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Chapter 4968

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"Eh, this is ….."

She intentionally pinched the little boy's head, the ear which was hidden under the hair, and pretended to be surprised, "Ear? Is this your ear? "

The little boy in her arms, froze.

A pair of watery glassy eyes, stared at Ye Qing Luo's face in a daze.

"Cat cat, what's the matter?"

A lady walked over, looking at the little boy nestled in an unfamiliar young lady's arms, she sized up Ye Qing Luo in astonishment, "This young lady, you are ….."

"I'm Mu Yu." Ye Qing Luo's long and narrow eyes curved, as she replied with a smile, "You are what the teahouse boss mentioned …. young brothers?"

The young lady's eyes were filled with surprise, "Indeed as what the teahouse boss said, you are really …. so young."

She lowered her head to look at the little boy in her arms, "You look like twelve or thirteen years old, so young and already following the mercenary group to go on missions, you're really incredible."

That tone, totally seemed to be coaxing a child.

"Miss Mu ….." That lady opened her mouth.

"Just call me Yu 'er, or …. Calling me Madam Chao is also fine." Ye Qing Luo smiled as she looked at the man beside her, smiling warmly, "This is my husband, his name is Chao Yun."

The lady looked at the both of them in shock, "Both of you …. look so young, you're actually married!"

"Xiao Yi, if you want to get married, we can also get married immediately." A handsome looking man walked over from the lady's back.

That look, was so handsome as though it was a perfect work of art carved out by a divine knife.

His every action and every word he spoke and laughed exuded the nobility and dignity of a person in a superior position.

"Qiao Jin!" The lady stared at the man, "Who wants to marry you!"

"If you don't marry me, who else do you want to marry?" The man's jade-like black eyes, narrowed dangerously.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and locked Yan Xiao Yi's waist, pulling her into his arms, then curled his lips towards Ye Qing Luo's direction, "Madam Chao, this is my wife Yan Xiao Yi, I'm this mercenary group's acting group leader, Qiao Jin."

Ye Qing Luo was puzzled, "Why acting group leader?"

"Because …. our real group leader, is currently …. fighting for our mercenary group brothers." Qiao Jin's brows drooped slightly.

However, it was only for an instant.

His lips curled up into a smile. "That's why I'm the acting commander for now."

He waved his hand behind him and said, "How did you provoke that bastard from the Anxu Hall? He even forced that bastard from the Dark Void Hall to specially invite two powerful old men over to help him.

This time, we came back to act tough. Fortunately, we brothers are also very strong. Otherwise … we would have been screwed! "

As expected of his brother.

She had learned the way she spoke and the words she used.

Ye Qing Luo held back the laughter in her heart as she used the most ordinary tone to reply, "Other than destroying that Grand Hall Master's hand and slashing his cousin, I didn't do anything too brutal."

Qiao Jin: "…"

Wasn't that cruel?

Why do I feel that this girl is a little familiar?

However, as she stared at that extremely unfamiliar face.

It must be an illusion …

Behind him, a few young boys and girls wearing mercenary uniforms walked over.

He introduced them one by one.

Ye Qing Luo greeted the few of them and pretended not to know them, pretending to be genuine!

After getting acquainted with The World group's brothers once again.

Ye Qing Luo then shifted her vision towards the teahouse boss and the villagers not too far away.

Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love. Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Overlord, please be gentler with your love.

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