Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

"Xi, thank you for your hard work."

Luo Fanchen held Ye Xi's cold little hand, his deep black eyes were full of sincerity.

A simple sentence fell into Ye Xi's ears, but it seemed to be worth a thousand words. All the selection of ingredients and repeated cooking in the kitchen were worth it.

"No……"

"It's not hard work."

Ye Xi's cheeks were flushed, and the other party did not let go of her hand for a long time, her heart became more and more flustered.

"Brother Luo..."

She shyly tugged her little hand back.

Seeing that Luo Fanchen really let go, he felt a sense of loss in his heart for a moment.

But when the other party's fingers finally left, they scratched lightly on her palm.

Let Ye Youling's beautiful legs in stockings tremble,

It was as if an electric current had flowed through the palm of the hand, permeating the limbs and bones, and throbbing in the heart.

Turning around quickly, shaking her hair and blowing the fragrance, she grabbed her younger sister's wrist and left as if fleeing.

Luo Fanchen had no choice but to "smile bitterly", and I didn't want to flirt either.

But there are so many bad men out there, such a good and pure girl, what if someone else harms her if she is released, it's better for the buddies to do what they can and protect them at home.

He turned his head to see that Yang Jinghong, the social youths, and the surrounding audience were all mouths wide open, dumbfounded, unable to speak at all.

"It's not buddy, you just said you don't have a woman, so you're telling the truth!!"

"Damn it, patriarch who picks up girls?"

Yang Jinghong's breath was short of breath, brother-in-law learned it in two strokes, and still worry about not having a girl by his side?

"What are you looking at, eat vegetables."

Luo Fanchen stuffed the melon seeds he had snatched in his hand to Yang Jinghong and the social youth: "Nuo Nuo Nuo, I will give you all, who cares about your two melon seeds!!"

Yang Jinghong took a bite of the dish,

sour!

took a sip of wine,

bitter.

Well, brother-in-law, this is life.

The social youth toasted to Luo Fanchen and sighed: "Lord No. [-], you have an ideal type in the world. If you don't cherish it, you will regret it."

Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes: "You are so young, you talk like you have a story when you are 80 years old."

The three of them had a sip of wine, a sip of meat, bragging about their awesomeness, and drank together. They were very moist and happy, and the envious people beside them drool.

Not to mention the players who were waiting for the results of the lottery, the eyelids of the big bosses in the sky trembled, and they felt that Luo Fanchen and Yang Jinghong below were outrageous.

Others are nervously preparing for the World Series, you two are eating and drinking, showing off the cooked food?

"Zhuo, no!"

"Old man, I'm hungry." Zhan Doudou got up and wanted to fly down.

Chi Xiao Sect Master Guan Canghai frowned: "Sect Master Zhan, please respect yourself!"

"Self-respecting fart!"

Zhan Doudou raised his eyebrows and sneered: "I'm a hooligan, do hooligans need to respect themselves?"

"Go to your uncle."

His words were vulgar, and he obviously had an old grudge against the forces of the White Tiger Empire, so he disappeared in a flash.

"Fuck?"

"You really don't think of yourself as an outsider."

Luo Fanchen was stunned for a while, and suddenly an old man who killed Matt jumped out beside him, without saying a word, he squatted over and stretched his arms, eating and drinking, Kuku opened his eyes, his mouth was full of oil.

"You old Deng, where did you come out, go away, that is the bear's paw of this young master."

Yang Jinghong knew that the other party was Zhan Zongzhu, so he deliberately pretended not to know and pushed the other party.

You can't beat it for sure, but you can still drop it if you are addicted to swearing.

Those who don't know don't blame it, my father wiped my ass when I was in a hurry by the old man.

Who told him he was the father and I was the son.

The old man who was pushed and shoved didn't care at all,

Smash it with your mouth, talking about Zhenxiang, and eating Haisai nonsense.

Yang Jinghong was speechless, and also joined in the food grab.

Luo Fanchen covered his head,

How about this legendary boss of the Eight Desolation Sect?How do you act like a hooligan?

