Huamao immediately showed an expression as if he had seen a ghost, and his handsome face looked confused and stupid because he was too surprised.

Even his voice was trembling unnaturally: "Yuan, Yuan'er? You said you are Ling Yuan?"

Ling Yuan nodded as a matter of course, but the others stared at her in astonishment, with a look of disbelief on their faces.

Shen Si even circled around Ling Yuan several times, "Sister, this is not a joke. Although you look like our ideal Yuan'er, my Yuan'er doesn't look like this. Before you lie, you should go out and ask around. This level of superficial imitation is too low!"

As he said this, he shook his head with a look of regret and sighed in his heart, "Oh, I wish our Yuan'er really looked like this."

Ling Yuan didn't expect that even after she had pointed it out to this extent, they still didn't believe it, and she immediately felt unhappy.

"You stinky cat, open your eyes and see clearly. If I am not your Lingyuan, who else could it be?"

The corner of Huamao's mouth twitched. To be honest, the tone of voice was exactly the same as his Ling Yuan, but the appearance was too different, right?

"You, are you really Ling Yuan?"

"If you don't want to call me Ling Yuan, you can call me Li Yuan. Or Feng Yuan? Feng Chi?"

He called out a few names at the same time, causing the four people to freeze in place for an instant.

Damn, is it really their Yuaner?

"How did you become like this?"

Thinking of the appearance of Feng Yan that Ling Yuan had transformed with medicine, Shen Si slapped his forehead violently.

"Oh, how could we have forgotten your abilities? So, your appearance today was also caused by drugs?"

Ling Yuan: ...

"My face is real. I'm thinner and prettier now. Hey, brothers, it's fine if you don't believe it, but how can you say it's the result of drugs? If you don't know, you might think your sister went for plastic surgery!"

Huamao's mouth twitched, "Don't say it, you really look like you had plastic surgery."

Out of curiosity, Huamao ran to Lingyuan, stretched out his hand, and tried to touch her face. Lingyuan was speechless, but she cooperated very well and stretched out her face. "Here, if you don't believe it, just touch it hard and see if it's real!"

After hearing this, Huamao actually put his hand on her face. However, before he could make any further moves, Su Yu slapped him away. "Whether it's real or fake, can you tell the difference?"

Huamao looked at Su Yu with some displeasure, "Brother, I haven't even touched her yet, how do you know you can't tell? Besides, I haven't seen my sister for many years. Only by touching her like this can I truly feel that she is alive, do you understand?"

He said this confidently, with Huamao's usual frivolity and indifference. His familiar voice contained the brother's infinite love and longing for his sister. Even Su Yu fell silent after hearing these words.

Ling Yuan, who was standing beside her, had already reddened her eyes, and even grabbed Hua Mao's hand and covered her tender face, "Brother, please touch me well. It doesn't matter how long you touch me. If it's cold, I'll warm it up for you. If it hurts, I'll comfort you, okay?"

"Yuan'er," Huamao's voice choked, but he could no longer utter a word. Finally, he stretched out his hand, hugged Ling Yuan tightly in his arms, and patted her back hard: "You dead girl, you haven't even farted for so many years. I finally waited for you to fart, but what you brought was a distress signal. Don't you know how scared we were along the way?"

"Fifth brother, you're swearing again. Can you please not be so rude? What do you mean by not saying a word? Didn't you already know from my adoptive father that I might not die?"

It would have been better if he hadn't said this. Once he said it, Huamao became even more unhappy. He pushed Ling Yuan away, lowered his head, and glared at her fiercely.

"How dare you bring this up? Is the possibility that you're not dead the same as the certainty that you're not dead? You said you were alive, so why didn't you tell us? Do you know how we've been living these years? My heart aches for me, don't you know?"

Ling Yuan was so shocked by Huamao's howl that spit all over his face that he wiped the spit off his face with a dark face.

"Alright, alright, I'm standing right in front of you guys. Can you please stop trying to bring up old scores with me? Your little sister is weak right now and can't handle your howling!"

As if to confirm Ling Yuan's words, she could not stand and felt her calves trembling. She was about to reach out to hold Huamao and let him take her away, but unexpectedly, someone was faster than her and turned her around and carried her up in front of everyone.

