"No!" Ling Yue shook her head, her beautiful eyes swollen from crying were full of reluctance, "My daughter doesn't believe it. My daughter is so beautiful and her martial arts is so good. Even if she is a little ugly, no prince will fall in love with her, and there will be a noble family.
The young master is very fond of his daughter."
Ling Nie stretched out a hand, touched his forehead, and sighed: "Yue'er, why can't you die until you reach the Yellow River?"
Ling Yue stood up, pulled the cloak close to her body, and wrapped it tightly around herself. With a look of sorrow and anger on her face, she said: "My daughter just won't give up, my daughter won't accept her fate!"
Ling Nie no longer knew what to say, and with a sad look in his eyes, he looked at his eldest daughter, whom he always loved the most.
Ling Yue had regained her confidence. She looked at her father and said, "Dad, please go back first. My daughter will prepare herself, freshen up, and then go to the ceremony venue later."
"Hey -" Ling Nie let out a long sigh, but didn't say anything after all, got up and left.
When he was walking back to the venue, he happened to see Ling Luo standing on the battlefield, with the soft wind blowing up her slightly messy three thousand black hair.
She stood there, her makeup and powder were not stained, she was wearing a sky blue dress, she kept walking in a simple and elegant way, standing there lively, with a confident smile on her face, she was so fresh and refined.
For a moment, Ling Nie felt that his eyes were flashed, and he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
The bitch had made a fool of herself, and her big revenge had been avenged. Ling Luo was in a good mood. With a heroic spirit in her eyes, she lightly glanced at the dozen boys and girls who had wanted to challenge her before, and said loudly: "You guys, what are you doing?
Who’s coming?”
The faces of more than a dozen boys and girls all showed panic, and they hurriedly backed away.
Even the sixth-level Ling Yue was defeated, and the defeat was so undignified, how could they dare to step forward casually?
When Ling Luo saw this, the corners of her lips curved slightly and she said, "In that case, no one will dare to question my strength anymore, right?"
"No, no!"
"The results are real, we were wrong."
One after another, someone waved their hands and admitted their mistake.
Ling Luo walked off the stage and met Young Master Shu Jun head-on. Her eyes fell on his smiling face and she said slowly: "Zhiren Pavilion is really the conscience of the business world. He is a child without any deception. Young Master Shu, isn't he?"
"Yes, it has always been the case. Thank you Miss Ling Luo for testifying for Zhiren Pavilion." At the moment of being polite, Young Master Shu Jun's eyes fell on the black jade space ring on Ling Luo's right hand holding the sword, and the look in his eyes
His smile froze and he winced suddenly.
That ring... there is an exact same one on the hand of that mysterious girl!
A very terrible suspicion occurred in the mind of Young Master Shu Jun. He raised his head and carefully looked at the high-spirited girl in front of him.
Their profiles and bodies are very similar, and they both hate Ling Yue and Ling Nie equally.
If that mysterious girl is Ling Luo, it can explain the reason why she refuses to sell the skin-beautifying liquid to Ling Mansion!
However, this is just a guess.
He still needs a lot of evidence to confirm.
Ling Luo's eyes passed over Young Master Shu Jun and landed on a tall and upright figure behind him.
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and his eyes were half smiling and half doting, like a big fox, smiling like a spring breeze.
Ling Luo squeezed the long sword in his hand, and felt something in his heart. He walked to Xuanyuan Yu's side, held the sword in front of his chest, and said with admiration in his eyes, "You are really not bad at this."