Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

"Friend?" The smile on Zhang Fuyao's face changed slightly, "It's more like an old friend than a friend."

Zhang Fuyao was born very handsome, especially his pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, always glowing with a different kind of luster.

Old friend... Wei Zi'an squinted his eyes, and didn't remember having such an old friend.

But his surname is Zhang, could it be that Mr. Zhang?
Thinking of this, Wei Zi'an raised his eyebrows, and took a closer look at Zhang Fuyao. There was a trace of slyness hidden in his smiling eyes. Although it was hidden very deeply, relying on Wei Zi'an's childhood experience, he was still very relaxed. Look out.

The two of them didn't speak for a while, they were dressed in green shirts and white clothes.

Facing each other, intense sparks gradually rubbed off in the silent air.

In the weird atmosphere, the corners of Wei Zi'an's mouth curled up, and he felt that the smooth little hand he was holding was exerting a little force.

"rest assured."

Wei Zi'an sent a voice transmission lightly, since he agreed to Tong Xiangyu, he must deal with this matter cleanly.

Moreover, this is no longer just a matter between two people.

The distance between the two is so close, the shallow fluctuations in the space caused by the sound transmission naturally cannot escape Zhang Fuyao's eyes and ears.

Immediately, he smiled even more happily.

"Master Wei is here to represent Baibao Pavilion to participate in the Wind and Cloud Meeting?" Zhang Fuyao laughed.

But without waiting for Wei Zian to speak, he continued on his own: "But, I heard that Mr. Wei is not an academy student?"

"Yes or no, it seems that it has little to do with Young Master Zhang." Wei Zi'an's face was calm, "On the contrary, Young Master Zhang doesn't compete for the first and second spots, but likes to watch people make out?"

At this time, Qingyun Peak was already in a battle, and it was a lively situation like making dumplings.

There are already people guarding the rings on the four arenas in the southeast, northwest, and there is an endless stream of winners. There are also people who are sitting in the dealership. Wei Zi'an saw his senior sister Fuling come to a banker, and bet most of his savings to win .

Such people abound, but most of them lost everything.The dealer didn't hate this scene, on the contrary, he enjoyed it.

The holding of Fengyunhui is not to determine who is the real arrogance. If it is just for a false name, it will not arouse the enthusiasm of the whole world.

There are four arenas in the southeast, northwest, and those who successfully defend the ring can get a one-month training time in a high-level blessed place, and this high-level blessed place is only owned by the Southern Kingdom.

Therefore, most of the people who came to participate in the Wind and Cloud Meeting were real geniuses from various forces, Wei Zi'an did not believe that Zhang Fuyao and him were usually just watching for fun.

"Lucky luck is never too late."

Zhang Fuyao grinned, "Instead, you guys are just holding hands here, waiting for the Fengyun meeting to end?"

"Your Excellency is a little meddling." Wei Zi'an said softly, not wanting to talk to him anymore.

Tong Xiangyu always had a slight smile on his face, as if the conversation between the two had nothing to do with him.

"Meddling your own business?" Zhang Fuyao was stunned for a moment, and then laughed out loud, the smile on his face was wanton and insolent, like a foolish person being stimulated.

"Master Wei, do you know that the person you are holding is my unmarried wife?"

Hearing this, Wei Zi'an's eyes shrank, his heart was overwhelmed.

Good guy, sister Yu didn't tell me that the two of you have a marriage contract, isn't this too exciting? !
Although it's not good to be caught on the spot, Wei Zian wanted this effect. After careful calculation, the two are still enemies, aren't they?
Wei Zian slightly turned his head and glanced at Tong Xiangyu.

Tong Xiangyu was looked at strangely by this look, but she didn't have any other thoughts in her heart, she didn't have any love for Zhang Fuyao, a prodigal son.

Therefore, there is no right or wrong.

"Mr. Zhang, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk indiscriminately." Tong Xiangyu said softly: "That's just a family joke, it can't be true."

After Zhang Fuyao heard this, the expression on his face gradually disappeared, his slightly squinted pupils emitted fierce eyes, as if he wanted to choose someone to devour, but he still restrained himself.

"Miss Tong, can you be responsible for what you said?"

"Threat me?" Tong Xiangyu snorted coldly, "You don't have the qualifications yet."

"You are just a concubine of the Zhang family, pay attention to your identity."

Tong Xiangyu's words were like a sharp thorn, piercing deeply into Zhang Fuyao's heart,

Wei Zian was also surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect Sister Yu to scold someone so viciously.

Soft on the outside and strong on the inside, no wonder it looks like roses full of thorns.

"good very good!"

Zhang Fuyao's face was extremely gloomy, and the anger in his heart was almost about to burst out.

He raised his head and looked at Wei Zian coldly.

"Young Master Wei, would you like to know where Youshan is?"

Youshan? !
Wei Zi'an's pupils shrank sharply, his eyes pressed against Zhang Fuyao's thin figure like spikes, and unconsciously, his breathing became a little short.

Feeling Wei Zi'an's changes, Tong Xiangyu's heart tightened, this place called Youshan obviously touched the point that Wei Zi'an cared about.

But where is Youshan?
Tong Xiangyu frowned, and thought about it several times, but she couldn't find any information about Youshan in her mind.

"You investigated me?"

Wei Zi'an forcibly controlled his emotions, his voice was as cold as the north wind in winter.

How does this person know about You Shan?

Could it be that the Youshan Mountain recorded in the ancient book was really known and hidden by the Zhang family?

"Of course." Zhang Fuyao did not hide his killing intent, a bright smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he opened his hands and said, "I want to kill you."

Sure enough it was him.

Wei Zian narrowed his eyes slightly, and inadvertently clenched his hands tightly.

Killing intent!
Saber Jinghong kept trembling, as if it wanted the whole world to feel its anger.

If the instrument is uneven, it will sing.

Seeing Wei Zi'an's wonderful "performance", the corners of Zhang Fuyao's mouth turned up, a flash of complacency flashed in his heart.

"Now, is Mr. Wei interested?"

He is provoking me.

In this Qingyun Peak, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, what is he doing for?
At the critical moment, Wei Zian calmed down, and the rippling heart lake gradually returned to calm.

As if sensing the master's intentions, the restless Jinghongjian also fell silent.

Who is he?Why do you want to kill me?
Zhang Fuyao didn't hide his killing intent in any way, even if the opponent was Mr. Qi's closed disciple.

Wei Zian looked at this scene with cold eyes, and asked, "I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang, your acting skills are too clumsy."

"And..." Wei Zi'an took Tong Xiangyu's tender hand and kissed it, "I don't have the skills."

Tong Xiangyu's pretty face flushed slightly, feeling that Wei Zi'an's mood had calmed down, and her heart was quietly at ease.

"You are forcing me."

Zhang Fuyao chuckled, turned around and prepared to leave after leaving these words.

But after walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped in place, "Wei Zi'an, you are such an unfilial son, you don't care about your mother's information at all."