"Ling Luoyu sends his regards to the King of Dingjiang!"

Wearing white clothes and tapping her folding fan, Ling Luoyu bowed her head gracefully and smiled.

Xiao Tongzhou was surprised: "This... this is??"

"Brother Tongzhou, what's wrong with you? We haven't seen each other for a few days, so you don't know this little grandson of mine, right?!"

Ling Bufan replied calmly, but his eyes were filled with pride.

How can Ling Luoyu at this time be the same as Ling Luoyu a few days ago.

"Is this Luo Yu?" Xiao Tongzhou stood up in surprise: "We haven't seen each other for a few days... Why does this feel like a completely different person?"

Xiao Tongzhou's words were not flattery, but came from the bottom of his heart.

As Ling Bufan's grandson, Ling Luoyu always paid attention to him and knew him well.

In his memory, Ling Luoyu was a dandy who walked awkwardly, walked awkwardly, and had a droopy head.

Her eyes, no matter what time of day, were cloudy and sluggish, with no vitality or energy.

But the person in front of him had graceful black eyebrows and clear black eyes, like a shooting star trailing to the ground, shining with a dazzling light. The right corner of his lips was slightly raised, naturally showing a hint of evil and sycophantic smile.

The crescent-white clothes exuded an awe-inspiring aura, as if they were banished to immortality. Despite their elegance, there was a hint of bloody murder in their bones.

Such a murderous aura comes from deep within the bones and blood.

Therefore, when Xiao Tongzhou saw Ling Luoyu for the first time, his heart was really trembling.

This person definitely cannot be Ling Luoyu.

No matter how Ling Luoyu changes, he will never have such a strong aura.

This is a murderous spirit that can only be cultivated through bloody killings, and it is definitely not something that a second-rate playboy can cultivate.

Ling Bufan's face was full of pride, but he coughed modestly.

"What a rebirth? He's not the same rag that can't hold up a wall with mud! He just got beaten up, raised at home for a few days, and gained weight by eating and drinking well... Nothing has changed...

…”

His face turned cold and he scolded.

"Also, when I see your bad friends later, please calm down and don't embarrass me..."

"Yes!" Ling Luoyu responded obediently, sitting down next to Ling Bufan, smiling slightly, and the sharpness in his body gradually faded away.

Xiao Tongzhou smiled sarcastically, exchanged greetings with Ling Bufan, and then went to greet the other guests.

Turning his head slightly, Ling Luoyu saw Ling Bufan looking at him with satisfaction.

"You bastard! This is the first time I feel proud and proud in front of Xiao Tongzhou... Damn it, I have been living in his shadow for more than ten years. I am so frustrated. Today I can finally feel proud..."

Ling Luoyu wanted to laugh: "Grandpa, you can't do it...I haven't done anything yet, why are you exhaling?"

"Why don't you exhale? Look at the people around us...all of them are crooked-looking, either black or ugly, or short and tall...how can they look like my grandson Ling Bufan, who is handsome and fair?

red……"

The more Ling Bufan talked, the more proud he became, straightening his back proudly.

Over the years, every time Ling Luoyu went out with him, his head was drooped, his body was hunched, his eyes were dull, and he was weak.

Those who knew her knew she was Ling Sanshao, but those who didn't knew her thought she was a dog slave that was randomly led out in some nook and cranny.

This time, no matter what else, just in terms of appearance and aura, Ling Luoyu crushed everyone.

How can the old man be dissatisfied with such a beautiful thing?!
Chapter completed!