Because Jade Faced Fengjun was far more powerful than the Tiger and Crane Immortals, neither the Tiger and Crane Immortals nor Dongfang Yue Yue noticed that he was following behind.
However, seeing Dongfang Yue Yue fleeing to the territory of Tushan, but the two idiots Tiger and Crane Immortals did not dare to enter Tushan, Jade-faced Fengjun couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out immediately.
Although the relationship between the Tiger and Crane Immortals and the Jade-faced Fengjun were competitors, they still maintained superficial cooperation before they captured Dongfang Yue Yue.
"…………"
I saw the Tiger and Crane Immortals and the Jade-faced Fengjun bringing out all kinds of delicious and fun things to seduce Dongfang Yue Yue.
Faced with various temptations from the Jade-faced Fengjun and the Tiger and Crane Immortals, the eleven or twelve-year-old Dongfang Yue Yue was not only not deceived, but actually deceived them.
Frustrated, under the temptation of huge benefits, they stepped into Tushan's territory with a sense of luck.
And just when they had just stepped into Tushan's territory, Tushan Honghong, the leader of Tushan and the leader of the Demon Alliance, flew quickly through the air like a fisherman, frightening them immediately.
Of course, because they did not understand Tu Shan Honghong's true strength, the simple-minded Tiger and Crane Immortals, under the temptation of Dongfang's spiritual blood, chose to confront Tu Shan Honghong.
Facing the tiger and crane immortals who were giving away their heads, Tushan Honghong was not polite and punched them all away.
However, because Tushan Honghong used the pure power of his fists to kill the Crane Immortal and the Tiger Immortal, the Jade-faced Fengjun who was hiding behind mistakenly thought that Tushan Honghong was just a powerful fox demon.
Therefore, after Jade-faced Fengjun distanced himself from Tushan Honghong, he immediately used his magic weapon Snow Mist Fan to attack Tushan Honghong with a proud look on his face.
But just when he was proud, the raging wind he used was easily torn open by Tu Shan Honghong with his insulating claws.
The confused Jade-faced Fengjun was blown away by Tushan Honghong in the next second.
"..."
Since then, there has been another man in Tushan.
The next day.
Dongfang officially settled in Tushan at the beginning of the month.
Because they had similar experiences, Dongfang Yue quickly got along with Yang Jian and even called Yang Jian his eldest brother.
"..."
Tushan Rongrong, who was sitting on a chair and reading elegantly, frowned slightly when she looked at the hemp script that Yang Jian suddenly handed over.
Especially when Tushan Rongrong saw the three big words "Let's get married", her eyes widened, and she added this sentence to Yang Jian's three words "Let's get married." on the hemp writing book.
"Is this a joke?"
"…………"
After seeing this sentence, "Let's get married," Tushan Rongrong was shocked at first, and then smiled calmly.
It seems that Tushan Rongrong is not cold to Yang Jian's words.
…
"I'm not kidding. I've been falling in love with you since my last life. I've been waiting for this opportunity for the second life."
Yang Jian wrote this line on the hemp writing pad again and handed it to her.
After glancing at Yang Jian's words, Tu Shan Rongrong's face showed no sadness or joy. Like a robot, she picked up a pen and wrote down a reply in a notebook.
"Thank you for your love. Unfortunately, I really don't have feelings for you. I'm sorry."
Tushan Rongrong refused decisively.
"..."
At this moment, Yang Jian finally understood that even after being together for several months, this little green-haired and fox-eared loli had no favorable impressions of him related to men and women.
The reason why she never resented him living here was because his own power was too powerful and she couldn't drive him away at all.
This truth is really shocking.
"..."
On Yang Jian's side, looking at Tu Shan Rongrong who narrowed his eyes slightly again, he felt... girls on earth are easier to lick...
At least for the girls on earth, when they spend money to buy things, they will say hello to my brother in a gentle voice.
Although this frivolous sentence is not worth a penny, it can at least give some licking dogs some confidence.
"…………"
Tushan Rongrong's side, that's good. I've been licking it for several months, but it feels like there's no difference between licking it and not licking it.
Is it the wrong way to lick?
really weird…
"..."
Yang Jian took the notebook again, collected it, wrote out all the famous sour love poems on the earth, and gave it to Tushan Rongrong who looked disgusted.
Tushan Rongrong saw a long line of text written on the notebook forced by Yang Jian. Out of a woman's instinct of curiosity, she picked it up and started reading.
Tushan Rongrong didn't pay much attention at first, until midway through, her face finally showed a puzzled expression.
