The Love of Passerby A

Chapter 430: The Wulin Leader’s Fiancée (46)

"Brother, what exactly do you mean by this?" He Ruochu looked at Ling Moqing in confusion, totally unaware of what had happened to make him say such a thing.

Ling Moqing raised his eyebrows slightly, stared at He Ruochu sharply and said, "Didn't I make it clear enough? The person who swore brotherhood with me is called He Chu, and who are you?"

Beitang Jing couldn't help but interrupt, "Brother, you're really going too far. In any case, Third Sister hasn't changed, so why bother about other things?"

However, Ling Moqing was not moved at all. He slowly swept his eyes over the two people in front of him and said firmly: "When we became sworn brothers, we exchanged names, performed the ritual of kneeling, reported to the heavens, and swore to the earth.

But now she not only forged her identity, but also used a fake name. Do you still think that such a person who deceives the world is worthy of our close friendship?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Beitang Jing, who had originally wanted to say a few words to defend He Ruochu, was suddenly speechless, and all the words were forcibly blocked in his throat.

Murong Fengyu, who was standing nearby, also happened to hear this conversation. Her eyes lit up: This young man is really quite good! He knows how to judge people and is so eloquent. What he said just now really makes sense.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her son's eyesight was poor. Murong Fengyu glared at Beitang Jing again.

After hearing what Ling Moqing said, He Ruochu felt a pang of pain in her heart, but she was more confused. She had sincerely become sworn brothers with her two brothers at that time, but after wandering around in the world for a long time, she was used to using the name "He Chu", so she didn't think too much about it for a while.

She bit her lip and tried to keep herself calm. This time she finally apologized: "I'm sorry, Brother Ling, I didn't mean to deceive you."

Just when He Ruochu was about to say something else, a female voice sounded. Unlike her slightly hoarse voice, it was clear and tactful: "What's going on? Why are you blocking my door?"

Although the question was asked in a teasing tone, it managed to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Looking for the source of the voice, I saw a girl in gorgeous clothes.

Su Xiangran was not wearing bright and gorgeous clothes today, but her plain and elegant clothes were covered with exquisite embroidered patterns.

Putting aside other things for now, just look at her walking all the way from the backyard. Even after she had just stood firm, the hairpin on her head did not shake noticeably.

Such bearing and manners cannot be achieved overnight; they must be cultivated over several generations.

On the other hand, He Ruochu was wearing a set of clothes in the style of a female martial arts heroine. She chose this kind of clothes just for convenience (actually it is just to resist getting dirty). The main color of the clothes is blue-green.

There may be nothing unusual when viewed individually on a normal day, but once compared, the gap between the two becomes more and more obvious.

Looking at the two people's makeup again, Su Xiangran has a pretty face and her makeup is extremely delicate, especially the flower made of pearls on her forehead, which is small and exquisite but looks noble.

In comparison, He Ruochu, who was wearing no makeup, was so pale in comparison.

In this case, there is no need to look at the differences between the two people's facial features. Just looking at the surface can make everyone present deeply feel who is better.

Especially He Ruochu, she had tried every means to know what the person in the carriage looked like. Now she finally saw him, but she felt indescribably irritated in her heart.

Even in this situation, she still doesn't know how to control her temper. He Ruochu can apologize to Ling Moqing, she can plead with Beitang Jingsa Qiao, but towards Su Xiangran, she just wants to take action.

"Who the hell are you to interrupt here?" He Ruochu's face turned stern, as if he was going to attack her if she said another word.

Facing such a He Ruochu, Su Xiangran sneered in her heart: Her identity as a woman has been exposed, yet she still dares to shout in front of her. She doesn't know how others view He Ruochu, but there are two people who must hate this person.

Sure enough, as soon as He Ruochu finished speaking, someone who was unhappy with her took out his anger on Su Xiangran.

"Can you speak properly? If you can't use your mouth, you can seal it!" Murong Fengyu's hand habitually wanted to touch the whip at her waist, but when her hand reached her waist, she remembered that she was wearing the clothes that Su Xiangran had given her before, and she didn't bring the whip with her.

At this time, Ling Moqing had already used her lightness skills and stood in front of Su Xiangran in a few flashes. She waved her left hand lightly and her internal energy also went towards He Ruochu, even though Beitang Jing was behind her at this moment.

The two people were still shocked by this internal force and took a few steps back.

"Seeing that you like to take action at any time and bully the weak just now, you'd better stay ten steps away from Miss Su." Ling Moqing said very directly, with no intention of giving He Ruochu any face.

After hearing this, He Ruochu was like a balloon that had been pricked by a needle and quickly deflated.

Beitang Jing frowned slightly after hearing this and wanted to say something in rebuttal, but before he could open his mouth, he pulled his mother up by her ear and led her to her side.

"You are courting death. Why would you stand next to someone who likes to make sneak attacks?" Murong Fengyu's tone was full of disappointment, but this wave of indirect criticism was obviously directed at He Ruochu.

Murong Fengyu was someone who knew how to play bothersome people. Her words just now had given He Ruochu another label of being "sneaky".

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