Linghu Lan put down her chopsticks and looked at Fu Xin's serious nonsense with a half-smile.
Fu Xin blushed slightly, gave a haughty snort, and muttered under her breath, "Who told him to steal my wife?"
"Smack!"
Linghu Lan flicked his forehead with her finger, then took the Xuan Tie Token and placed it on herself.
She knew in her heart that Wei Feng and Lu Yinshuang had no relationship, and that Wei Feng had probably obtained the token by chance.
Fu Xin covered her head, looking at Linghu Lan with a resentful expression.
It really hurts; I'll get bumps all over my head from all the bouncing sooner or later.
Linghu Lan reached out and ruffled his hair, blew on it, and said seriously, "He is my senior brother. You are not allowed to talk nonsense again."
"..."
"Do you understand?"
"Understood, understood. How could I dare disobey the heroine's command?" Fu Xin smiled on the outside, but in his heart he was thinking, "Damn it."
"After some time, we'll go back to the Lingshan Sect together to pay our respects to my parents." Linghu Lan's heart stirred, and she added, "When will we go to see your parents again?"
"This..." Fu Xin looked troubled and lowered her head slightly. "After returning from the Lingshan Sect, I will take you to see my father. I'm afraid that when your father finds out who my father is, he won't agree to our marriage."
Linghu Lan couldn't help but laugh.
Qin Ying's father, Qin Changhe, is from a renowned and righteous sect. Given how difficult it is to bind her heart, her father is unlikely to be a member of a righteous family.
Jin Wuhuan and Fuxin had no liking for each other, and Fuxin's father was not a member of the Demonic Sect. So, was his father a person who was both righteous and evil?
Who exactly is your father?
Fu Xin blushed slightly, coughed, and said arrogantly, "My father is a name that strikes fear into the hearts of everyone in the martial arts world, a very famous and renowned figure..."
"Heroine Qin, it's been a long time since we last met, though we've been separated by mountains and rivers!"
A man floated in from outside with a carefree air. He was dressed in white, as white as snow, and looked like an immortal. His eyebrows were slightly raised, and his appearance was very handsome. A white jade flute was tucked at his waist. He was indescribably elegant and unrestrained.
The newcomer was none other than Jin Wuhuan, the young leader of the Demonic Sect.
Fu Xin was very displeased when he was interrupted. Doesn't a weakling have any dignity?
He slammed his hand on the table, glared angrily at Jin Wuhuan, and said to Linghu Lan, "Heroine, let's go!"
“Alright!” Linghu Lan suppressed her laughter, obediently stood up, and followed Fu Xin out the door.
Jin Wuhuan's face showed anger; that pretty boy was still right next to Qin Ying.
He stood up and laughed, "Miss Qin, you have repeatedly ruined important matters for my sect. Are you just going to leave without saying a word?"
Linghu Lan heard his words and understood what he meant.
During this period, she spent many days in various sects, eliminating spies and traitors one by one. Among them were many traitors who were Jin Wuhuan's spies and accomplices.
Many of the traitors who came to provoke us had actually already defected to the evil cult.
Jin Wuyou secretly controlled them to hold great power in the sect, in order to prepare for the future glory of the Demonic Sect.
Having kicked down so many mountain gates, it's fair to say that Jin Wuyou's plan is now completely useless.
In that case, I really have ruined many important things for Jin Wuyou.
But so what?
This heroine is delighted!
Seeing that Fu Xin continued walking forward with unwavering steps, she stopped as well and followed Fu Xin.
When facing external enemies, husband and wife should naturally be of one mind; their strength can break even metal.
Jin Wuhuan's anger intensified. He floated to the front of Linghu Lan and Fu Xin, blocking their path.
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