Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 243: Arrogantly straightforward and strong

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Three months ago?

It happens to be the "period of love" when Leng Fenghua is in full swing with Ye Qingqian.

Leng Fenghua's face suddenly sank, and his gloomy eyes stared at Ye Qingqian.

It seems to be strange Ye Qingqian, but he told Ye Qingluo to listen to their private words.

Ye Qingqian felt aggrieved immediately.

For Leng Fenghua, she knelt to Ye Qingluo, giving Ye Qingluo a chance to humiliate her.

Leng Fenghua didn't know how to be grateful, and she said coldly to her.

The more Ye Qingqian thinks about it, the more upset her heart is.

But she didn't dare to get angry at Leng Fenghua, she had to gritted her teeth and resisted her anger, and she had to think of ways to stop Ye Qingluo's mouth.

"Seven sisters, you can eat things at random, but you can't talk nonsense! Your Highness often came to Sanquan Zong Mansion to walk around three months ago, and when did he talk about breaking the marriage contract with you!"

"Since ancient times, there is no reason for a woman Hugh! You are just being fascinated by other men today!"

When she said "other men", she looked at Di Moxuan specifically.

The eyes are full of disdainful ridicule. Such an ordinary man can only be seen by Ye Qingluo.

"I said eldest sister, you shouldn't forget~ March ago, you and Leng Fenghua were under the big tree in that garden..."

Ye Qing stopped speaking, and Mei eyes showed a sly smile: "Your gentleman can be called a concubine. After a few tens of miles away, I can hear your blushing face. The sound."

Ye Qing was ashamed and angry, her face was blue and white, and she was shivering with anger.

She wanted to teach Ye Qingluo a lesson, but she didn't expect Ye Qingluo to be unable to say a word instead.

Ye Qingluo didn't bother to care about her, and went straight to the mercenary group.

The corpses of beasts everywhere are extremely bloody.

Ye Qingluo glanced at the corpses, and immediately opened his hands to the head of the regiment: "Magic core and magic spar."

This unceremonious tone made the group leader startled slightly, and for a long time he couldn't understand the meaning of Ye Qing's words.

Seeing his dazed appearance, Ye Qingluo explained patiently: "Give me all the magic cores and magic spars collected from the herd."

"Hiss——"

The mercenaries sitting on the ground took a breath.

I have never seen anyone who is domineering and rampant...so reasonable and bold!

The head of the group also showed a bit of embarrassment on his face.

Although they were able to get out of danger this time, it was the blessing of Ye Qingluo.

But after all...they have lost so much this time that they may not even earn the employer's money.

Before Ye Qing settled down, she had led her little cat and searched out most of the magic core.

Furthermore, she also picked up a magic spar, which was completely profitable.

Since the emotions are reasonable, they should not go into the remaining magic core with them.

"Speaking of the magic core, I haven't asked you yet!" Ye Qing's hands under his shallow sleeves clasped tightly together. "This mercenary group is hired by your Highness. All the things they get It belongs to His Highness!"

"Do your best?" Ye Qingluo curled her lips like a non-smiling smile, squinted her eyes, and squinted at the head, "How much did you do?"

The leader's face stiffened, and he lowered his head.

When the high-level Eudemons chased him, Ye Qingluo made the most accurate calculations for him, and the exit reminded him, so that he survived.

Ye Qingqian gritted his teeth and stared at the head of the group with hatred of iron and steel.

Then he looked at Ye Qingluo: "In short, if we have many people, we should score more! Take out your magic core, and the magic spar!"

Ye Qingluo snorted, rolled his eyes disapprovingly, and opened his palm to the group leader: "Magic core and magic spar."

The head pursed his lips, stared at Ye Qingluo for a long time, and took out a brocade bag from his arms: "A total of thirty-four magic cores, no magic spar."