The dishes were simple, fresh, tender, and smooth, but unfortunately, only Fang Zong had the appetite to eat them.
Fang Zong ate while admiring the little boy's essay.
Essay title: My Mother.
It was the dead of night, the sun was blazing, and the earth was about to be baked dry.
A torrential downpour was falling from the sky, splashing a layer of water mist on the ground;
The hailstones, the size of soybeans, pelted down on Mom, surely causing her immense pain.
Looking out, all I could see was a vast expanse of white snow, and my mother was trudging along, her steps uneven as she went...
Seeing this, Fang Zong couldn't hold back any longer and looked at Shui Youyou: "Your younger brother, is he not your biological son?"
Why do you say that?
“ˇ▽ˇ”.
Fang Zong continued eating. He had to admit that Shui Youyou's cooking skills were really good. The twice-cooked pork was tender but not greasy, and the crayfish was numbing but not spicy.
Of course, Fang Zong checked before eating to see if there was any poison.
Yang Jiu noticed that Fang Zong was eating with his mouth full of oil, so he pulled up Shui Youyou and her brother and said, "If you have nothing else to do, we'll be leaving. I know you're a military officer, but the Yang family isn't going to be trifled with either. We'll keep to ourselves."
"Go? Where to?" Fang Zong looked around.
This doesn't feel like my own home, so I should be the one leaving.
Yang Jiu narrowed his eyes and said threateningly, "I'm taking Youyou back to the family!"
"Okay, let's go together!" Fang Zong had finished eating and felt it was time to go back.
Having absorbed blood essence all day, I wonder to what extent Lin Qiaoyu has recovered.
Bai Su is also in the Yang family's residence; perhaps she can figure out Shui Youyou's background and origins...
The three of them got into the car together. Yang Jiu drove, Shui Youyou sat in the passenger seat holding her younger brother, and Fang Zong was in the back seat, staring blankly at a strand of Shui Youyou's hair.
There was a bottle of mineral water in the back seat. Fang Zong thought for a moment and then plucked a few strands of watery hair.
Then I took a sip of mineral water, sprayed a small amount onto my hair that had already been drained of water, and was surprised to find—
Even after being removed from the water, the severed hair still emitted a rainbow of fluorescent light!
In other words, this is armor with amazing defensive capabilities!
[You bastard!] Yang Jiu stared at Fang Zong through the rearview mirror, gritting his teeth and thinking fiercely:
[You dare follow me back to the Yang family? You wait! No matter who you are, even if you kneel before my aunt, kowtow until your head is bleeding, even if you stab yourself to frame someone, I'll make sure you suffer the consequences!]
He had long considered Shui Youyou his woman, but for some reason, the moment he saw Shui Youyou with wet hair, he was completely smitten.
Various forms of assistance and pursuits undertaken anonymously.
I haven't even touched a single hair on Shui Youyou's head yet!
Fang Zong suddenly looked up at the rearview mirror and said, "Are you unhappy?"
"Yes!" the man from the Yang family readily admitted.
"Fine, then keep being unhappy."
Fang Zongcai couldn't be bothered with him.
Actually, I was helping him just now. After all, I am the junior uncle of the Yang family.
Unfortunately, even if Yang Jiu put on a show of sacrificing himself for love, it's very likely he still wouldn't be able to keep Shui Youyou.
The prince and Cinderella's positions are reversed.
After replacement,
The world has changed drastically!
Fang Zong had a feeling that Shui Youyou was unusual, possibly beyond his imagination.
The vehicle traveled along the winding mountain road and soon arrived at the Yang family's luxurious mansion. The electronic gate opened quickly, and the seventeenth girl, whom they had met before, was waiting at the entrance with her entourage.
"Seventeenth Sister!"
Although Yang Jiu did not have any energy nodes, he was agile and clearly had received professional training.
With a leap, he tackled Shui Youyou and her brother off the car and ran towards Yang Shiqi, roaring, "Save us!"
Save...you?
Yang Shiqi and his group were all stunned.
Look at the Audi's body and check the license plate. That's right, it's the car that Junior Uncle drove out in!
At this moment, Fang Zong got off the bus.
Upon seeing Fang Zong, Yang Shiqi immediately led his men to bow deeply and shout, "Greetings, Junior Uncle!"
He gave him another look.
Yes, that's exactly the look in his eyes.
They looked at their ninth brother with great pity.
Yang Jiu: "..."
Shui Youyou: "..."
Handsome men and beautiful women, like lotus leaves swaying in the cold wind.
His face was completely disheveled.
...
"Greetings, Junior Uncle!"
"Junior Uncle, I was wrong. Now I realize you were trying to help me! Junior Uncle is awesome!"
"Junior Uncle, you are accomplished in both literature and martial arts, unifying the martial world for generations to come, what was that again!"
The Yang family's masculinity vanished instantly. Upon hearing the tip-off from Yang Shiba, his own younger brother, Yang Jiu followed Fang Zong around like a lackey, fawning over him and displaying a servile and obsequious demeanor.
Fang Zong ignored him and headed towards the Yang family's reception hall.
At the entrance of the hall, Yang Yuying, leaning on a large axe, waited with Bai Su, whose expression was calm and aloof.
Youmingfeng also arrived. Fang Zong shook his head slightly at him, then frowned slightly and left the place far away.
Since we haven't gotten involved in certain things yet, we should try not to know even a little bit about them.
Youmingfeng understood Fang Zong's meaning.
"How is Lin Qiaoyu?" Fang Zong asked.
"He's already awake, but in terms of strength, he still needs to absorb ghost energy or ghosts to recover."
Yang Yuying smiled and said, "But Qiaoyu said she wants to observe three years of mourning for her master. It took my sister a long time to persuade her to change it to three days. She's carving a memorial tablet in that room over there. Why don't you leave her alone for now?"
Three years of mourning? Should it be changed to three days?
Fang Zong pursed his lips. Without even thinking, he knew that Yang Yuying had used a very special method of persuasion. There weren't many things that could threaten Lin Qiaoyu; currently, it seemed that only the ancestral tablet of the Daoist nun Ziyu was a threat.
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