Under the canopy, inside the curtain, Feng Siniang took off her coat, only wrapped it around her chest, buried it in the man's arms, and fed melons and fruits into his mouth from time to time.
This man, without a doubt, is Yu Qiuhan, an inner disciple of Tian Can Dao and the young master of the Dongfeng Yu family.
Chen Yang subconsciously took a few more glances.
It wasn't the spring spirit revealed by Feng Siniang, but Yu Qiufeng.
Yu Qiufeng looks like he is only in his twenties, not thirty, which is the time when ordinary people are at their peak, but for cultivators, the journey has just begun.
Even though he was half lying down, you could still tell that he was tall and tall, making Feng Siniang, who was equally slender, look as petite as a child.
Not only his figure, Yu Qiufeng's appearance is majestic, his face is as sharp as a knife, and he has a breathtaking charm.
Even the six maids who helped him carry the chariot were looking at him furtively after getting off the chariot.
"In the realm of the underworld, my cultivation is not bad."
Chen Yang relied on Wufu Boy to sense the opponent's state, and said strangely in his heart: "It's just, where is his disability? I can't see it at all. Could it be..."
Chen Yang's gaze moved down, and then quickly away again. Even if Yu Qiufeng couldn't notice it, he still felt that this gaze was extremely impolite.
Well, it's extremely insulting.
When Mo Buchou was observing Chen Yang, he was stunned. After a long while, he bowed and said, "Mo Buchou, I have met the young master."
"Old Mo."
Yu Qiufeng straightened up, but still did not get out of the car, and said with a smile: "Is what Siniang said true?"
"Do you really want to get off the car?"
Mo Buchou's face was extremely ugly, and he didn't know how to respond for a while.
Chen Yang also sighed in the dark, feeling his face hurt because of Mo Buchou.
Just now they were saying that Yu Qiufeng and Chen Yang were both a bit immature. Why would Yu Qiufeng arrive the day after tomorrow and he would want to disappear tomorrow morning?
Good guy.
It turned out that they had already arrived.
Don't slap your face too quickly.
Just when Chen Yang thought Mo Buchou would beg for mercy, Mo Buchou straightened up, his expression returned to calm, and he said calmly: "Yes."
"I'm old and can't afford to get involved in those things."
"As soon as the day breaks, I am going to give up this service, go far away to find a successor, and then find a place to live the life of a rich man for a few days."
Yu Qiufeng's expression became colder little by little, and there was no longer any smile.
Feng Siniang in his arms cried out in pain, and it seemed that Yu Qiufeng's hand on his shoulder suddenly became stronger and so angry.
"Mo Bu Chou, you really want to betray me!"
Mo Buchou sneered and said, "I'm just offering your family property as a tribute, and I'm not offering you Yu Qiufeng as a domestic slave."
"Even if you have any objections to me, it should be said by Yu Dahai, not you, Young Master Yu!"
"Everything before was just a transaction, so what? I sold myself to you."
"Young Master Yu, don't tell me that you are not the head of the Yu family. Even if you are, you can't be called the only one."
Chen Yang was secretly stunned.
Is this Lao Mo so strong?
I couldn't see it before.
Faced with such a confrontation, Yu Qiufeng actually calmed down and put a smile on his face again:
"Mo Lao, Mo Lao, you are so decisive, don't you want to think about this copper-green mountain?"
As soon as Yu Qiufeng finished speaking, the canopy above his head moved automatically without any wind, the curtains flew up, and streams of spiritual light circulated on it. It was clear that the canopy itself was a large magic weapon.
Mo Buchou stepped back step by step, saying as he did so: "Afraid, but aren't you afraid? Young Master Yu."
Yu Qiufeng reached out and stroked Feng Siniang's cheek gently, and asked with a smile: "What am I afraid of?"