"Miss, she may have something to go out... You can rest first, I'll make some pastries for you..." Yang Pozi's voice then came to his ears.

Feng Chenglin looked at the woman in black incredibly: "What's going on? Where are we...? I remember we... fell down..."

The clarity of this sound is not so clear unless it is in the room where Yang Bing is located.

Although Ling Luoyu has seen such things many times, he is still quite shocked in this world and this era.

"How did you do eavesdropping?"

Woman in black: “…”

Are you two so stupid?

It’s already this time, the sword is under your neck. Shouldn’t you care about your own safety?

I actually have the intention to care about other things!?

"Ahem..."

Ding Temple on the ground suddenly started to cough and sat up with a muffled groan.

When he saw Ling Luoyu, Feng Chenglin and other three people, his movements suddenly froze.

The four people looked strange and looked at each other without saying anything.

Above, Yangbing's voice came again-

"Mom Yang, grandma said, I am already eighteen years old and can get married... You said...will she beg her to the high priest!?"

"Miss……"

"If my grandmother was... would the high priest marry me!"

"Miss, I'll bring you the soup first..."

"Mom Yang!"

“…”

"Why do you hide from me like this every time I tell you a wedding... Don't you want me to get married and marry a husband who is a man?"

“…Miss, of course I hope…”

"Then you say, can I choose the high priest..."

“…”

Ling Luoyu's eyes glanced beneath Feng Chenglin's neck.

There, the sword edge of the long sword was trembling obviously.

Her eyes wandered and followed the sword forward, and she saw the woman in black's gaze that was enduring and angry.

"Mom Yang, do you think of the High Priest and Miss Yan...what the hell are going on?"

The woman in black looked at Ling Luoyu in an instant, and her eyes became sharp and hostile.

Yangbing's voice continued to sound: "Does the high priest like Miss Yan? After all, such a beautiful person... I also like..."

"Miss, our royal family in the seas does not intermarry with outsiders... For you, the high priest is an outsider...so, it's better not to have these ideas..."

"Why can't you be an outsider!?"

Yangbing's voice was filled with anger in an instant.

"Look at these men in our sea area. I don't like any of them except my uncle... They eat, drink, and have fun..."

"Then...will you like a man like the young master...will you like it?"

"Uncle?? Of course it would be great if you are like your uncle... Mom Yang, do you know? My favorite is my uncle... He has loved me since he was a child and is nice to me..."

"What if...what if...will you... marry the young master?!"

"Um..." The woman in black suddenly groaned, covered her heart with one hand, and looked painful.

Feng Chenglin was about to fight back, but was suppressed by Ling Luoyu, and his lips blew slightly, signaling him to continue listening—

"Mom Yang, you said this again... I heard from others that I can't marry my uncle... because he is my uncle..."

"Nonsense! Who is this nonsense?" Yang Pozi obviously got angry: "The person who said this is jealous of you..."
Chapter completed!