Princess Against the World

Ling Yunxi's eyes suddenly darkened, extremely solemn.

"Of course...take my brothers...home!!"

Ling Bufan sighed heavily: "My sons of the Ling family are all bloody men! They have the same feelings in their bones! It is our Ling family army's promise not to give up brothers and sisters!! How many brothers will be buried forever in the first battle of crusade. In a foreign land, the soul returns to a foreign land! If it were you... would you want to bring your brother home?!"

"Father, are you saying that the eldest brother went to fight and bring home the souls of those 100,000 soldiers!?"

Ling Bufan stood with his eyes down, and it took a long time to spit out eight words.

"Revenge Xuehen, brother go home!"

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West Crossing.

Ling Luoyu sat quietly in front of the window, with his arms around his arms, his eyes fixed on the desk.

On it was the letter from Shu Xiyan to Ling Yunfeng.

She carefully combed the details of the whole thing in her mind.

If it was an ordinary letter, Ling Yunfeng didn't need to burn it.

He ruined the letter, he must have been afraid that someone would know something along the way!

What is father afraid of?

He was afraid who knew what the letter was about? !

"Master..." Xiaoying knocked slightly on the door.

Ling Luoyu received the letter: "Come in!"

"Master, Master Feng has submitted a letter of worship, and you want to meet the third master?!"

"What the hell!?"

Ling Luoyu seemed to have eaten a fly, and he couldn't close his mouth in shock.

"What kind of wind is this Fatty doing?!"

Over the years that she and Feng Chenglin have known each other, this guy has never said anything about it.

The people who entered her Ling residence were like passing through their own house. They had never been taboo and unscrupulous.

Why is it so windy to send a post of salutation!

"Where is he?"

"It's outside the house, waiting for the young master to answer!"

Ling Luoyu took the invitation, his handwriting was neat and his words were strict and precise.

The characters are the handwriting of Fatty Feng.

But the logic of words seems to be a different person.

Ling Luoyu threw down the invitation, and the evil charm hooked her lips: "Let him come in!"

She wanted to see, what kind of demonic wind was the dead fat man trying to hold back for so many days!

Not long after Xiaoying exited, he led Fatty Feng hurriedly.

Before he approached, he burst into laughter: "Three young masters, I haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Is Fatty Feng poisoned? !

The brain circuit is completely different from before!

In the past, Fatty Feng, the first sentence should be: "Fuck! Three young masters, you have been leisurely enough these days, this young master is going to be exhausted like a dog!"

"Fatty Feng, why did you take the wrong medicine? How did you speak so eloquently? The room is full of sour smells?!"

"Third Young Master, why do you say that!? Don't you want my brother to be mature and prudent, and speak prudently?!"

Feng Chenglin stood with his legs juxtaposed, he moved forward slightly, and reached for an invitation with a smile on his face.

"The tenth day of next month will be a good day for my brother and I. I will invite Brother Ling and his family to a banquet..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This behavior of Fatty Feng is more like sending an ordinary invitation card, collecting money in a routine manner, rather than an invitation among brothers to watch the ceremony.

Ling Luoyu turned his head sideways and motioned to Xiaoying to accept the invitation and sat down leisurely.

"Fatty Feng, congratulations..."

"That... Brother Ling, you think I'm going to get married now, you always call me a fat man, it's indecent after all... Why don't you call me Brother Lin!?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes sank, and then he smiled.

"Okay, no problem!"