Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 24: Strength is the capital to survive

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"Tsk tusk~Is this dizzy?" Ye Qing looked disappointed, shook his head and sighed, "The show is over, everyone is over, let's sprinkle it."

She stretched her waist, raised her leg and walked into the house.

It seems that everything that just happened, in her eyes, is just a farce.

Leng Fenghua hurried to catch up, and said with joy: "Miss Seven, you are forgiving—"

"Stop it." Ye Qingluo raised his hand and said with a stopped finger.

"His Royal Highness's ability to coax women is too bad. As for the young master, he has decided to withdraw from your marriage."

What she was talking about was a light wind.

The eyes are crooked and the corners of the mouth are crooked.

That beautiful face looks so leisurely and contented.

The proud and elegant breath spread all over her.

Leng Fenghua became more aware of what she was thinking, and a touch of determination flashed in her eyes.

"It's okay, my Royal Highness is confident and has captured Miss Seven's heart." He put on a smile that he thought was suave.

Ye Qingluo rolled her eyes: "Leng Fenghua, you really don't understand human words?"

This kind of scumbag is disgusting at first glance.

She didn't bother to pay attention to Leng Fenghua any more, shook the folding fan in her hand, and looked up in the crowd to find the man who had just borrowed the folding fan.

After scanning around, no man is seen.

Are you gone?

Forget it, Sanquan City is only this big, and when there is a chance to see you again in the future, I will return the folding fan to him.

At that time, I will also return this kindness by the way.

Ye Qingluo put away the folding fan and swaggered into the mansion.

Several entourage wanted to stop, but when I thought of Ye Qingluo's fierceness just now, where did he dare to step forward?

I had to let Ye Qing fall and disappear into my sight.

Yetian was sweating wildly, looking at Leng Fenghua’s expressionless face, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please don't breathe with the same waste. The little waste is rubbing your nose on your face. Wait until the minister will be well... …"

"What kind of waste, that is the future prince of my Royal Highness!" Leng Fenghua's eyes were gloomy, and he stared coldly at Ye Tiantian, very unhappy.

Ye Tian Kuang shrank his head and nodded again and again: "Yes...Yes."

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Walk into the house and follow the memory back to her yard.

This is the most remote abandoned courtyard in Sanquan Mansion, and it is also the place where her mother lived.

The yard was dilapidated, with withered yellow branches everywhere, billowing smoke and dust, and a damp, musty smell.

Walking in, you can see spider webs everywhere in the courtyard.

Since the mother died of illness, Ye Qingluo has lived here alone, being taken care of by a lame girl.

Ye Qingluo has no time to care about the shabby here.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, she rushed straight into her room.

I just stepped on the threshold of entry with my front foot, my chest felt tight, and a mouthful of blood was spit out.

Her body fell heavily to the ground.

The palm that Ye Tian slashed wildly just now, although she avoided it dangerously, she was still injured by profound energy.

The arm has been broken since then, and it hurts terribly.

Have endured, endured... until now.

Ye Qingluo severely wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth, leaning on the door that kept creaking, panting heavily.

To survive in another world, she must use the Xuanxin Jade that Emperor Mo Xuan created for her as soon as possible to cultivate Xuan Qi!

Only strength is the real capital to survive!

She has no advantages in Ye Qingluo, just that she likes to pay attention to it.

Today's injury, she will surely return it a hundred times!

"Miss...what's wrong with you, miss?" There was a sound of an iron basin falling on the ground, accompanied by the sound of stumbling footsteps.

I saw a little girl, wearing a coarse cloth coat full of patches, limping over.

This is Ye Qingluo's only maid, named Ziling.