Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

What kind of people did Zhao Wuji bring with him?!

Each one has an impressive background!

Chaotianxiang, standing beside him, was also shocked, never expecting it to be another powerful figure.

Meng Yiran stared blankly at Ye Qiu, the so-called eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, who was bending over and looking at her.

There was an indescribable strangeness in his eyes; the contrast was just too great!

Meng Shu stared at Ye Qiu in disbelief. This kid had actually managed to hook up with the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.

No wonder they were unmoved by the conditions he proposed.

At the same time, his face darkened, and he resented Ye Qiu for not saying it sooner.

In the end... he still played the clown!

Making the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School a concubine is a matter that can be considered a small thing, or a big thing.

It was just a minor argument.

Meng Shu wouldn't abandon its dignity as a powerful state because of this.

However, awkwardness was inevitable.

He was too ashamed to stay there any longer, so he decided to finish the job quickly.

"So you're Sect Leader Ning's beloved daughter! It seems Brother Ye Qiu has found a better match. In that case, I won't disturb you any longer!"

"Yiran! Let's go..."

Meng Shu gave a shout and led the way, turning to leave.

"Still...!" Chao Tianxiang pulled twice, but couldn't budge it.

Ye Qiu looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Grandpa, why don't you rest here for a bit too?" Meng Yiran turned around and said.

Meng Shu's face darkened; he still felt that his earlier words had made him lose face.

But seeing the hopeful look in his granddaughter's eyes...

Still nodded.

He gestured to Chaotianxiang, and together they found an open space and sat down cross-legged.

Meng Yiran's expression brightened with joy, and she turned to look at Ye Qiu, her pretty face blossoming with happiness.

She clenched her fists tightly, her expectant, spring-like gaze fixed on Ye Qiu.

His voice was also full of tension, as if he was using a lot of force, and it trembled slightly.

"Ye Qiu~ Can we talk alone?"

Chapter 182 Corpse

Ye Qiu did not answer Meng Yiran's invitation, but instead turned to look at Xiao Wu and the others.

"Hmph! Go ahead..." Ning Rongrong tilted her head back and glanced at Meng Yiran, who looked somewhat nervous.

She gave Ye Qiu a push in an annoyed manner.

Just now, Meng Yiran begged the Gaishi Longshe couple, even offering to stay and go with them to find Ye Qiu.

She couldn't pretend it hadn't happened.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't have any objections; it was just a chat anyway.

Besides... all three of them are here!

Click!

Xiao Wu bared her teeth at Ye Qiu and took a big bite of the carrot in her hand.

It was as if it was warning him something.

Unfortunately, it wasn't very intimidating; instead, it earned it a disdainful look from Ye Qiu.

After all, this concerns her own happiness.

Ye Qiu didn't believe she would do anything reckless; before, that rabbit had been eagerly seeking it out!

Watching this scene, Meng Yiran suddenly felt...

Perhaps the most important thing in getting close to Ye Qiu is not winning him over, but also the opinions of his female confidantes!

Thinking of this, Meng Yiran's flushed face became hot again, and she nodded slightly to Ning Rongrong and the others.

"Thank you!... What I said earlier about making it bigger wasn't my own idea..."

Her face flushed red, and Meng Yiran put her arms together, highlighting her full chest. She clutched the hem of her clothes, looking quite shy.

Under the raised eyebrows and curious gazes of Ning Rongrong and the others.

She took a deep breath and struggled to finish her sentence: "Actually, I'm a very traditional girl. If possible, I... I can be a mistress..."

Meng Yiran's large, deep brown eyes were shimmering with moisture, as if they were steaming with a little mist.

Her long eyelashes fluttered gently as she looked intently at Ning Rongrong and the others.

"Pfft, cough cough..." Hearing her words, Ning Rongrong almost choked on her own saliva.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing stared at her blankly.

Ye Qiu was stunned.

That's way too traditional!

"Ye Qiu! Let's go over there..." Her short, black hair covered part of her face.

However, this did not prevent one from clearly seeing her delicate, rosy face under the gradually brightening sky.

"Uh... Miss Meng! Slow down... It's too fast..."

Under the envious gazes of Ma Hongjun and Oscar.

Still in a daze, Ye Qiu was dragged by Meng Yiran, who was so embarrassed that she didn't know where to go, towards a tree in the distance.

The two figures disappeared into the grove and were nowhere to be seen.

"I suddenly regret letting that jerk Ye Qiu go!"

Ning Rongrong watched Meng Yiran's retreating figure with a pained expression.

“Yes! She is indeed very difficult to deal with…” Zhu Zhuqing nodded in agreement.

Xiao Wu's crimson eyes darted around: "How about... we go over there too...?"

……

"Old woman...did I hear that right? Yiran...is going to be someone's concubine!?"

The Dragon King, who was sitting cross-legged under the tree, had his dragon-headed cane lying on the ground, which was still a bit hard to believe.

"You heard me right... Sigh~! Yiran has grown up already..." Chaotianxiang seemed to have come to terms with it, and let out a long sigh.

"Hmph! I think she's been blinded by male beauty!" Meng Shu sneered and picked up his dragon-headed cane again.

His gaze swept over Xiao Wu and her two companions as they stealthily made their way into the grove.

He suddenly felt that being a concubine wasn't such a bad thing after all!

After all, being sisters with the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School is not bad, as it would be beneficial to both the family and the individual.

certainly...

Everything must be based on the premise that his granddaughter will not be bullied.

……

Behind a big tree.

Meng Yiran brought Ye Qiu here.

She held onto Ye Qiu's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

So Ye Qiu stopped struggling and let her hold his hand.

Looking at the tall, mature young woman who seemed somewhat unable to meet his gaze, Ye Qiu slowly asked, "Miss Meng, what would you like to talk to me about?"

Meng Yiran's large brown eyes were quite striking even in the dark, and Ye Qiu's blue pupils were reflected in her eyes.

"Ye Qiu~" The gentle voice seemed to tug at people's hearts. Meng Yiran held Ye Qiu's hand and placed it in front of her.

"..."

Under Ye Qiu's strange gaze.

He felt that warmth, that gentle touch, and he could even feel her heartbeat.

My face also felt a little hot.

He hadn't felt this way in a long time!

Ye Qiu originally thought he had developed a great deal of resistance to this kind of scene.