"No, from now on, you can't please my mother anymore, it's better to make her hate you."

Su Yanyan raised his eyebrows high, and the cold light flashed in his eyes: "What do you mean? Do you think I am not worthy of you?"

The hero quickly calculated and the result was: If he had a conflict with Su Yanyan at this moment, even if he was beaten, he would definitely not be able to get it from his mother, and he would probably be beaten again.

Well, for a happy life, I will never be embarrassed.

"Then what, this is not a question of whether it is worthy or not. The main reason is that your father is the leader of the righteous path in the world, and you are the noble of the goddess. The man you like must be the best talent in the world. It is not suitable for me like this, and you are not my dish."

"Your food?"

"It just doesn't suit my taste."

"What flavor do you like?"

"Beautiful enough, gentle enough, understanding enough, and broad-minded enough."

"Isn't this talking about me?"

"I have some face...I C..."

Su Yanyan kicked the hero, then turned his head and walked. After a few steps, he suddenly ran back in a panic, took out a stack of paper from his arms and stuffed it into his hands.

When he opened it, he immediately had a black line. I felt that you had a lot of haunts in your chest because you stole my little golden bottle and Xiaomei?

"What is mysterious? Let me show you."

The mother's voice was like a thunderclap sounding in the hero's ears.

Oops, I was plotted.

Looking at Su Yanyan, sure enough, the stinky girl's face turned red, her face was shy, she lowered her head, and her little hands tugged her clothes, like a frightened quail.

Women are indeed born with acting skills.

"No... nothing, a few pieces of waste paper."

The hero smiled dryly and shook the paper at Jiang Qiuyun, and then wanted to "destroy the corpse and traces".

"I said, take it over and show it to me!"

Jiang Qiuyun's tone was augmented, and his eyes were sharp like a knife.

The hero was sad and moved over at a speed that was not much faster than the turtle. He lowered his head and handed his manuscript that he had not "copied" to his mother.

The parents discovered that he wrote XiaoX's book. He felt that even if he would not be beaten to death today, he would have died of social life.

Jiang Qiuyun looked around for a few times, and his face suddenly turned red, both angry and embarrassed.

Because she really considered letting Su Yanyan be her daughter-in-law, and she planned to take advantage of her life in Bilianyuan to say more good things about her son, but she never expected that her baby son would show her this kind of pickled thing to others on the first day she brought someone home.

Holding the paper tightly, Jiang Qiuyun took a deep breath, squeezed out a smile, and stretched out his hand to Su Yanyan: "Yanyan, come, take my aunt's car, let's go to Bilianyuan together.

The yard was specially designed and built by craftsmen from Qijitang, but it is much more beautiful than this Baji Palace..."

Huh? It's okay? That's right. My mother is a decent person and it's impossible for her to abuse her son in front of outsiders.

Huh... It seems that we can no longer copy books under the pseudonym "Who is the old family, who is the youngest?" in the future.

Seeing his mother and Su Yanyan leading a large group of maids and women out of the yard, the hero breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and followed far behind.

When I arrived at the door, I met an old man holding a horse whip in my arms.

"Uncle Fu, why did you enter the backyard?"

The backyard is where the head and the female family live, and male servants are generally not allowed to enter, so the hero is very strange.

Uncle Fu bowed his back slightly and smiled: "It was the wife who asked the old slave to wait for the young master here."

The hero's heart suddenly stumbled.

"That... I still have half a pot of frozen lichun there. If Uncle Fu doesn't dislike it, I will ask my family to send it to you."

"Well... what Madam said just now is ten or seven?" Uncle Fu thought seriously, then shook his head and sighed, "I'm old, my ears are not good, and my memory is not good."

"What? That's Frozen Lichun. Although it's only half a pot, it's something you can't buy even if you pay a salary a year. You can only exchange three whips. It's too dark, right?!"

"I remembered it, it seemed like ten..."

"Seven times, seven times, the deal is completed!"

...

When he went to the carriage in Bilianyuan, Jia Qiao applied medicine to the hero's butt, while wiping tears in pain.

"It's all my fault. If I hide the things or watch Su Yanyan, you won't be beaten."

The hero grinned: "Haha, that girl is the nemesis of my destiny. This time it won't work. Next time, it would be strange if you can watch it."

Jia Qiao curled her lips and hesitated for a while before saying, "Young Master, she is so presumptuous, why do you still like her?"

"Who said I like her...Oh, hiss..."

The hero suddenly raised his upper body, which affected his injuries, and fell back in pain. He was so scared that Jiaqiao quickly leaned over and blew him cool.

"Since you don't like her, what do you have to take her to do?"

"Do you think I think? This is something very important, it cannot be separated from her!"

What is important? What is important that cannot be separated from Su Yanyan?

Jia Qiao was full of questions, and suddenly thought of something, and her expression became serious in an instant.

Could it be...that woman is really a cult, and the young master has been bewitched?

No, I can't let her succeed, I must save the young master!

Jiaqiao, come on! You can definitely do it!

That night, in Ying Mansion, which was only one street away from Baji Palace, a servant knocked on the door of the study, presented a note of paper to Yingwei with both hands, and bowed and retreated.

Yingwei was less than forty years old, and he was in his prime. He had a national face and three strands of beards under his jaw, and he looked handsome.

After reading the note, his eyes flashed and he murmured: "Luozhou... Haoran Sect... met by chance halfway, fell in love at first sight... a joke!"

After a moment, he gathered in the candlelight and burned the note.

"Yan Dan."

The door opened, and a man in black entered the room and knelt down on one knee.

This person has an extremely ordinary appearance and will disappear immediately after throwing it into a pile of people. The only place that can be called recognizable is a small mole the size of a sesame on his chin.

"Send someone to Luozhou to spread the news: the daughter of the head of Haoran Sect was captured by the young master of the Baji Palace and was plundered to Shuangzhou." Yingwei ordered first.

"yes."

"etc."

Yingwei frowned first and stared at the beating candlelight for a long time.

"They did not deliberately block the news, which was quite strange. I'm afraid it was a fraud... The previous order was invalid! Go to Shuang, Luo border city, and sell the news to Qiji Hall, just say that the daughter of the head of Haoran Sect appeared in Shuangzhou City.

Also, you go to the open place and protect my son Yingji in person."

"yes."

The man in black named Yan Dan did not say a word of nonsense, turned around and left the study room, silently.

The candle flower burst, and Yingwei's eyebrows were still not stretched, and his fingers gently hit the desktop.

The hero has no hidden cultivation, so this is certain.

So, how did he get the first-class and have the best-in-class strength?

What happened in the months since he left?

Is it related to Haoran Sect?
Chapter completed!