C11 Linnaeus Chinensis Maxim

"Pei Pei, I really didn't hit the wounds on your body! Really not, how could a piece of trash like me injure you! I beg you, don't let Lord Shang Shu seek justice from my dad anymore! " Leng Xiangsuo's words were pitiful. His almond-shaped eyes drooped slightly, and they became misty all of a sudden.

It was currently the morning and the people who came to eat breakfast were almost all seated at the Immortal Drunken Wine Workshop. Hearing Leng Xiangsuo's words, everyone couldn't help but to size up the Zhang sisters.

The two sisters' pig-headed faces were currently covered by a veil, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

The Zhang Clan and Leng Clan's matter had caused a huge uproar, but there were still some people who were unaware of what was going on. Now that it was said by Leng Xiangsuo in a few words, everyone was looking at the Zhang Sisters with a strange expression.

"I never thought that the two noble daughters of the Shang Family would be defeated by the trash of the General's Estate. Hahaha, what's funny is that they actually came looking for me!" "Hahahaha."

"Exactly, if it were me, I would definitely be too shy to go out!"

"Zhang Peipei, Zhang Qianqian, you two sisters should learn from Zhang Jiajia. You don't go out every day and know that you're trash. You two are the best, hahahaha."

They didn't try to cover up their sarcasm towards the Zhang sisters. They even held chopsticks, chewed on their food and mumbled to Zhang Peipei and Zhang Qianqian.

"Cold waste!" Let me tell you, I don't care what happened to you that day, but since you injured me, you must pay the price! " Zhang Qianqian was furious and her voice was sharp and loud.

Coldly laughing without being noticed, Coldstring pulled his lips and squeezed out a few drops of tears. His thin shoulders trembled in fear.

"It's none of my business that your faces are swollen like a pig's head! You can't treat me like this just because I'm easy to bully. No matter what, I am Zhenguo's cold and arrogant daughter. "

The people's reverence and love for the cold arrogance of Zhenguo's generals was not formed overnight. After a few cold words, their cold and proud daughter's desire to protect them unconsciously welled up.

"Alright, a person who can use the Literature gathering and martial arts can be beaten up by a trash that you all talk about. Aren't you guys worse than trash?" After causing a ruckus at the General's Estate and not getting the result you wanted, she followed Leng Shangxian to the Drunken Immortal Workshop, just to make her lose face? Yet, I don't know which one of them is from the Shang Shu Manor! "

A customer ferociously slapped the table with his chopsticks, letting out a shocking sound. He was no longer in the mood to eat, but rather looked at the two Zhang sisters with an unfriendly gaze.

The common folk in the inn came from all over the place, including the civil, military, civilian, chivalrous and mercenary groups. Their eloquence was no less than the Zhang sisters, who could only say a few words to make them speechless.

In a room on the second floor, a fiery red figure was standing by the window, looking at the farce below with great interest. However, the more he looked at it, the more wonderful it felt.

This good-for-nothing actually played around with the two sisters from the Shang Family. Even though Leng Xiangsuo's words were filled with cowardice, he got straight to the point. Just a little bit more and …

"Aiyo, I didn't expect Leng Shangxian to be so good, to actually be able to counterattack!" Lin Zixi enchantingly touched his chin as his red robe hung loosely on his body. His peach blossom eyes sparkled. His face was so beautiful that it angered even the gods. Even a bewitching woman would be ashamed if she saw it.

Beneath her, Cold-Overfly could feel his pores tense up. It was as if a gaze was locked on to her. Although it was not dangerous, it was suffocating.

Leng Zhixian raised her head seemingly carelessly, but coincidentally met Lin Zixi's alluring gaze. Even though she had seen so many beautiful faces, Leng Zhixian couldn't help but feel his heart palpitate. He glanced at them once more, then shifted his gaze away.

What a beauty … But she was wearing my favorite red dress. She, who had always disliked clashing with others, couldn't help but silently curse a few times.

Even though Lin Zixi was experienced and knowledgeable, he was no longer calm. A trash could actually sense so much power that he effortlessly caught his direction! Was such a person really trash?