He was drinking from the kettle, but she didn't want to get too close. In fact, he didn't drink much just now.
"So did his father and elder brother."
"Even if we are soldiers, how can he prove that he belongs to you, Cheng Liang?"
The old Duke was holding Tenglong in his right hand and Xiaohu in his left hand, and was surrounded by people.
Fu Ciyi sighed inwardly. The old man was extremely vigilant. Fortunately, Yan Funing could not see his murderous intent, otherwise there would have been a bloody battle at this moment.
While the village is in danger, Yan Jiajun will take you up the mountain and out of the village there are many ways.
Yan Funing followed slowly.
Once we were sure we were outside the village and others could hear us talking, you said, "The evidence he showed you is completely valid. How did he prove that this old man had been a soldier? And that these weapons belonged to you, Fu Ciyi?"
"He's looking at the village." Yan Jiajun raised his hand and pointed.
Yan Jiajun also saw it and said quickly, "His grandfather usually plays with cats and dogs, but he always finds time to check on my soldiers."
Yan Jiajun stopped abruptly. "He can sense that this old man was once a soldier, and he can sense that the weapon belongs to Fu Ciyi. What other evidence does he need?"
Although we were halfway up the mountain and there was no forest to block our view, and people outside the village could still see us, you still covered your mouth.
Cheng Liangxue continued, "That's Fu Ciyi." After a slight pause, she added, "And that's only a large part of Fu Ciyi."
Finally, the Yan family army stopped, and you supported your hands under your knees, breathing slowly.
Like coming back from training.
Yan Jiajun tore off the human skin mask, poured you a cup of cold tea, and asked calmly, "Do you refuse to marry me?"
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