"Why, haven't you seen enough?"
Qingshan sighed: "Yeah..."
Before Qingshan could finish her words, a small firework exploded in the air above her head, making a muffled "bang" sound, which scared Qingshan.
The fireworks were closer to the ground than the previous ones, only five or six meters high, and their color was deep red, forming two acacia trees with intertwined roots in the air.
"T-You did this?"
Qingshan's peach blossom eyes suddenly opened wide, and with her mouth open, she looked at Luo Wenyuan in surprise. Luo Wenyuan put one arm around Qingshan and waved his other hand in the air. Large buds emerged from the branches of the intertwined tree, and in an instant, they bloomed into orange-red flowers.
After the intertwined trees disappeared, Luo Wenyuan condensed another fireball and threw it into the sky.
"Wow--!"
Luo Wenyuan lowered his head and met Qingshan's raised face, his dark eyes full of surprise.
Luo Wenyuan smiled and gently touched her nose with his forehead: "Look!"
The fireball rose to a height of five or six meters. Luo Wenyuan suddenly loosened his fist and pointed his fingers in the air. The fireball in the air exploded with a "bang". The red flames gradually formed two fiery red phoenixes as Luo Wenyuan's fingers moved.
The phoenixes seemed to be living creatures, chasing and playing in the air. As the flames gradually went out, the two phoenixes flapped their wings and flew away into the distance, disappearing into the night sky.
Luo Wenyuan leaned down and murmured in Qingshan's ear: "I wish to be a pair of wings in the sky, and a pair of branches on the ground..."
Luo Wenyuan's voice was low and a little hoarse, and Qingshan felt her ears tingling and itchy, and her face flushed. She had always been the one teasing Luo Wenyuan before, but today he had teased her to the point of blushing and her heartbeat was beating fast. Qingshan felt quite embarrassed.
Humph, you've never chased girls before, so how come you're so good at flirting? Who did you learn this from? Just wait and see!
"Uh—well, Wen Yuan, you're amazing! It's a shame the Spring Festival Gala production team didn't find you..."
Luo Wenyuan saw Qingshan's dodging gaze and his playful face, and he was amused. "You little bastard, are you shy now? I'll remember all the times you teased me, and I'll settle the score later!"
Some people in the banquet hall also saw the small fireworks at the artificial lake in the backyard, thinking there was a hidden show, and they started walking over. Luo Wenyuan's identity as a superpower couldn't be easily exposed, so Qingshan pulled Luo Wenyuan up, called Yin'er Hongdeng, and returned to the hall.
Chu Shanyang and several old men had already gone back to be with their families, and other guests also left one after another. Uncle Zhong and Zhan Feng were busy seeing them off, while Zhan Kunpeng was still sitting at the tea table with a calm demeanor.
Seeing that Qingshan and Luo Wenyuan had finally had enough of their "snappiness", Lao Zhan entered the hall and hurried to greet them. Before they arrived, laughter had already arrived.
"Hahahaha, sister Qingshan, this must be my brother-in-law Xiao Luo, right?"
Qingshan's forehead veins throbbed, thinking, "Why are you blindly recognizing relatives?" But before she could correct him, Luo Wenyuan greeted Zhan Kunpeng.
"Brother Zhan!"
Aoyama: Enough of your cuteness! (??へ??╬)
"Great! Great! My brother-in-law is such a handsome man! I wonder where he is doing?"
"Qilin Special Forces."
Zhan Kunpeng, a seasoned veteran, knew of a mysterious Chinese armed force whose warriors possessed secret skills, surpassing those of ordinary humans. Zhan Kunpeng had once heard Zhan Feng mention that Luo Wenyuan could emit flaming "qigong," leading him to conclude that the Qilin Special Forces were most likely China's world-shaking secret weapon. Furthermore, the identity of Luo's brother-in-law was likely more complex; he might be a so-called "superpower."
Thinking of this, Zhan Kunpeng's eyes lit up even more, and his sharp eyebrows turned into s-shaped eyebrows: Zhan Feng, this brat, has eight lifetimes of good luck to have such an awesome master and grandmaster looking after him! No, I have to burn three incense sticks to the ancestors later, and pray that Zhan Feng can become a formal disciple as soon as possible!
Zhan Feng had arranged for Luo Wenyuan's luggage to be sent to Qingshan's room on the third floor.
The guests downstairs had all left. Qingshan called home and saw that there was nothing he could do to help, so he took Luo Wenyuan upstairs.
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