Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

"Xiyuan, hard work on you."

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

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

"Didn't..."

"It's not hard."

Ye Xiyuan's cheeks were crimson, and the other party did not let go, and her heart became more and more panicked.

"Brother Luo..."

she shyly tugged her little hand back.

Seeing that Luo Fanchen really let go, there was a loss in his heart for a moment.

But when the other party's fingers finally left, he gently scratched her palm.

Let Ye Xiyuan's slender stockings beautiful legs tremble,

as if there is electricity from the palm of the hand, pervading the limbs and bones, and the heart throbs.

Quickly turned around, his hair swayed and flickered fragrantly, grabbed his sister Hao's wrist, and fled as if to leave.

Luo Fanchen helplessly "smiled bitterly", and I didn't want to provoke ah.

But there are so many bad men outside, such a good pure sister paper, let it out in case others are harmed, or buddies reluctantly embarrass it, protect it in their own home.

He turned his head and saw that Yang Xianhong and the social youth, as well as the surrounding audience, were wide open and stunned, unable to speak at all.

"It's not buddy, just said that you don't have a woman, you came to be real!!"

"Lying groove, Grandmaster Pauyou?"

Yang Xianhong was short of breath, his brother-in-law learned it in these two moments, and he was worried that there was no sister around him?

"Look at what, eat the vegetables."

Luo Fanchen stuffed the melon seeds snatched in his hand to Yang Xianhong and the social youth: "Nononuo, give it all to you, who still rarities your two melon seeds!" "

Yang Jiaohong took a bite of the dish,

sour!

Took a sip of wine,

bitter.

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

Luo Fanchen: No, brother, you don't know something, my brother is also in the cracks to make a living, and he can only eat steamed buns to get by.

The young man of society raised a glass to Luo Fanchen and sighed: "Master Zhuangyuan, you have an ideal type in the world, and you will regret it if you don't cherish it."

Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes: "You are so young, you talk as if you have a story at the age of one hundred and eighty." "

The three of them took a sip of wine, a mouthful of meat, bragging, toasting and drinking, very moist, so unhappy, envious people next to them drooling.

Not to mention that the players waiting for the results of the draw were dumbfounded, and the big guys in the sky all trembled their eyelids, feeling that Luo Fanchen and Yang Xianhong below were outrageous.

Others are nervously preparing for the World Series, and you two eat and drink and show off cooked food?

"Blanch, no!"

"Old man, I'm hungry." Zhan Doudou got up and wanted to fly down.

Chixiao Sect Master Guan Canghai frowned: "Battle Sect Master, please be respectful!" "

Dead weight fart!"

Zhan Doudou's eyebrows rose and he scoffed: "I'm a rogue, do hooligans need their own weight?" "

Fuck your uncle."

He spoke rudely, obviously had an old feud against the forces of the White Tiger Empire, and disappeared in a flash.

"Groove?"

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

Luo Fanchen was stunned for a while, and suddenly a old man who killed Matt came out next to him, without saying a word, squatted over and opened his arm and rubbed and drank, Kuku was dazzling, and his mouth was full of oil.

"You old deng, where did it come out, go away, it's the bear paw of the young lord."

Yang Xuanhong knew that the other party was the Battle Sect Master, and deliberately pretended not to know to push and shove the other party.

It definitely can't be beaten, but scolding can still be dripped.

I don't know it's strange, I provoked the old man and wiped my ass.

Who calls him Daddy, I'm a son.

The old man who was pushed and shoved also completely ignored

, smashing his mouth, saying true fragrance while eating Haisei.

Yang was speechless and joined in the food grab.

Luo Fanchen covered his braincase

, this legendary Eight Wilderness Sect boss, what about it? How is it like a rogue leader?

There was a boiling sound from the audience in the distance,

and even Zhan Doudou was alarmed and looked over together.

It turned out that Ye Xiyuan took her sister to distribute mung bean soup to the soul masters and people watching the game under the scorching sun, as well as some simple food and seasonal fruits.

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

For a while in the field, Luo Fanchen didn't know how many people's favor he had harvested.

Even some hostile audiences have short mouths and embarrassed attitudes, and they are a little embarrassed.

Zhan Doudou's old eyes flickered, chewing the sauce and bursting dragon meat, and said incoherently: "Luo boy, those two are your girls?"

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

Yes, I understand." Zhan Doudou smiled and said, "A friend who is connected by flesh and bone." "

The old rascal spoke to such an extent that even Yang Xianhong was not very comfortable with.

Luo Fanchen glared blankly: "You... What do you mean? "

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

It's boring."

Zhan Doudou shook his head and nuzzled his oil-stained mouth at the two women: "You kid is so blessed, there are several women in the world who are willing to give their hearts and souls to become men."

"Eat and drink, the old man goes!"

Yang Xuanhong looked at the mess on the table and said, "Drive Hexi to you!" "

Bang!"

A chicken bone fell from the air and hit his brain.

"Blanch, smelly old man! After eating, I beat people! "

Let Young Master Ben take you back!!"

Many people have been infected by the practices of the Night Sunshine sisters.

In fact, most people do not lack that little material, but the most precious is.

This is the eldest lady of the ten great sects, this is a woman who is willing to personally send things to these mud-legged soul masters and people.

It's a completely different feeling.

That's a respect....

And for those who struggle at the bottom, what they crave most often is respect.

For a while

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

The Second Prince, Ye Feng and others scoffed in the direction of some bigwigs with deep-rooted class ideas in the Sky Dome.

"It's really out of nowhere!"

"Thousands of nobles, to please the common people?"

"What's the use? Can you get anything? "

Drop."

The nine-colored bird above the imperial throne, amber eyes looking down.

Di Weiyang withdrew her gaze from the noisy audience, her beautiful eyes could not see joy or anger, but said seriously to Bai Yingyue: "These two people have been protected for the future of the master."

"You are not allowed to be jealous."

Bai Yingyue pursed her lips.

Di Weiyang's eyes glanced at Luo Fanchen thoughtfully, his eyes were unexpectedly deep, and he had nothing to do with emotions, as if he hid some special deep meaning, and then withdrew his gaze.

The draw is over

, "Hey, why did you draw a little brother of the Eight Wilderness Sect, let me draw a holy son to clean up?"

Yang Xianhong was the first to learn the results of the draw, and he looked "regretful".

The youth of society whispered: "The villain has the will." Ye

Xiying twisted and pinched, looking strange and returning with the results of the draw.

Luo Fanchen wondered, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiying looked hesitant, swallowed and hesitated: "I have pumped your eldest brother."

Yang Xuanhong scratched his head and stabbed his throat, "My opponent is not a brother-in-law!" The

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

Night Front?"

Luo Fanchen's words did not fall, and there was an excited voice from the White Tiger Empire in the distance.

Ye Feng stared at him with a sneer in the air, croaked out a mouthful of white teeth, braved the biting cold, raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, and slowly raised the jade stick in his hand, full of defiance.

At the same time, in the rest area of the Great Desolate Purple Airbender, the Great Elder looked at Lin Qianjue, who was injured and decadent by the night front, his face was gloomy, and finally looked in the direction of Luo Fanchen.

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

Finally, he took a difficult step and walked towards Luo Fanchen...