Seeing Feng Wuchen's attitude, Ling Shanshan was so angry that she came to her feet, so she said with a sarcasm: "So what if you become a sword cultivator? The sword cultivator takes action but doesn't use a sword. You are so poor that you can't even afford a sword, right?"

Feng Wuchen replied coldly: "It's indeed poor. You have been worshipping Fuyao Palace for three years. The prince worshipped him and converted into purple spirit crystals. There are ten yuan a month, thirty-six months. I will give you half a month, one hundred and eighty yuan a month... I believe you can buy a good Taoist sword! Unfortunately, I used it to feed the dog, but it was a dog with a rolling eye..."

Listening to Feng Wuchen's insidiousness and comparing her to a white-eyed dog, Ling Shanshan was furious: "Feng Ziyu! Don't go too far! You were willing to give me those resources at the beginning. Did I ask you if you want to live a little? Why do you push your current poverty onto me?"

"Ha..." Feng Wuchen smiled coldly: "It's really a tree without bark and will die. People are shameless and invincible in the world... Then why do I give you those resources? Don't you know anything about it? At that time, you agreed in person that as long as I give you the quota to Fuyao Palace, you will come back and marry me in three years, but what about now?"

Feng Wuchen's words were heartbroken, which made Ling Shanshan feel breathless.

"At the beginning, you took advantage of others' danger! I was also young and ignorant, so I was deceived by you, and I couldn't count it..."

"I'm taking advantage of the danger of others?" Feng Wuchen instantly raised his tone and shouted angrily: "Ling Shanshan, who was like a dog in front of me, waving his tail and begging for mercy, so that I could give you the quota to worship in Fuyao Palace! Now that you have climbed up to the high branch, you have forgotten? People, what people look down on the most is not self-deprecation, being a bitch, but being a bitch, and having to set up a archway!"

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At this moment, Feng Wuchen's language aggressiveness was already full of strength, as if Fang Xiaohan possessed her. He said something ugly. For a moment, Ling Shanshan blushed and speechless.

And beside Ling Shanshan, a man and a woman also had different expressions.

The girl in a cheongsam tilted her head and stared at Feng Wuchen with interest.

The man's face was a little darker and hurriedly stopped the woman: "What kind of thing do you think you dare to speak rudely to Junior Sister Shanshan!"

Feng Wuchen looked at the man for a moment, hugged his arms with his hands, and asked, "You are Zhang Ziling? Not like... You are the junior of the Zhang family in Fuyao Palace, you are just like this?"

This was heard, and the man was even more angry and trembled: "Your dog eyes are blind, I am the true disciple of Fuyao Palace - Chen Shaojie!"

"Oh..." Feng Wuchen said meaningfully: "It's not Zhang Ziling, that's Zhang Ziling's dog-legged? Or are you also this woman's dog-licking dog? Tsk tsk! If it's the former, I won't advise you. After all, you choose to be a human being and a dog; if it's the latter... I have to advise you. Now that they have climbed Zhang Ziling, how can they like you? Even if she is sleeping so hard by Zhang Ziling, it's not your turn..."

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Chen Shaojie is indeed Zhang Ziling's tyrant, but at the same time, he really has a good impression of Ling Shanshan. However, he does not dare to express himself due to his identity on weekdays, so he can only express himself silently in front of a woman, so that the other party can take a look at him more.

Until today, Feng Wuchen's words completely broke his defense.

Seeing that Chen Shaojie was completely red and warm, Feng Wuchen smiled jokingly, and a chaotic aura had already brewed in his palm.

Seeing that Chen Shaojie was about to commit suicide.

But at this critical moment.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Shanshan suddenly stopped Chen Shaojie.

Chen Shaojie was already blinded by anger and shouted: "Junior Sister Shanshan, please let me teach you a good lesson to this waste who is only good at talking!"

Ling Shanshan frowned and said in a deep voice: "Senior Brother Chen, this is a matter between me and him, I know how to deal with it myself."

This sentence was like a basin of cold water, falling from the sky, pouring Chen Shaojie into a heart-warming mood and extinguishing the anger in his heart.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

At this moment, as Feng Wuchen said, no matter how he performed, Ling Shanshan could not look at him more.

In front of Ling Shanshan, he was just an absolute licking dog, clown!

And in his opinion, all this was thanks to the guy in front of him. For a moment, his hatred for the young man he had met for the first time became even deeper...

Ling Shanshan took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down and said, "At present, I have nothing to say to you. I came here today for what you asked me to do before!"

"Hmm?" Feng Wuchen frowned, a little puzzled. Did Feng Ziyu ask this woman for something?

Moreover, with Ling Shanshan's ungrateful nature, what would he do?

At this time, Ling Shanshan looked at Feng Zijin again and said, "This woman has an average qualification. Even if she entered the Fuyao Palace, I was worried about how to settle it. But since she has become a sword cultivator, it is easy to deal with... There is still a lack of one sword servant around Ziling, so let her go! Although she is a servant, she is at least serving Ziling, and her status is no lower than that of ordinary outer disciples..."

Hearing this, Feng Wuchen's thoughts flew around and was stunned for a long time before he realized.

Yes, before Feng Ziyu left, he did tell him that three months later, he had already made arrangements for Feng Zijin to join Fuyao Palace. Who would have thought that it was Ling Shanshan who asked him to do so.

So, I sighed in my heart, what is the entrusted non-human? This is called the entrusted non-human.

Ling Shanshan once again refreshed Feng Wuchen's bottom line when she was able to give her former sister-in-law to the head as a sword servant.

Just as Feng Wuchen was organizing the language and how to scold this stupid woman, Ling Shanshan stretched out her palm and said, "I'll help you with the matter, where's the things?"

"Things? What?" Feng Wuchen couldn't help but be stunned. Before Feng Ziyu left, he had never given him anything else.

Ling Shanshan frowned: "Feng Ziyu! What are you pretending to be? You made it clear to me in the letter. As long as I send your sister to Fuyao Palace, you will give me that thing. Now... are you going to go back on your word?"

At this moment, Ling Shanshan's face was ugly, as if Feng Wuchen owed her, and she fully interpreted the image of a selfish woman.

Feng Wuchen's thoughts changed a little and then smiled coldly: "Ha... interesting! I gave my sister to Zhang Ziling as a swordsman and wanted my things. Ling Shanshan, you don't want to eat at all. Why? You even took it with you? Why didn't I find that you, a woman, was so disgusting?"
Chapter completed!