Rebirth of the sickly loli with special hobbies

"Miss, that Ye Youran..." the seventh elder of the Han family whispered to a young girl.

Han Ruowan ate a piece of cake elegantly. After swallowing it, she was intoxicated by the sweetness in her mouth. Then she slowly said, "Just remember what I said that day."

The Seventh Elder nodded slightly and retreated.

If you meet this girl next time, don't be her enemy. If necessary, stand on her side.

He remembered what the young lady said that day, and now looking at what this girl did today, she is indeed a person who cannot be underestimated. But he didn't know how long she could remain in power.

"Brother, I told you she's awesome!" Song Songshao sat next to a handsome young man, his eyes shining. He kept praising the girl in red for her mighty and domineering demeanor, determined to make his elder brother admire this girl as much as he did.

Song Yiyan leaned lazily towards Song Songshao, who tried hard to prop up his small body to make himself look more reliable. Big brother is always so lazy.

"Not that great. You might as well worship me instead of her." Song Yiyan glanced at the little red figure in the distance and smacked his lips.

When Song Songshao heard this, he immediately frowned and glared at her with his big dark eyes, retorting: "She is much more powerful than you! Haven't you heard that she is powerful? She is simply the most powerful person I have ever seen!" He pushed the young man away with his small body, and ignored the annoying big brother angrily. How dare you slander my idol!

Song Yiyan lamented: "It's true that the son has grown up and left his mother behind. Little Shaoer has already despised his elder brother and learned to chase girls."

The boy blushed and said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about! I'm going to tell my mother that you bullied me again!"

"Hahaha!" Song Yiyan laughed and stroked the boy's head.

He looked again at the girl in red who was sitting opposite him, leaning in a man's arms. Her beautiful and delicate features moved slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.

.18. "Uncle Yi." He called out.

The middle-aged man sitting in front of the two men turned around and looked at him.

"What do you think of Ye Youran?"

The middle-aged man frowned and answered strictly and affirmatively: "It's hard to say."

Song Yiyan chuckled and said nothing more.

Song Shu looked at him and sternly warned him: "Don't have those crooked ideas, or you'll get into trouble!"

Song Yiyan's eyebrows curved slightly and said, "How could that be? Second uncle is overthinking."

..

"Good fellow, I was right about that, he's a ruthless guy!" Ling Rongrong gulped down the drink and said to a young man next to her.

"Drink less, the party has just begun." The man frowned, snatched the wine glass with a cold face and put it aside.

Each of them had a brown badge on their chest, indicating their identities: Ling Rongrong, the leader of the continent's first mercenary group, and An Lin, the deputy leader.

......

It was getting dark and the banquet officially began.

The banquet seats in the hall were not divided by status, and were all arranged in rows on both sides. The Chenchen Hall was tall and wide, with more than enough space for dozens of people to sit.

At this time, more than a dozen red-dressed dancers walked over to the empty space in the middle. In Qianchuan Continent, power is supreme, and literary dance is not popular. It is rare to be able to watch a dance banquet now, and everyone has become interested in watching it.

The music started, and the soft and pleasant melody made people relax and enjoy it unconsciously. The dancers started to dance with the gradually excited sound of the pipa, and the silk ribbons and swords were both hard and soft, and the dance was soul-stirring. Some showed masculine and unrestrained, while others danced delicately and beautifully, attracting praises from the crowd.

Seeing this, Ye Youran curled her lips in boredom. The power of this continent prevailed, and it was like the founding of a nation. The dances were all solemn, and the seductive and charming dance was considered indecent, so it would not appear.

Ye Chenyuan picked up a black berry and fed it to someone who was bored, saying: "Can Ah You dance?"

Ye Youran raised her eyebrows after hearing this, opened her mouth and took a bite of the Bairi Juice that was handed to her, and said: "Do you like watching dance?"

“I don’t like it.” The man fed a small bite of berries that someone had bitten off into his mouth and said, “But I want to see Ah You jump.”

Ye Youran was silent for a moment. She really can dance. This girl... is so lucky.

"I'll let you see me dance when I want to." "Tsk."

"Did you just let out a sound of "tsk?" "...No."

......

During the banquet, new precious cakes were constantly added to each table, and even the spiritual water was added without limit. A faint spiritual energy could be seen on each table, and the whole hall was filled with spiritual power. The misty smoke was like a fairyland. Such a costly and laborious meal was really a mouthful of gold. The wealth and generosity of the Shenyue Kingdom showed the heritage of the country.

Everyone was talking and laughing, some even raised their glasses to Ye Youran and Ye Chenyuan, smiling friendly. It seemed that they had forgotten how this girl smiled so badly today.

To put it bluntly, it is a form of indifference to say that this matter has nothing to do with me.

Ye Youran smiled deeply, raised the glass and clinked it in the air, then drank the spiritual water in one gulp.

Yi Ziren was stunned. He didn't expect that just by casually toasting them, he would get a response from Ye Youran. He looked at her with interest, but found that the girl's attention had already shifted away.

Ye Youran sipped the spiritual water in her mouth, looking quite disgusted.

Ye Chenyuan took out a cup of jade wine and handed it to the little man. It was full of milky white mist, and the rich aura mist turned into water droplets covering the wall of the cup. Just like the light fragrance on the white handkerchief before, it slowly drifted over, making people unable to resist getting drunk.

This fragrance... Song Yiyan stood up slightly and couldn't help but look at the two of them.

Bai An was even more shocked. How could this spiritual energy and smell be the same as the smell of Yao Lao's treasured Huishen Grass? Even more mellow! He looked at the cup of liquid in the man's hand and had a guess in his mind. This guess made him both uneasy and relieved. What made him uneasy was that the Refining Dao Alliance had a grudge against the two men. If it was true as he guessed, the man's status was so noble that he even used Huishen Grass, a rare divine grass that was rare in a thousand years, to make ordinary drinks, then the future of the Refining Dao Alliance would be bumpy.

Fortunately, he did not act impulsively today. It was unwise to make enemies with such a genius, let alone the man whose identity was still unknown.

Once Ye Youran's reputation as a genius spread, the man's identity became even more of a mystery. No one could find out where the man came from, which led to more speculation.

Thinking of this, Bai An felt even more uneasy. Considering how much Yao Lao loved Fang Caier, if he really wanted to kill Ye Youran to vent his anger for his beloved disciple, this man might...

Ye Youran took a sip and drank the spiritual liquid. The clear and sweet morning dew of the Huishen grass diffused in her mouth, diluting the turbidity of the low-level spiritual liquid, making Ye Youran smack her lips in comfort. Seeing the surprised and enthusiastic eyes of the people around her, she nestled in the man's arms without caring, raised her eyebrows and asked: "Is the dew of the Huishen grass rare?"

"It's not difficult." Someone said lightly.

Ye Youran glanced at the man who was looking at her with a smile in his eyes, and concluded dimly: "Invisible pretense is the most deadly."