Author: Filthy MACHINE TRANSLATION
Ling Jue drank the wine leisurely while she savaged the Tang Yuan with one hand. She was in a good mood.
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Even the astringent wine tasted good. It tasted good after a careful taste.
Feng Yulin seemed to sense the change in her mood. He turned to look at him and realized that Ling Jue was no longer looking at him. However, the side of his face seemed to show that he was very happy, which made Feng Yulin’s eyes darken.
“Hahaha, welcome to my birthday banquet!”
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At that moment, a group of people walked in one after another, their faces filled with joy.
The first to walk in front was the main character of this birthday banquet, Feng Yulin’s grandfather, Lu Yilie’s grandfather.
Lu Yilie’s uncle was Feng Yulin. One of them had the surname Feng, and the other had the surname Lu. However, they were actually blood-related uncles and nephews.
Back then, the Lu family had many daughters, but they had no sons. Because the Lu family owed the Feng family a favor, Feng Yulin’s uncle was sent to be the Lu family’s Godson.
Everyone knew about this, but because Old Master Feng thanked the Lu family for their kindness, he discussed with everyone and changed his surname to Lu.
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Therefore, although he was a member of the Feng family, his surname was Lu.
This was also why Feng Yulin and Lu Yilie were blood-related uncle and nephew, but they had different surnames.
Feng Yulin’s grandfather, Master Feng, was already eighty years old this year. His oldest son was also sixty years old. He was Lu Yilie’s grandfather, the only male in the Lu family.
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Feng Yulin’s grandfather, on the other hand, could be said to have the status of a mountain in Yunhai province at this age.
Ling Jue propped her head up and looked at the people who were chatting with each other. Society was all about flattery and flattery.
She really did not want to stick to them. She even had to offer a toast!
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Looking at Ling Zhensheng who was eager to give it a try, as if he was afraid that others would steal his path, she shook her head. She put down her hand and picked up a glass of red wine. Red wine was still the most delicious.
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She suddenly felt a little curious about whether there would be fireworks when the bomb exploded.
Hmm.
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If she saw Feng Yulin’s meat flying everywhere, she would be even happier. It would be even more beautiful than fireworks.
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After yawning, Ling Jue pulled Tang Yuan out in boredom. “Come out and have fun.”
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“Sleepy! I’m sleepy-” It rubbed against her palm and yawned. It was sleepy after eating.
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“What time is it? Come out to see the fireworks.”
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“Fireworks?” Paralyzed and dazed, it opened its eyes and looked at her face. “Lord Jue, you have a grain of rice at the corner of your mouth-ouch!”
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It had just finished speaking when Ling Jue plucked out a hair. The sleepy Gu was running around everywhere, but it was in high spirits at the moment.
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“I didn’t eat.” Ling Jue poked its hair back and found that it could not be put back, so she put it in its little hand. “Here, you can go back to sleep.”
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She pinched her own little white fur. Tang Yuan: “…”
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It pouted and rubbed the spot where its fur had been plucked. It sighed. “Lord Jue, you’re so heartless.”
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“Tell me, when will that bomb explode? Should I stay away from it? What if the blood splatters on me later?”
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“…” Tang Yuan looked at the distance between them and the chandelier. They were seven or eight tables away.
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The closer they were to the main table, the more powerful the person was. Ling Zhensheng could only be at the back of the line.
It shook its little head. The warriors in front of it had a journey ahead of them.
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Tang Yuan was a little angry when Lord Jue woke it up. It poked her arm with its little claws. Lord Jue, don’t look at anyone else! It could only look at Lord Tang Yuan!
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However, its little claws were not intimidating at all. Ling Jue continued drinking and watching the show, unmoved.
The people in front of them all went to toast. There were many toasts to Feng Yulin. He only smiled and took a sip before his face turned cold.
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Those people knew that he was not to be trifled with, so they went to greet his elders.
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In their eyes, Feng Yulin was even more terrifying than Old Master Feng.
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He was only a 22-year-old youth, but his aura was not inferior to those elders. In fact, his status was even higher than theirs.
“Lord Jue, there are about two minutes left before the explosion.”
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“Very good!” The corners of Ling Jue’s lips curled up. It was perfect. Hurry up and explode!
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“Xiao Jue, let’s go! Let’s toast!” Ling Zhensheng grabbed her sleeve and dragged her to the main table.
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