The sound of boiling came from the auditorium in the distance,

Even Zhan Doudou was alarmed and looked over together.

It turned out that Ye Xiyan and her younger sister were distributing mung bean soup, some simple food and seasonal fruits to the soul masters and common people who were watching the game under the scorching sun.

The most important thing is that the two sisters are distributing supplies entirely in the name of Luo Fanchen.

For a while in the arena, Luo Fanchen didn't know how many people liked him.

Even the audience of some hostile forces, who cannibalize people and have short mouths, are embarrassed and a little embarrassed.

Zhan Doudou's old eyes flickered, he chewed the sauced dragon meat, and said inarticulately: "Boy Luo, are those two your girls?"

Luo Fanchen replied honestly, "Friends are all friends."

"I understand, I understand everything." Zhan Doudou said with a cheap smile: "Friends who are connected by flesh and blood."

Even Yang Jinghong couldn't get used to the old rascal's explicitness.

Luo Fanchen stared blankly: "You... what do you mean?"

"I... I didn't understand."

"It's boring."

Zhan Doudou shook his head, and pouted his oily mouth in the direction of the two women: "You are so lucky, there are few women in the world who are willing to devote their efforts to make men perfect."

"Eat and drink enough, the old man will go!"

Yang Jinghong looked at the mess on the table and said, "Go west!"

"boom!"

A chicken bone fell from the air and hit him precisely on the forehead.

"Zhuo, stinky old man! He beat people after eating!"

"Let this young master Ni father accept you!!"

Many people were infected by sister Ye Xi's actions.

In fact, most people do not lack that little material, but the most precious thing is.

This is the daughter of the top ten sects, this is the woman of the top prize, she is willing to personally give things to these mud-legged soul masters and ordinary people.

The feeling is completely different.

That's a respect...

For those who are struggling at the bottom, what they most desire is often respect.

For a time,

I don't know how many special eyes, grateful or with other emotions, looked at Luo Fanchen.

The second prince, Ye Feng and others scoffed at Tian Qiong and some big bosses with deep-rooted class ideology.

"It's really worthless!"

"A dignified daughter of a nobleman, to curry favor with the common people?"

"What's the use? Can I get anything?"

"Price drop."

The amber eyes of the nine-colored bird on the throne are looking down.

Di Weiyang withdrew her gaze from the noisy audience, her beautiful eyes could not see any joy or anger, she just said seriously to Bai Yingyue: "The two of you will be safe for the teacher in the future."

"You mustn't be jealous."

Bai Yingyue pursed her lips.

Di Weiyang glanced at Luo Fanchen vaguely, his eyes were unexpectedly deep and had nothing to do with emotion, as if hiding some special deep meaning, and then withdrew his eyes.

The draw is over,

"Hey, why did you pick a little brother from the Eight Desolation Sect, can you ask me to pick a holy son to clean up?"

Yang Jinghong was the first to know the result of the lottery, with a look of "regret".

Social youth whispered: "The little man succeeds."

Ye Xiying wobbled and returned with the result of the lottery with a strange expression.

Luo Fanchen was puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Xiying looked hesitant, hesitatingly said: "Your uncle is drawn."

Yang Jinghong scratched his head and let out a piercing cry, "My opponent is not my brother-in-law!"

The social youth rolled his eyes, "Xiu'er, sit down, you are at most a brother-in-law."

"Ye Feng?"

Before Luo Fanchen could finish his sentence, there was an excited voice from the White Tiger Empire in the distance.

Ye Feng stared at him with a sneer from the air, bared his white teeth, and waved the jade stick in his hand.

At the same time, in the rest area of ​​the Purple Qi Sect in the Great Wilderness, the First Elder looked at Lin Qianjue, who had been injured by Ye Feng, with a cloudy expression on his face, and finally looked in the direction of Luo Fanchen.

He clenched his fists, as if making some kind of difficult decision.

In the end, he took a difficult step and walked in the direction of Luo Fanchen...