Only then did Yun He stop crying and slowly raised his head, with tears still on his face.
"Really?"
Does he like her too?
Lin Qinghan nodded,
"real."
His words naturally reached the ears of Elder Huang Khotan, but Huang Khotan dismissed them.
Oh, he didn't believe that his beloved little nephew would still like this brat after getting rid of this damn red line.
Yu Ming was even more shocked when he heard Lin Qinghan's words. He slowly looked at the red line on the young man's wrist. He was surprised. Is this red line really so powerful?
His nephew was born with a lack of love, and was very indifferent to everything. Now he actually told someone that he liked him?!
And Sang Ming, watching the fuss between these two people, suddenly understood.
He raised his hand and poked Sang Ming at his side.
"I bet you are trying to beat a mandarin duck?"
Yu Ming didn't want to talk to him.
But Sang Ming folded his arms and started to comment.
"That's right. That little girl is the little princess of the Dao Sect. She has been pampered by thousands of people and grown up. It's normal for people from the Kunwu Sword Sect to look down on you. Just relax."
Yu Ming was unhappy with what he said and almost jumped up out of breath,
"What do you mean? What's wrong with our Kunwu Sword Sect? Didn't you say before that Long Zhang Fengzi, a student from Qinghan in our family, is a talented person and you want to marry your daughter to him?!"
What does it mean to dislike their Kunwu Sword Sect? He still looks down on that weak and chirping little girl!
What happened to the little princess of Daozong?!
Being rich is awesome!
Sang Ming clicked his tongue as he listened.
"Am I not joking? This little apprentice of yours is indeed good-looking and talented. Especially with his blue hair, he stands out in the crowd."
He said, paused slightly, and shrugged helplessly,
"But no!"
"You, the Kunwu Sword Sect, are so poor, and our Sang family is not rich either. If the two sword masters join forces, they will die in poverty!"
Mainly, this Lin Qinghan is too bellicose!
His daughter is also warlike!
The two of them rushed forward together. Who would save them if they were both injured?
Taken together, the risks to both parties are great.
The boy from the Chu family is better. Although his spiritual skills are not good, he is rich at least. His daughter is not afraid of being injured and has no elixir to take. This is great.
With good weaknesses, his daughter will not be bullied in the future.
If you are with this kid, what if you can't beat him accidentally?
Yu Ming hummed a word from her nostrils as she listened,
"Screw you, to put it nicely, who knows if you are selling your daughter in exchange for spiritual stones to support the large group of poor boys in your family who are not living up to expectations? I have heard that the young master of the Chu family has a low-level spiritual root.
You are a mediocre person, even building your foundation is a problem. In a hundred years, your daughter will be in her prime and will be a widow! What a good father!"
At least everyone in the Kunwu Sword Sect has good spiritual roots and talent for cultivation. They can also go out into secret realms to do tasks to earn spiritual stones for the sect. They have a complete one-by-one support plan.
Not all of the sword cultivators in the Sang family have good spiritual abilities or high talents. If they were injured on the battlefield between gods and demons and returned, the medical bills would be a huge sum.
Even if he earns his own life as a sangming, he won't be able to earn that much money to support his clan!
Upon hearing this, Sang Ming kicked him with a bad temper.
"Sir, please stop cursing my daughter and uncle!"
Yu Ming was kicked in the butt, her eyes widened, and she pointed at Sang Ming,
"Well, Sang Ming, in terms of seniority, you still have to call me uncle, and you're the one doing the wrong thing!"