The gentle breeze blew by, and her ink hair fluttered slightly. Her slender figure was like a fairy who accidentally fell from the fairy world to the mortal world.

Just a back view shows her extraordinary temperament.

With every step she takes, a lotus seems to grow. She is so casual and her movements are so graceful that it is breathtaking. Who is she?

Luo Xianting looked at the woman walking slowly among the crowd with soft eyes.

The woman glanced at the stall next to her from time to time, and occasionally stopped.

Lan Qianyan felt something strange about him and followed his gaze.

The white silhouette stood out among the crowd.

A beautiful outfit but dressed like a fairy.

Just one back view can make the man next to you fascinated.

She pushed Luo Xianting and asked softly: "Brother Luo, what do you want to say to me?"

Luo Xianting came back to his senses, and his eyes reluctantly moved from the white silhouette to Lan Qianyan's face.

Looking at the exquisitely beautiful woman in front of him, he suddenly changed his mind, shook his head and said, "No, you go back first, I'll go shopping around."

"Didn't you just say you wanted to go back?" Lan Qianyan glanced coldly at the woman in white, feeling jealous in her heart.

The woman in white, who felt the chill coming from far away, turned around sensitively, her eyes first swept through the crowd, and finally settled on Lan Qianyan.

Only then did Lan Qianyan know who the woman in white was?

The face that was cold just now became strangely soft now.

"I'm in a much better mood now and want to go shopping." Luo Xianting lowered his head and gently took away Lan Jueyan's hand.

He is a quite romantic man, and usually pretty women are brought into his house.

Seeing the otherworldly beautiful figure at this moment, the angry mood just now has already flown to the sky.

And you, he couldn't wait to go over immediately and strike up a conversation with that woman.

How could Lan Qianyan not know what he was thinking? She lowered her head and said, "Qianqian seemed to have seen that trash from the Ye family just now."

Hearing this sentence, Luo Xianting shuddered again: "Where is it?"

"It's right there." Lan Qianyan pointed at Ye Zhikuang, who was still standing there.

Ye Zhikuang had no intention of studying Lan Qianyan's jealous look just now.

She lowered her head and looked at the piles of colorful pebbles in front of her that were only as big as her little finger. She bent down and picked up one.

These things are usually gadgets used by women in the boudoir to make jewelry or decorate swords.

She felt that this kind of thing was more suitable for use as a concealed weapon.

Just when she was about to ask the boss for all the colored stones, a questioning voice came from behind: "You don't look like that trash, Qianqian, are you lying to me? How could that girl be Ye

Crazy."

Ye Zhikuang frowned, turned his head slightly, and saw a fair-looking man looking at her tentatively with his face tilted.

When Luo Xianting saw that this face belonged to Ye Zhikuang, a feeling of collapse spread in his heart.

Just now he thought she was a fairy and had the idea of ​​taking her back. Now seeing this face, Luo Xianting almost collapsed and fell to the ground.

Not feeling the admiration he felt just now, he drew his sword, put it against Ye Zhikuang's neck, and shouted coldly: "Ye Zhikuang, take your life."

The blade of the sword glowed with a cold light.

Luo Xianting pulled the sword without hesitation and attempted to chop off Ye Zhikuang's head.
Chapter completed!