i object to this marriage

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When I turned around, I caught a glimpse of Ling Zhao's body motionless from the corner of my eye, as if turning his head slightly to look over, I grabbed Zhao Yujun's sleeve and hurried away.

Mr. Zhao Yu didn't go far and suddenly stopped, and I looked at him with puzzled eyes - what's wrong?

Mr. Zhao Yu glanced back from the corner of his eye unobtrusively, his brows were slightly raised, and quickly spread out. At the same time, a layer of cool and gentle divine power was attached to his whole body, and he said with a smile: "It's nothing."

236

What are you doing grabbing my hand for nothing?

I can feel the cool divine power from Zhao Yujun's hand to my whole body, it penetrates the heart and spleen, and it is really comfortable.

But isn't it a bit strange for two male immortals to hold hands?

I pulled it out a few times - because Zhao Yujun is a literary god, I was afraid that the movement would drag him too much and hurt him, so I didn't use too much force - I didn't expect to be able to pull it out!

"Mr. Zhao Yu?"

Only then did Zhao Yujun seem to wake up from a dream, and he let me go naturally: "Sorry, I thought of my younger brother. I used to hold him like this before, and I was a little dazed for a while."

"Young brother?"

Zhao Yujun smiled and said: "Speaking of which, he is related to you. He is dozens of years younger than you, and his name is also a subtitle."

237

It turned out to be the case.

My father has several brothers. When he was young, he often told me anecdotes about brothers in Siming Realm. Every time I heard them, I was envious, and I often thought: How nice would it be if I had a younger brother or younger sister?

I was a little distracted, and it took me a while to notice Zhao Yujun's hand waving in front of my eyes: "What?"

Zhao Yujun withdrew his hand, thought for a moment, and looked at me sideways: "I said, I have known Mr. Baihua for a long time, can I call you by your real name?"

The olive branch thrown by Mr. Zhao Yu on his own initiative, of course I can't wait for it!

I restrained my excitement and said reservedly: "Of course."

"Hua Qian..." Zhao Yujun tried to scream, then suddenly showed his face, and said with a smile: "It's very suitable for you."

I also tentatively called him: "Crane—" The words after that choked in my throat, and I couldn't utter them any more.

In my desperation, I didn't care about any fairy calling my real name: "I remembered that there was a scroll that I haven't finished reading, Mr. Zhao Yu, you go to meet with Mr. Si Ming first..." I estimated the situation, and added: " Don't wait for me."

"flower……"

Before Zhao Yujun could finish his sentence, I had already run away.

238

Zhao Yujun stood there in a daze for a while, lowered his head and rubbed his fingers a few times, smiled helplessly, turned and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief behind a huge gold-plated pillar, watched Zhao Yujun gradually drifting away, grasped the golden rope in the void with the power of my hand, and looked for it in the direction guided by the golden rope. Ling Zhao, who was sitting on the roof of the Qilin Hall, looked over provocatively.

239

In the past month, Ling Zhao has been very honest. The bond between us is useless. I am rarely bound. Occasionally, the bond is a little tight. Either I give in or he gives in. There is no wrestling like before. constantly.

It's also that I have lived too peacefully this month. Just now, Zhao Yujun and I walked halfway and suddenly felt that the fairy rope on my arm was tightened.