The Lady in the General’s Arms is a Bigshot in Mystic Arts

Fu Ling withdrew his hand, looked back, and said in surprise, "Why do you buy so many things?"

Eleven stood aside without saying a word.

Xie Cheng still had a silver needle on his leg, shining brightly, that handsome and dazzling face turned around, and whispered, "Another one."

Fu Ling didn't understand, so he looked at Shuo Feng, then at Xie Cheng, "What's another one?"

Fu Ling originally planned to go to Jiangnan to live for a while, but he heard about Xie Cheng's injury on the battlefield along the way. He heard that he escaped death, although he recovered his life, but his legs were broken. In this life, I am afraid that I will never be able to stand up again, and I will never be able to go to the battlefield to kill the enemy in the future. This life will be ruined.

It is also heard that his temperament has changed drastically, his whole person has become violent and vicious, his appetite has been lost, he has lost all his former style, and he is half dead.

He was so scared that he immediately packed up his things and hurried back to Yandu.

But when he came back, he found that Xie Cheng seemed to be fine except for a problem with his legs.

No half dead, no loss of appetite.

He's not willing to give him a plate of plain dim sum.

It's as if the general's mansion is in short supply of such things.

Fu Ling had never seen Xie Cheng so stingy.

Shuo Feng came over, glanced at the silver needle on Xie Cheng's leg, and said, "Young Master Fu, I don't know, but a girl came to our General's Mansion, it's very interesting."

"Girl?" Fu Ling was not interested in this, and her tone became perfunctory, "Oh, that's how it is."

Shuo Feng: "..."

eleven:"…"

Both of them raised their heads to look at him together, and there seemed to be some faint resentment in their eyes.

They are not afraid of Xie Cheng, after all, they have been by his side for so many years, can they still kill them?

The corner of Eleven's mouth twitched, and he reminded warmly, "The plate of dim sum that the general ate just now was given by that girl."

Fu Ling suddenly raised his head and looked at Eleven: "?"

Just that ugly dish made by Huang Bulaji?

Just that plate that Xie Cheng was reluctant to give him a taste of?

No way no way! ?

Is there a cycad tree about to bloom?

Eleven seemed to understand Fu Ling's eyes, and regardless of Xie Cheng's knife-like eyes, he added without fear of death, "That's right, it's the yellow plate."

Fu Ling opened his eyes wide and was shocked.

No way, this is what the unfeminine General Xie looks like after the iron tree blooms!

Even though the plate of food that looked yellow was really not very tasty, he still ate it without losing his appetite, just because she made that plate of food!

This damn, earth-shattering love!

Xie Chengmei's heart beat twice, and before he could speak, he heard Shuo Feng who was standing beside him also speak.

Shuo Feng seemed to glance at him, with a smirk on his face, "The general ordered me to buy those things for that girl!"

Xie Cheng: "..."

Although...but...forget it...

There seems to be nothing wrong with him saying that, but...

Fu Ling's gaze was extremely intense.

iron! Tree! open! flower! up!

"What is the girl's name, where is she now, what does she look like, which family is she from, is she engaged, and when will she get married?" Fu Ling looked at them, her eyes lit up, there was no such thing as elegant and courteous just entering the door. look like.

"Her name is Jiang Fu, she is an old lady..." Shuo Feng said, before he could finish speaking, Xie Cheng interrupted him.

"Don't listen to their nonsense." Xie Cheng leaned there, lazily, not even bothering to lift his eyelids, "It's not like that."