Tushan Rongrong, who didn't know what she was thinking, read these sour love poems written by Yang Jian in one breath. After thinking for a while, she rewrote five words at the back of the notebook and returned it to Yang Jian.
"Who did you copy from?"
"..."
Sister, how did you figure it out?
There should be no such sour love poems in this world.
According to the routine of love novels, shouldn't you cry and lie in my arms after reading it?
Yang Jian was almost crying, but Tushan Rongrong was sitting there with her eyes fully open, staring at Yang Jian, which really put a lot of pressure on Yang Jian.
Yang Jian suspected that if he continued to lick like this, his wife would not lick him, but he would drive himself crazy.
Therefore, the resourceful Yang Jian decisively ended this topic.
"…………"
Next, Yang Jian played a few haha and confused the matter.
However, facing Yang Jian who had fooled him, the expression on Tushan Rongrong's face was not very pretty.
Because no matter what, Tushan Rongrong is just a girl after all.
Faced with a man who keeps saying he likes her, but always fooling her at critical moments, even a woman can't accept it.
"…………"
At this moment, Tushan Rongrong's little face was flattened, her eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, her lips were pursed, and the tail behind her butt stood straight up.
At this glance, she looked a bit like a little girl with an angry expression, which made people want to pinch the folded fox ears on the top of her head.
Tushan Rongrong was angry.
In Yang Jian's opinion, this is a good sign.
Not being angry is the trouble.
Being angry means being emotional, which means Tushan Rongrong is really serious.
"…………"
When Yang Jian was looking at her, she also raised her head and met Yang Jian's eyes.
After getting along for a few months, the relationship between the two from now on can be regarded as more like friends than lovers.
With a character like Tushan Rongrong, it is absolutely impossible for her to be angry with strangers. Of course, if a stranger provokes her, she will not be lenient at all.
When Yang Jian communicated with Tu Shan Rongrong before, he always treated strangers with an attitude, always maintaining an invisible distance.
Sometimes, polite politeness does not mean respect, but distance.
When someone keeps using honorifics to you and you are not their immediate boss, it basically means that this person does not take you into consideration at all.
If he is being polite to you, he is just being polite. Don't take it seriously at this time, otherwise he will fall out with you and you won't even know how.
":…………"
To be honest, a woman's willfulness and anger are very precious things and a signal to the man she is pursuing.
Because women who are emotional animals will not show their willful side to people they hate.
Of course, if it is a green tea scumbag who deliberately deceives men into buying things and clothes, that is another matter.
………………
On Yang Jian's side, his pursuit of Tushan Rongrong was not going well, and on Dongfang Yue's side, his pursuit of Tushan Honghong was even more miserable.
this day.
Yang Jian and Dongfang Yue Yue, two brothers in distress, got together.
"Brother, how long have you been pursuing Sister Rongrong?"
Dongfang Yue, who was eleven or twelve years old, stared at Yang Jian curiously with his huge eyes.
"………………".
"About a few months."
Yang Jian touched his nose when he heard this and replied with some uncertainty.
…
Perhaps it was because of Yang Jian's answer that Dongfang Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and the look on his face became much more natural.
.……
"What about you, how's it going?"
It was unreasonable to come and go, so Yang Jian conveniently threw the problem to Dongfang Yue Yue.
…
"Hahahaha, my progress is smoother than yours, elder brother. Sister Honghong has recognized me now."
Dongfang Yue's answer this time was full of confidence. It sounded like he was showing off in front of Yang Jian. He was much better than Yang Jian in picking up girls.
…………:
Looking at the triumphant Dongfang Yueyu, Yang Jian raised the corner of his mouth slightly and snorted softly. The next words frightened Dongfang Yueyu's whole body to tremble.
"Yeah?"
"Do you want me to ask you now about the relationship between you and Honghong?"
In an instant, Yang Jian took the initiative and turned Dongfang Yue Yue into a frost-beaten eggplant.
…………
Dongfang Yue, who realized something was wrong, quickly stood in front of Yang Jian and prevented him from going to Tushan Honghong.
"Don't!"
"Don't do it, brother."
Looking at Dongfang Yue Yue, who looked a little panicked and felt like the biggest secret in his heart was easily revealed, Yang Jian stopped and sighed.
He understands this feeling, very well.
"..."
Seeing Dongfang Yue like this, Yang Jian could have used this opportunity to toss him.
But...how to put it!
Everyone is licking dogs now, why bother licking dogs and making things difficult for each other...
…………
The two people, who were brothers in distress, each talked about their own mental journeys, and the more they talked, the more sad they became.
Yang Jian was a little better. After experiencing many things, his mental endurance was far beyond that of ordinary people, so he only felt uncomfortable for a while.
