Princess Against the World

Not only Du Ziming wanted to know what was going on, everyone wanted to know.

Except for the Qiu Wentian brothers, no one knew what was going on.

Because Ling Luoyu, the seventh-level Xuanhuang emperor, is not included in the calculation for the fight of the Xuanshen level.

Even if she made a move, no one would count it on her head.

Damn it was completely ignored!

"Qiu Wentian, I can't believe that you two brothers are so secretive!"

Du Ziming roared forward, his profound energy burst out.

"Come on, I'll meet you personally..."

In his opinion, the Qiu brothers have been keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile.

This time, it was because he was forced into a desperate situation that he resorted to the killer.

"enough!"

Amidst the angry shouts, Qiu Wushuang suddenly stepped forward and protected him in front of Qiu Wentian and the others.

"Du Ziming, have you had enough trouble?"

Du Ziming's face was pale and pale, and he withdrew his profound energy: "Madam, they bullied Yu'er first, I am seeking justice for Yu'er!"

Du Luoyu quickly helped: "Yes, mother! They bullied me first! Killed the cold ice toad I gave to my grandfather!"

"It's just a pet beast, is it worth such a big fight between your bloodlines?!" Qiu Wushuang's eyes were sharp, and he looked at Du Ziming aggressively: "Du Ziming, I have long heard that you are dissatisfied with our Qiu family, and you want to find the Qiu family all the time. It seems that you do have a purpose for the trouble of your son!"

Du Ziming's fingers slowly clenched into fists, suppressing the anger in his heart, and quickly changed to a smiling face.

"Madam, it's nothing! Didn't I want to get justice for her because we Yu'er were angry?!"

"What are you angry about? These are her eldest brother, nephew and niece. Even if there is anything, it is a family matter. You don't need to worry about it!"

Qiu Wushuang was full of anger, with sharp phoenix eyes, Du Ziming, who was staring at him, could only wave angrily and let the Du family guards retreat.

Taking a deep breath, Qiu Wushuang turned to look at Qiu Wentian and the others.

"Ask Tian, ​​Futian, are you all right..."

Qiu Futian didn't appreciate it, turned his head with a cold snort, and said nothing.

Qiu Wentian was more polite: "Thank you Fourth Aunt, we're fine!"

Qiu Wushuang smiled reluctantly: "For all these years, I have been living in a Buddhist hall, and I don't care much about the outside world... As for Du Ziming's affairs, I have only recently heard that he is always looking for opportunities to trouble the Qiu family... …”

Qiu Yinchuan was about to step forward and scold Du Ziming for his sins, but Ling Luoyu pressed him down with one look.

Before things are clear, no one can be sure which side this woman belongs to!

If she really cared about her family, Du Ziming wouldn't be so mad enough to slaughter the blood of the Qiu family.

His eyes were lightly withdrawn, facing the gaze that Shang Qiu Wushuang was looking at.

"This... the young master is very eye-catching, should we meet for the first time?"

Ling Luoyu smiled coldly: "Mrs. nobles have forgotten things, even if they have seen them, I am afraid they will forget them!"

"Where is the young master from?"

"Home from all over the world! Adrift!"

Ling Luoyu used Mo Xuanchen's words.

She didn't want people to know that she was from the capital.

Because once he knew where she came from, he would naturally think of the Ling family.

Now, she is not ready to reveal her true identity.

"You're welcome, ma'am, just call me the King of Hell!"

There was an inexplicable sense of loss in Qiu Wushuang's heart: "Ye Wang?"

She whispered, not knowing what she was talking about.

Qiu Futian didn't like her at all, turned his head and patted Ling Luoyu's shoulder without looking at her.

"Brother Yan!"

"Pfft!" Ling Luoyu spat out a mouthful of blood.