C708 Three Bow Greetings

"Why aren't you making your move? What are you waiting for?" Suddenly, Jing Linglong turned his head around and looked at the four burly black men who were hesitating to make a move, and shouted lightly.

Zhang Yuan Yuan's face became even more ghastly pale, and her slender jade hands began to tremble. Her beautiful eyes looked as though they were about to spew fire. She had never expected that Jing Linglong, who was so close to her sister, would actually attack her?

The world was cold, causing Zhang Yuan Yuan's eyes to moisten.

He had encountered too many worldly matters here. For benefits, he sold his friends; for benefits, he sold his looks; for benefits, he played tricks; or for benefits, he sold his parents.

This time, he had met his best friend from the past, and now, he was going to deal with him in broad daylight. Zhang Yuan Yuan was finally stunned.

However, the encirclement of the four burly black men became smaller and smaller. Each and every one of the African men appeared to be as thick as a human. Their size was such that they appeared to be as tall and sturdy as a thick tree root. As long as they rolled down naked, it was as if they could crush the skinny Zhang Yuan Yuan and Xiao Yi to death.

Right at this moment, Zhang Yuan Yuan suddenly looked at Jing Linglong with a cold gaze, and lightly shouted: "Jing Linglong, did you forget? When you were suffering from a severe fever back then, who carried you to the hospital late at night? Who was it? Seeing how often your blood sugar was low and you were unconscious, did she give you sugar water to boil for countless mornings? Who, when you had no money and your parents were sick, sent money to your family for a doctor? Who was it? You said Dong Tianleng only eats two meals a day, and the rest of the money came in to buy you an air conditioner? Is that how you repay them now? "

Zhang Yuan Yuan shouted softly, as though she had been enlightened, causing her to tremble, her face revealing a look of reminiscence.

In the days of poverty, Zhang Yuan Yuan had treated Jing Linglong better than him. At that time, Zhang Yuan Yuan was like a big sister, silently taking care of Jing Linglong. In times of trouble, reach out with both hands to warm her up.

Now that this matter was brought up, Jing Linglong's heart still trembled. A warm current quietly flowed through her entire body.

Seeing Zhang Yuan Yuan's righteous words, tears fell down her face. Jing Linglong suddenly felt sympathy for her, and could not bear to do so.

The wind of late autumn was still too cold. Howling sounds came out, and swept past Jing Linglong's body. A trace of coldness seeped through her black stockings. She wore a tight red dress with a very low collar. The wind blew from her neck down to her chest.

It was as if this gust of wind had blown cold onto Jing Linglong's heart.

Jing Linglong's delicate body, that was overflowing with warmth, instantly turned ice-cold. She thought back to last year, the late autumn and winter, when she did not even have a decent thick quilt. The whole winter was shaking.

Last winter, it was as cold as this wind.

That kind of life was too bitter, too bitter.

Jing Linglong started to mutter to herself in her heart: I can't go on living such a miserable life, can't women live a better life based on God's gift to me? Was it wrong that marriage was a woman's second life? Why, when you, Zhang Yuan Yuan saw that my days were up, you started to treat me coldly, and started to mock and ridicule me, you were envious of me right?

If Zhang Yuan Yuan had heard the voice at the bottom of Jing Linglong's heart, she would definitely have sobbed and cried out: "I'm just born with a tough personality. I want to wake you up in the simplest and most straightforward way.

Between people, there were some things that could not be fully communicated with each other. Even if they could communicate with each other, they might not be able to resonate with each other.

Jing Linglong's entire person, started to turn cold bit by bit. She raised her eyes to look at Zhang Yuan Yuan, who was trembling with excitement, and laughed coldly: "The person you are talking about, is the Jing Linglong from a long time ago. Just like you said when you first came up, you are you and I am me. The things you said have nothing to do with me now. Now, I don't worry about money. I don't faint with low blood sugar. Still, I read out a little affection. If you kneel down and beg me, I'll spare your life. Will you do it or not? "

When Zhang Yuan Yuan heard Jing Linglong's words, her tears rolled down, and she said choked with sobs: "So, you really aren't Linglong anymore. Forgive me, but I have thought about you for so long. Now, I understand, I really understand … However, why is my heart still in such pain? "

Jing Linglong's delicate body trembled, and then turned her head away. She felt pain in his eyes as if sand had blown into his eyes. She asked coldly: "One last question. Are you willing to kneel down and beg me?"

"Kneel down and beg you?"

Zhang Yuan Yuan laughed out loud, and his shrill laughter resonated in the ears of everyone present. When everyone heard Zhang Yuan Yuan's shrill laughter, they all knew that this girl's heart was broken.

