paper crane is waving its wings in the air, and the red pen-point eyes are red like blood, and no one notices it in the night.

The little paper crane flew into a dilapidated courtyard and landed on the desk.

Ten minutes later, a middle-aged man with a miserable expression walked in from the outside, his gaze fell on the paper crane on the desk.

What is this?

Where did it come from?

Suddenly, Sun Dayong felt uneasy. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed the paper crane. A string of words was written on his little wing: "Get here in three days."

Sun Dayong took a deep breath, his face becoming ugly.

Could this person be sent by someone who broke his good deeds?

He unfolded and saw that this piece of paper was not ordinary paper, but a transcript from the police station...

Explain that the police already know?

Sun Dayong's heart was flustered, his sullen eyes stared at the beautiful handwriting, and he gritted his teeth hard.

Over the past two decades, the world's aura has gradually recovered, and superpowers have gradually emerged abroad, and there have been many more immortal cultivators in China.

He is a magic cultivator who practices extremely fast. When did he experience this kind of anger?

Sun Dayong had dark eyes and murmured: "What are you that dare to make me roll over?"

Sun Dayong took a bite and tore the paper crane to pieces on the spot!