69novels Chapter 497
Chapter 497
"Xi'an, thank you for your hard work."
Luo Fanchen held Ye Xi'an's cold little hand, his deep black eyes full of sincerity.
A simple sentence fell into Ye Xi'an's ears, but it seemed to be better than a thousand words. All the selection of ingredients and repeated cooking in the kitchen in recent days were worth it.
"No..."
"It's not hard."
Ye Xi'an's cheeks were flushed, and the other party was reluctant to let go, and her heart was beating more and more panic.
"Brother Luo..."
She shyly pulled her little hand back.
Seeing that Luo Fanchen really let go, she felt a sense of loss in her heart for a moment.
But when the other party's fingers finally left, he gently scratched her palm.
Ye Xi'an's slender silk stockings legs trembled,
It was as if an electric current passed through the palm of her hand, spreading through her limbs and bones, and her heart was throbbing.
He turned around quickly, his hair swaying and bringing out the fragrance, and he grabbed his sister's wrist and fled away.
Luo Fanchen had no choice but to "smile bitterly". I don't want to flirt with her either.
But there are so many bad men out there. What if such a good and pure girl is harmed by others? It's better for me to protect her at home.
He turned his head and saw that Yang Jinghong, the young man, and the audience around him were all open-mouthed, dumbfounded, and couldn't say anything.
"No, buddy, I just said you don't have a woman, and you're here for real!!"
"Fuck, the master of picking up girls?"
Yang Jinghong was breathing rapidly. His brother-in-law had learned these two tricks, so he was still worried about not having girls around him?
"What are you looking at? Eat the vegetables."
Luo Fanchen stuffed the melon seeds he had snatched in his hand to Yang Jinghong and the young man: "No, no, no, I'll give them all to you. Who cares about your two melon seeds!!"
Yang Jinghong took a bite of the vegetables,
sour!
After taking a sip of wine,
it was bitter.
Oh, my buddy is alive, and my brother-in-law is living.
Luo Fanchen: No, brother, you don’t know, I am also struggling to make a living, and can only eat steamed buns to get by.
The social youth raised his glass to Luo Fanchen and sighed: "Master, you have an ideal type in the world. You will regret it if you don’t cherish it."
Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes: "You are so young, but you talk as if you are a hundred or eighty years old."
The three of them took a sip of wine, a bite of meat, boasted, raised their glasses and drank together, it was very moist, so happy, and the people around them drooled with envy.
Not to mention that the players waiting for the draw results were stunned, the big guys in the sky were all eyelids trembling, feeling that Luo Fanchen and Yang Jinghong below were outrageous.
Others are nervously preparing for the world competition, and you two are eating and drinking, showing off cooked food?
"Zhao, no!"
"Old man, I'm greedy." Zhan Doudou stood up and wanted to fly down.
Guan Canghai, the leader of Chixiao Sect, frowned: "Zhan Sect Leader, please respect yourself!"
"Self-respect is bullshit!"
Zhan Doudou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I am a gangster, do gangsters need to respect themselves?"
"Get lost."
He spoke vulgarly, obviously had an old grudge against the White Tiger Empire, and disappeared in a flash.
"Fuck?"
"You really don't treat yourself as an outsider."
Luo Fanchen was stunned for a while, and suddenly a Shamatte old man jumped out beside him. Without saying a word, he squatted over and swung his arms to eat and drink, showing off, with oil dripping from his mouth.
"Where did you come from, old Deng, go away, that's my young master's bear paw."
Yang Jinghong knew that the other party was the leader of the Zhan Sect, but deliberately pretended not to know and pushed the other party.
I definitely can't beat him, but I can still satisfy my urge to curse him.
Ignorance is not blame, my father cleaned my ass when I pissed off the old man.
He is the father and I am the son.
The old man didn't care at all when he was pushed,
He smacked his lips, said it was delicious, and ate madly.
Yang Jinghong was speechless and joined the food scramble.
