Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich!

Chapter 1219: He Alone Stands Against Ten Thousand Prestigious Clans!

This is Xu Haohao’s first time seeing Xuan Ting with such a fierce and intimidating aura, his whole presence surging with a murderous vibe, in stark contrast to the blond youth who competed with her for delicacies before.The overwhelming anger felt like dark clouds pressing down, and the powerful vibe made Xu Haohao feel suffocated, her face turning unpleasant.

This is the pressure of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Xuan Ting is well-known in the Northern Land, the person most feared by the various noble families. He stands alone in the Northern Land, without a sect or any affiliation to any noble family clan, relying on no background forces.

He alone can challenge countless noble families!

Twisting a person’s neck is literal.

Twisting it means twisting it.

Feng Huaimu laughed: "Of course I know Grandmaster Xuan has the ability to twist my neck, but where’s the evidence?"

Xuan Ting looked at Xu Haohao and said: "Three times, I have smelled the scent of Feng Huaimu on that listening device!"

Once might be accidental, twice could be coincidental, but what about three times?

Xu Haohao was baffled, "I, I didn’t know?"

Xuan Ting said coldly: "I sensed it the first time we met at the racetrack, but it was uncertain due to the sweat smell after racing."

Because he practices Martial Arts, his five senses are magnified more than a thousandfold beyond ordinary people. From his current center point, he can clearly hear the conversations of anyone within a fifty-meter radius. His sense of smell and hearing are extraordinary! The title of the Northern Land’s First Grandmaster is not arbitrarily given.

Feng Huaimu laughed: "Is this what you call evidence?"

Even the listening device had long been crushed directly by Xuan Ting.

Xu Haohao was a bit uncertain, but saw Feng Huaimu raise his hand and lightly pat her head: "Enough, you go back first, I’m not in a hurry."

Xu Haohao watched as Feng Huaimu merged into the darkness, her shoulders slumping down.

It’s simply senseless.

She is not a high-ranking official or noble, what use would Feng Huaimu have for such tricks?

Xu Haohao looked at the blond youth, whose anger hadn’t subsided, oh, should say Grandmaster.

Xuan Ting restrained his anger, wearing a Zhongshan suit, hands behind his back, he looked at her and said: "Don’t drag my Junior Sister down with you, that’s my only request. Tomorrow I’m returning to the Northern Land."

Xuan Ting turned to leave, and Xu Haohao couldn’t help but call out to him: "Have you always just done it for Su Li?"

"Nonsense, if not for my Junior Sister Li Zi, would I be doing it for you? I left the Northern Land early to come to Jiangzhou Prefecture, by order of my master, to protect my Junior Sister’s safety." Xuan Ting paused, "If you weren’t my Junior Sister’s best friend, I wouldn’t bother with you. You’re just infatuated, only caring about people’s good looks."

He looks not bad himself, why hasn’t she been infatuated with him?

With that said, the blond youth, like ink painting, disappeared into the wind, leaving her alone.

*

The weather gradually moved into late summer, Su Li heard from Tuanzi that in his second-grade first exam, he got first place in class, and scored full marks on the additional questions. Su Li also has to return to school for classes soon.

Tuanzi, already seven years old and in second grade, is interested in mathematics, telling her and Feng Huaijin that he wants to be a future mathematician, as mathematics is the father of all things.

Su Li’s heart is filled with emotion, truly finding it hard to understand why anyone would like mathematics.

Tuanzi has found a future goal to strive for, while Feng Huaijin is still working hard toward his annual goals, so tired that her eyelids can barely stay open.

Su Li lets her hair down, lying on her soft azure waterbed, with one hand covering her eyes to block the sunlight outside, faintly hearing Feng Huaijin dressing at the bedside, the friction between skin and shirt.

Feng Huaijin approached, kissed her on the brow:

"Su Li, still sleeping?"