She watched as Lang Zongyi moved his arm.
Fearing she'd be unceremoniously carried on her shoulders again, she admitted her mistake without hesitation. She figured that besides Lang Zongyi, no one else would hear her.
As Lang Zongyi listened to Yan Jiu's unrestrained words, he felt as if he had discovered a side of Yan Jiu that no one else knew.
If the system knew Lang Zongyi's true feelings, it would definitely resonate with him; this was a "playful" quality unique to Yan Jiu and the system.
Unlike Lang Zongyi's dazed state.
Ma Weiwei and Lin Han were very excited.
Listen to this conversation.
They sound just like their seniors/advisors!
Only John Lang blinked his blue eyes and secretly described the situation to his lover via his phone.
The Lang family is located at the northernmost part of the Tianlian Mountain range.
We crossed a waterfall.
The group arrived at a family that had been passed down for hundreds of years.
Nestled amidst verdant hills and clear waters lies a cluster of gray-tiled, white-walled buildings, adorned with carved decorations on the gate tower and walls—a typical example of Hui-style architecture.
There was no luxury, nor any extravagance.
Yet it exudes wealth and luxury everywhere.
Stepping inside, the interior, with its carved beams and painted rafters, is decorated entirely with huanghuali wood.
Yan Jiu's eyes gleamed: "Huanghuali wood, how much?"
Lang Zongyi placed Yan Jiu on the bed and said upon hearing this, "A little more expensive than gold."
After saying that.
He looked toward the rosewood table and chairs.
You can know without having the ability to see ghosts.
Yan Jiu must be scheming against him.
final.
Lang Zongyi still managed to open his Yin-Yang eyes.
After ensuring that Yan Jiu's soul was unharmed.
Lang Zongyi was slightly surprised by Yan Jiu's composure: "Aren't you worried?"
While holding the phone between her cheek and shoulder, Yan Jiu stroked the rosewood and said, "You should be worried about your family. I'm really afraid I'll be so envious that I'll cut off a piece... Oh, are you asking me why I'm not worried about the soul not being able to merge with the body?"
Lang Zongyi hadn't spoken yet.
A hearty voice came from outside the door.
"If you really like this wood, why not give you a set?"
Before you see him, you hear his voice.
Yan Jiu stood up.
Then they saw a peerless woman dressed in an ancient robe, who looked somewhat similar to Lang Zongyi.
She's as tall as John Lang; if she weren't a Taoist priest, she could easily be a model.
John Lang was the first to move over: "Hua Hua?"
Lang Shuhua nodded and said, "However, I have a small condition."
Yan Jiu was surprised by the cultivation level of the person in front of her.
The person in front of me, who can open his Yin-Yang eyes anytime and anywhere, undoubtedly possesses the cultivation level of the peak of the acquired realm.
Lang Zongyi suddenly had a bad feeling and hurriedly stopped her, saying, "Mom!"
Lang Shuhua ignored him and continued, "My son is 21 and still unmarried. How about bringing him along?"
Yan Jiu: "..." Is this what my own mother said? Not sure, let me listen again.
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