Luo Fanchen covered his head,
Where is this legendary Bahuang Sect boss? How can he be like a gangster leader?
There was a boiling sound from the audience in the distance,
Even Zhan Doudou was startled and looked over.
It turned out that Ye Xi'an and her sister were distributing mung bean soup, some simple food and seasonal fruits to the soul masters and people who were watching the game under the scorching sun.
Most importantly, the two sisters were distributing supplies in the name of Luo Fanchen.
For a while, Luo Fanchen didn't know how many people's goodwill he had harvested in the field.
Even some spectators from hostile forces were embarrassed and a little ashamed.
Zhan Doudou's old eyes flickered, chewing the fried dragon meat with sauce, and said incoherently: "Luo boy, are those two your girls?"
Luo Fanchen answered honestly: "Friends, all friends."
"I understand, I understand." Zhan Doudou smiled slyly: "Friends who are related by blood."
The old rogue's words were so blunt that even Yang Jinghong was not used to it.
Luo Fanchen stared blankly: "You... you saidWhat does it mean?"
"I... I didn't understand."
"Boring."
Zhan Doudou shook his head and pointed his greasy mouth at the two women: "You are so lucky, how many women in the world are willing to devote their efforts to help men."
"Eat and drink enough, the old man is leaving!"
Yang Jinghong looked at the mess on the table and said, "Go to the west!"
"Bang!"
A chicken bone fell from the air and hit him on the forehead accurately.
"Zhao, you stinky old man! You beat people after eating!"
"Let this young master take you in!! "
Many people were touched by what the sisters Ye Xi'an did.
In fact, most people don't lack those supplies, but the most precious thing is.
This is the daughter of the ten major sects, this is the woman of the top scholar, willing to personally deliver things to these peasant soul masters and common people.
The feeling is completely different.
That is a kind of respect...
And for those who struggle at the bottom, what they desire most is often respect.
For a while,
I don't know how many special eyes, grateful or with other emotions, looked at Luo Fanchen.
The second prince, Ye Feng and others, as well as some big men with deep-rooted class ideas in the sky, sneered.
"What a loser!"
"A noble daughter, trying to please the common people?"
"What's the use? What can you get?"
"It's cheap." "
The nine-colored bird on the throne stared down with its amber eyes.
Emperor Weiyang withdrew his gaze from the noisy audience. His beautiful eyes showed no emotion. He just said to Bai Yingyue seriously, "These two people, I will protect them in the future."
"You are not allowed to be jealous."
Bai Yingyue curled her lips.
Emperor Weiyang glanced at Luo Fanchen vaguely. His eyes were unexpectedly deep and had nothing to do with emotion. It seemed to hide some special meaning. Then he withdrew his gaze.
The drawing of lots was over.
"Hey, why did I draw a little brother from the Eight Desolate Sect? Can't I draw a saint son to deal with it?"
Yang Jinghong was the first to know the result of the drawing, with a look of "regret".
The social youth spat, "The villain succeeded."
Ye Xiying was shy and returned with the result of the drawing with a strange look.
Luo Fanchen asked in confusion, "What's wrong? "
Ye Xiying hesitated, and said hesitantly: "I picked your brother-in-law."
Yang Jinghong scratched his head and yelled, "My opponent is not my brother-in-law!"
The social youth rolled his eyes, "Xiu'er, sit down, you are at most a brother-in-law."
"Ye Feng?"
Before Luo Fanchen finished speaking, an excited voice came from the White Tiger Empire in the distance.
Ye Feng stared at him with a sneer in the air, showing a mouthful of white teeth, emitting a biting cold, raised his eyebrows and waved his hands, slowly raised the jade sign in his hand, full of provocation.
At the same time, in the rest area of the Great Wilderness Purple Qi Sect, the elder looked at Lin Qianjue, who was injured and depressed by Ye Feng, with a gloomy face, and finally looked in the direction of Luo Fanchen.
He clenched his fists, as if he was making some difficult decision.
Finally, he took a difficult step and walked towards Luo Fanchen...