You're so beautiful, and you still want to cancel the engagement?

After Ding Dashan took out all the Wanling Grass and gave it to Ye Fei, and Ye Fei put them all into his storage ring, several people looked at Feng Mazi together.

Feng Mazi looked at Ye Fei, then at Ding Dashan, and finally his gaze fell on Feng Qingyao: "Girl..."

"Ah? Old man, just say whatever you want to say!" Feng Qingyao smiled and hooked Feng Mazi's arm.

Although Feng Mazi was smelly, Feng Qingyao didn't dislike him at all. On the contrary, she felt happy and excited to see her loved one.

"Uh..." Feng Mazi hesitated for a moment, and finally he looked at the sky: "Forget it, let's talk about it later. Go help me pick up the manure first!"

"Ah?" Ye Fei, Feng Qingyao and Ding Dashan were all dumbfounded.

"Old man, are you still carrying manure?" Feng Qingyao was stunned.

"Yeah!" Ye Fei also looked reluctant: "What will happen if this manure is not picked?"

"That's right, we just don't pick and choose. Let's see who can do anything to us!" Ding Dashan looked very arrogant.

Because Ye Fei had boasted to them that the sword spirit in the scabbard of his Xuanyang Sword was invincible in the fairy world, Ding Dashan was now very confident.

"If you don't help me carry manure, get out of here immediately. Get as far away as possible and don't cause trouble for me!" Feng Mazi shouted coldly.

After saying that, he picked up the two buckets of manure on a shoulder pole and walked quickly towards the vegetable field in the distance.

Ye Fei, Ding Dashan and Feng Qingyao looked at each other.

The three of them stared at each other, and finally Feng Qingyao and Ding Dashan both set their eyes on Ye Fei.

"Why are you looking at me?" Ye Fei looked at Feng Qingyao with disdain: "Senior Sister, this is your grandfather, why are you looking at me for this matter?"

"Hehe, that's right! He's my grandpa!" Feng Qingyao said with a wry smile, "Hehe, I'm used to it, I'm used to it..."

In the past, whenever they encountered problems, they would look to Ye Fei, let him make the decisions, and make the plans. It seemed that they were used to it.

"Hurry up and think about how to convince him!" Ye Fei curled his lips.

"That's right!" Ding Dashan said with disgust: "Senior Sister, I won't go with you to pick up manure!"

"How about we go and finish picking up the manure with him first?" Feng Qingyao said, "My great-grandfather told me a long time ago that my old man has a very stubborn temper, just like what you, Thirteen, often say... Oh, yes, a stubborn person. My old man is just that stubborn!"

"If you want to go, you go. I won't go!" Ding Dashan said contemptuously.

"Pa!" Ye Fei slapped Ding Dashan on the forehead: "We are all going, why don't you go?"

"Pa!" Feng Qingyao slapped Ding Dashan on the forehead again: "That's right, all of us senior brothers and sisters have gone, and you're standing here watching helplessly?"

"Even if you beat me, I won't go!" Ding Dashan curled his lips. "Humph, how can I, the eldest young master of the Ding family, go to pick up manure? If this gets out, where will my father, grandfather, and mother put their faces?"

"Huh..." Feng Qingyao curled her lips at Ding Dashan with a look of disgust: "You, and you're the eldest young master of the Ding family?"

"You're still getting excited!" Ye Fei looked at Ding Dashan with disdain: "Didn't you say you grew up in the mountains? When did you become the eldest son of the Ding family?"

"Excuse me, are you the Young Master Ding of Ding Dashan?" At this moment, the voice of an old man suddenly came from not far behind.

Looking back, I saw two old men coming from high in the sky in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, it landed in front of Ye Fei, Feng Qingyao, Ding Dashan and others.

After taking a closer look, he found that one of them was the old Taoist priest from before.

In front of the old Taoist priest, there was an old man with an immortal look, white hair and a youthful face.

If the old man's hair and beard were not completely white, he would look only in his early twenties.

But after he landed, he immediately looked Ding Dashan up and down with his sparkling eyes.

The old Taoist priest who had been so arrogant in front of Ye Fei and the others was now hunched over and trembling behind him. He looked as if he had done something wrong and was afraid of being punished.

"Who are you?" Ding Dashan curled his lips in disdain at the immortal with a sage-like appearance.

"Oh, I'm your great-grandfather's nephew! When your great-grandfather learned that you had come to the fairyland, he specially asked me to pick up Young Master Ding!"

"Ah?" Ding Dashan exclaimed, "Ding Datian isn't dead yet? He's come to the Immortal Realm? You, are you really Ding Datian's nephew?"