After a loud laugh, Zhang Yuan Yuan's tears flowed as she coldly shouted: "Only you, Jing Linglong, will ever lower your head to reality, and I, Zhang Yuan Yuan, will never lower my head to reality. If you want me to kneel down and beg for forgiveness, I will tell you that you have no door and will never succeed. "

The sound was like a broken porcelain plate falling to the ground. The shock caused everyone's heart to tremble. All of their gazes that were raised towards Zhang Yuan Yuan were filled with admiration and praise.

Although Zhang Yuan Yuan was a woman, the character and attitude that she displayed right now was definitely not inferior to any man's.

After hearing Zhang Yuan Yuan's decisive and firm words, Jing Linglong was so angry that her whole body shivered. Then, she shouted coldly, "Do it, smash her painting into pieces. I would like to see whether she can continue to be so noble after her so-called dream, her so-called perseverance, and her so-called existence has been trampled over. "

A few burly African men were ready to attack.

The anger in the scene was instantly suppressed. No one dared to breathe too loudly. Shaking his head, he sighed regretfully in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi finally clenched his fists. Crack! Crack! Crackling sounds could be heard as the bones in his hands struck together, creating an explosive sound like stir-fried soybeans.

All this time, Xiao Yi had not moved. It was just that he thought that this matter involved a lot of Yuan Yuan's personal feelings, as well as her dreams and perseverance. It was not good for Xiao Yi to intervene so suddenly. There were many things that only up to this point, Zhang Yuan Yuan could clearly see the reality and sort out the emotions in her heart.

This way, would be of help to the future Zhang Yuan Yuan in her life.

At this time, it was impossible for Xiao Yi to wait any longer.

The Nine Dragons True Qi flowed through her entire body. Xiao Yi's fist was suddenly as hard as steel.

Both sides were at each other's throats, and a great battle was about to break out.

However, right at this moment, a familiar voice suddenly sounded, "Big brother, so it's you."

The tense atmosphere caused the surroundings to be so quiet that not a single sound could be heard. Everyone held their breath and lowered their heads, unable to bear the sight of such a terrible scene unfolding before them.

At a time like this, absolutely no one dared to speak and disrupt the upcoming battle.

Someone spoke up at this moment. His voice was clear and it revealed a trace of uncontrollable joy.

Xiao Yi turned his head, Zhang Yuan Yuan turned, Jing Linglong turned. The four men in black turned their heads, and the crowd turned their heads.

Under the gaze of everyone, Xiao Chaoran floated over with a smile.

In this late autumn, Xiao Chaoran wore an old-fashioned Chinese tunic. He slowly walked over from the crowd, giving him a refined aura. The crowd automatically opened up. His steps gently pulled on the ground, creating a series of "dong dong dong" sounds.

There wasn't a trace of killing intent or grandeur to be seen.

However, he just walked one step at a time. This caused everyone to feel that this middle-aged man seemed to be the supreme ruler of this world. He was in charge of this entire world.

He lifted his foot up, as if he would pierce through the sky in the very next moment.

When his foot landed, it was as though the entire ground was trembling under his feet in the next instant.

Myriad Waters Thousand Mountains is the king, the Six Paths of the Eight Desolations is my honor.

This was the feeling the current Xiao Chaoran gave to everyone, this was the magnanimity that the current Patriarch Xiao Chaoran revealed, this was the aura of someone at a higher position in the clan that was once again in control of the Xiao Chaoran family.

Everyone was in a daze, as their eyes stared straight at Xiao Chaoran.

He did not know where Xiao Chaoran was heading to, and he did not know who the big brother Xiao Chaoran was referring to was.

However, everyone had a tacit understanding and their gazes were fixated on Xiao Chaoran, unable to move away. Even the four burly black men who were prepared to take action stared blankly at Xiao Chaoran and gave up.

Jing Linglong was slightly startled, as she felt the faint pressure that was being emitted from this person's body. She felt as if she was inferior to someone else.

Cold sweat dripped down Xie Lange's forehead. He watched as Xiao Chaoran walked over step by step. His hands trembled, and wiped the sweat off his palms on his snowy white pants. He jogged all the way, quickly arriving in front of Xiao Chaoran.

Xie Lange no longer had the appearance of the handsome and elegant young master she had at the start. She was in a very sorry state as she trotted, and hated herself for growing two legs less.

He ran in front of Xiao Chaoran and quickly bowed. Then he bowed again. In the end, as if he felt that something was amiss, he bowed once more.

One bow was lower than the other. He bowed a third time, his head almost reaching his knees.

After three bows, only then did Xie Lange bend her waist, her entire body tensed up as she stammered with a trembling voice, "So it turns out that the Xiao Family's Patriarch has personally come. I am, I am, I am a junior of the Xie Clan, and I am here to pay my respects to Clan Master Xiao. "