There are as many eyes as a sieve

"We know each other. Not only do we know each other, we are also very familiar. We are friends, just like the same person." Leng Er glanced at the old emperor and curled his lips.

Dog Emperor, even if you try to take advantage of me, I won’t look at you like that.

I really thought you could defeat me. I am so cruel, scheming, and cunning as a fox. You, a little dog emperor, really think you are the king of heaven.

Hey, even if you have as many eyes as a sieve, I will block all your sieves.

Leng Er thought inwardly. Leng Wuyou, who was holding a teacup and sipping tea, paused for a moment. She raised her eyes and looked at Leng Er leisurely across from her.

"The leader of the spirit team seems to be very happy. Did something good happen? You might as well say it and let everyone enjoy it."

After a pause of words, when he raised his eyes and saw Leng Wuyou, Leng Er cried in his heart.

"Ah ah ah, why did I forget? I am mentally connected with this deity, so I know exactly what I am thinking about, so I just secretly said bad things about me, this deity, her."

"Haha, that's nothing good. I just suddenly thought of an interesting scene in a storybook."

Leng Er said these words bravely. Although the expression on his face was still firm and cold, Leng Wuyou could indeed see the tangle under his cold mask and the smile that was uglier than crying.

"Oh, that's it. I don't know. The leader of the spirit team has learned to read scripts now?"

"Haha, I just have nothing to do to kill time." Leng Er touched his nose and showed an awkward but polite smile.

No one else in the Leng family sat with Leng Wuyou.

They were near the middle of Leng Wuyou's row.

This was arranged by Emperor Yuwen, and it was clear to everyone what he wanted to do.

He wanted to sow discord and did it so blatantly. I really don’t know what Emperor Yu Wen was thinking.

Was he doing it on purpose because he was afraid that others wouldn't know?

At that time, facing the gazes of so many people at the same time, he remained calm and indifferent. As expected, he was as thick-skinned as the tenth prince, and he really didn't belong to the same family.

Leng Wuhan raised his eyes and glanced at Leng Er, a flash of doubt flashed in his eyes. He remembered that Lingyou was clearly his Xiaoqi, so who was this person in front of him?

Not only is he exactly the same as the Lingyou that Xiao Qi disguised as, he even has the same aura. Could this be the temporary actor Xiao Qi found?

But there seems to be no trace of the actor at all.

Is it possible that she has a clone technique?

Leng Wuhan felt funny in his heart for his idea, but what he didn't know was that he had already discovered the truth.

"Is there a good relationship between the leader of the spirit group and the seventh son?" Emperor Yu Wen looked at the interaction between the two, his eyes twinkling slightly.

If these two people join together, he really won't be able to do anything against them for a while.

The main reason why he asked the leader of the spiritual group to come today was to win over him and make him a member of his side.

The purpose was to wait until he could no longer control Leng Wuyou, and then join forces with the leader of the spirit group. Then he would deal with Leng Wuyou again. Wouldn't it seem like he would get twice the result with half the effort?

But now it seems that everything has been strangled before it even started.

He was thinking about what to do next, with a calm expression on his face.

"Of course, who is the one between me and him?" We are the same person, how can we have a bad relationship?

Hearing the confirmation again, Emperor Yuwen's heart sank.

Isn't it possible that he, the leader of the spiritual group, can't win him over?

Today, he was frustrated again and again, which made Emperor Yuwen, who had always been smooth sailing, feel extremely aggrieved and helpless that he had nowhere to use his energy.

A pair of eyes were full of gloom, but he couldn't show it yet.

That feeling of frustration turned into an uncontrollable killing intent.

A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, still so warm.

If he can't win her over to his side by any means today, then don't blame him. If you can't get it, others won't be able to get it either, and in the end you can only destroy it.

Although it is a pity that they are two talented people, are they the only two people with many talents in the world? They don't know what is good and what is good. Why does he, an emperor, still have to lick his face to beg for help?
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