There are very few people in the Jiuzhou and the countries who don’t know about Mr. Wuheng, because wherever there are people, there will be Xuanyuan Pavilion business. His old man is really respectful. His grandson gets married and can actually invite Mr. Wuheng.

Xuanyuan Wuheng glanced at Dongfang Ling indifferently, nodded slightly, then turned around and walked towards the front hall.

After seeing Xuanyuan Wuhen away, Dongfang Ling turned his head and stared at Yuan Xiaofan again.

The eyes looked like thousands of sharp swords. When he stared at them, Yuan Xiaofan only felt that he was being cut into pieces by thousands of knives. He weakly raised his heavy head and whispered: "I...I...I'm lost..."

"Idiot." Dongfang Ling threw two words to her neatly, and after saying that, he turned around and walked towards the direction where Xuanyuan Wuheng left.

Yuan Xiaofan's eyes also had a cloud-piercing arrow, staring at the back of Dongfang Ling, trying to make a hole in the back of his head, idiot? Damn, who is idiot? Who can get familiar with it when you go to a strange place? You are idiot, your whole family is idiot, except for grandpa.

She scolded Dongfang Ling thoroughly in her heart, but she was still very awe of Dongfang Che, a veteran general with outstanding military achievements.

Dongfang Ling took a few steps and found that Yuan Xiaofan had not followed him. He stopped, turned around and turned around and frowned and said, "Why are you still standing there? Why don't you roll over?"

"Oh..." Yuan Xiaofan drooped his little head, dragged it for a long time, and then followed. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at the courtyard. She was basically sure that there was a person inside, not a ghost or a god, but who was inside? She was so curious.

And the young master Wuheng just now, who is he? People with status and status like Dongfang Ling seem to be very respectful to him. His eyes are different from them. It is ice blue. How could anyone have ice blue eyes? She is very curious about these questions?

Yuan Xiaofan ran and caught up with Dongfang Ling, trying hard to keep a smile and said, "Young Master Ling, Young Master Ling, who is the woman locked in the yard?" Although the voice was sometimes sharp and sometimes excited, she could still judge that the woman locked in it was a woman.

"Mediate in other people's business, why do you care about who is inside? Take care of yourself. Don't come to this place in the future. This is our forbidden area. If you come and are discovered by others, you can wait to be swept out." Dongfang Ling didn't even look at her, but just walked forward with great strides.

"I guess you don't know either?" Yuan Xiaofan kept trotting to keep up with his pace. The wedding dress on her body seemed to be made of iron, so she couldn't run away.

Dongfang Ling stopped hearing this, and she suddenly hit his back, covering his forehead that was hit with pain and screamed: "Oh, it hurts so much, why did you stop suddenly?"

It was really unlucky today. First, I hit the chest of Mr. Wuheng, and then hit Dongfang Ling's chest again. Her poor little head was about to bloom. What's this man like? Is his body made of stones? It hurts so much.
Chapter completed!