Ling Yuan was frightened and screamed out instinctively. When the fourth young master of Fengchi saw clearly who the person was, his face, which was originally filled with joy, instantly froze.

"Wei Jie? Damn it, why are you here? Hurry up and put my sister down. You shameless bastard, you killed my sister three years ago, and now she's still haunting me. Do you have any shame? Do you have any shame?"

Hua Mao is indeed the most foul-mouthed of the four young masters of Fengchi. Just look at how smoothly his curse comes out. However, Wei Jie, who has long been immune to such curses, did not even bother to glance at him. He just carried her back.

Huamao was so angry that he was jumping up and down. Han Jin, Su Yu and Shen Si were already standing in front of him with gloomy faces.

"Put Yuan'er down, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude."

Wei Jie's lips curled slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold light flashed: "Are you sure you can beat me?"

Su Yu and the others' faces turned completely black because of this sentence. Ling Yuan kicked a few times but it was useless. Instead, Wei Jie changed her position and turned her into a princess hug. She said "put me down" but stared at her brothers curiously in her heart.

"Why do you feel that your brothers are so angry and unwilling when facing Wei Jie?"

Huamao rushed out from behind with gnashing teeth, "So what if I can't beat you? I'll fight you even if I can't. Wei Jie, we'll fight you for the rest of our lives!"

As he said that, he stepped forward and slapped Wei Jie on the top of his head. Ling Yuan clearly saw the disdain on the corner of Wei Jie's mouth. Before she could see clearly what he did, she saw her fifth brother being violently blown away like a kite with a broken string.

Ling Yuan stared at Wei Jie, who hadn't made any move, in astonishment. Damn, how did this man do it? He could send her brother flying without even using his hands?

How weak was her fifth brother? Or was Wei Jie already so powerful that even she couldn't imagine it?

Although Huamao flew away, Su Yu, Han Jin and Shen Si were still standing in front of him. The strength of these three people has always been above Huamao. Wei Jie couldn't use the same method to knock them away, right?

Just as Ling Yuan was waiting and watching, Wei Jie suddenly flashed and did not engage them directly. Instead, he used roundabout tactics and made great use of his shapeshifting to successfully penetrate their defense.

Su Yu and the others came up empty-handed and stood there in a daze. They seemed to have not expected that after such a short time since they last saw each other, this man's skills seemed to have improved?

Ling Yuan looked at the frustration and annoyance on her brother's face and was about to talk to the man, but unexpectedly, Wei Jie suddenly stopped.

Ling Yuan glanced sideways and her fingers unconsciously tightened Wei Jie's collar.

Haha, what's this? There are always mountains higher than the other?

What kind of shitty luck does Wei Jie have that everyone wants to make things difficult for him?

From this perspective, it seemed that she, the person who should hate him the most, was the only one who didn't cause trouble for him?

He raised his eyes and glanced at her coldly, "Yu Hen, what do you want to do?"

"Put her down," Yu Hen stared at her for a long time, and when he looked up again, the jealousy in his eyes was particularly obvious.

Ling Yuan pinched her eyebrows subconsciously when she saw this. Oh, here comes another troublemaker.

Wei Jie's expression was cold and indifferent: "Who do you think you are to her?"

"She is my Yan'er, who do you say she is? Who do you say I am to her?"

Wei Jie suddenly laughed. When Yu Hen walked forward in dissatisfaction and tried to snatch her away, a hint of sharpness suddenly appeared on his face: "Look carefully, who is she? Did your eyes get blinded by the poison after entering this city that never sleeps? You can't even tell your own woman apart?"

Yu Hen frowned slightly, "What do you mean by that?"

Wei Jie glanced at him as if he was an idiot, "This person is Ling Yuan, not your Yan Er. Yu Hen, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your eyes?"

Yu Hen gasped, "Who did you say she is? Ling Yuan? Haha, Wei Jie, whose eyes are blind? Do you think I don't know what your princess looks like?"

"If I say she is Ling Yuan, then she is Ling Yuan. You, Yu Hen, have no right to make any comments."

"Bullshit! I even said she is my queen. She is Hua Yan. Hua Yan is my queen. This is an indisputable fact!"

Wei Jiexuan raised his eyebrows, and his voice gradually became a little colder: "Yuhen, my patience is limited."