Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

The young man looked happy, but Mu Yan gradually narrowed his eyes.

"What? Don't you remember me?" Ling Shaoqing raised her eyebrows and winked at her.

Wan Muyan's fist that had just been loosened just now was clenched again at this time, she gritted her teeth, her face was not as pleasantly surprised as Ling Shaoqing expected.

The girl suddenly jumped forward, her clenched fist was about to hit him.

Ling Shaoqing almost couldn't dodge in time, he quickly turned around, his hands still behind his back, he hurriedly said: "Xiao Yan, don't you remember me?"

The young man's somewhat aggrieved voice fell into Wan Muyan's ears, and Mu Muyan just looked at him with great dissatisfaction, staring at the handsome young man who was much taller than her.

If Ling Shaoqing had just walked into her room like this, she might not be so angry at Mu Muyan.

but……

Mu Yan lowered her eyes, and saw the few leaves that fell on the ground by the window at a glance.

It was on Ling Shaoqing, and he brought it in.

"You shouldn't have come in like this." The girl's tone was full of dissatisfaction with the boy.

Ling Shaoqing tilted his head in bewilderment, he couldn't understand Mu Yan's point of anger, and asked back: "No, don't you feel surprised... don't you..."

Before the last word was completely uttered, the girl showed a golden needle.

Ling Shaoqing's eyes widened in horror, he hurriedly backed away, distanced himself from the girl, and hurriedly said, "This is for real!"

While he was speaking, the girl had already stepped in front of him in two or three steps, Ling Shaoqing frowned immediately, and used three points of spiritual power to protect her body, blocking in front of her.

But what he didn't expect was that his spiritual power seemed useless in front of the girl. Wan Muyan raised his hand and waved the golden needle, Ling Shaoqing immediately raised his hand, clasped both hands, and pressed it to his forehead.

The spiritual power condensed around him, and the reddish air flow wrapped him up, making his whole body protected by the spiritual power.

Wan Muyan frowned, then tightly pinched her golden needle, a powerful spiritual force instantly gathered, forming a small arc-shaped shield at the tip of the golden needle.

Mu Muyan took the golden needle and stabbed at the aura mask on Ling Shaoqing's body.

The young man's eyes widened, and he felt that his heart, which had been settled just now, was hanging high again at this moment.

He took out the folding fan at his waist, waved it casually, and then charged up to block in front of him, but he felt that the spiritual power gathered on the golden needle seemed to contain a strong force, tearing apart the spiritual power barrier in front of him.

Why is she able to suppress his spiritual power when she is just a yellow girl?

Sweat broke out on Ling Shaoqing's forehead, he clenched his teeth, staring at the golden needle with the twilight smoke spiritual power, cold sweat rolled down the young man's cheeks, and his heart skipped a beat at that moment.

A strong sense of oppression gradually intensified as the gold needles continued to penetrate.

Ling Shaoqing frowned, his clenched teeth finally opened at this moment, and what he exhaled was his tired breath.

"Little, Xiaoyan, I just, just want to get to know you, aren't we friends?"

Hearing Ling Shaoqing's implying begging for mercy, she quickly stabbed out the golden needle in her hand, but stopped her movements the moment Ling Shaoqing closed her eyes.

The spiritual power cover in front of Ling Shaoqing was completely shattered, and the folding fan lost the support of spiritual power in an instant, and fell to the ground with a thud, half-opened, revealing a corner of the ink landscape.

Mu Yan had a sullen face, her eyes were full of displeasure.