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Chapter three hundred and fourteenth shot

"Our family and the Chen family have already agreed. In half a month, you will marry into the Chen family and be your wife with the second son of Chen." The door was pushed open and a low and serious voice came out.

"Agreed? Didn't you sell it for a good price?" Yu Qilan looked up at the middle-aged man with a tired face at the door, and her tone did not hide her mockery.

"presumptuous!"

The middle-aged man's voice became furious, but he was a little embarrassed to expose the truth.

"Yu Qilan, do you know who you are talking to?"

The middle-aged man's eyes were round, like an angry lion.

However, he was about to speak further, but suddenly felt a slight coolness in his throat. I don’t know when a sharp sword hit his throat.

The sword slightly stretched forward, and the sharp edge cut through his skin, causing his brain to explode.

"Yu Changxun, can I give you another chance to organize your words?" Yu Qilan stood up at some point, gently grasping the hilt of the sword with one hand, and said softly.

There was a smile on the corner of her mouth, but there was a little obvious disappointment.

"I... Qilan, my Yu family has not had a good time in recent days. Only the Chen family can help me overcome the crisis. You are also aware of the general situation and should understand the difficulties of my Yu family."

The man felt the coldness around his neck and his face became ugly.

"Peng."

Just as his mind was trembling, he suddenly kicked out of the air and stepped into the middle-aged man's heart. The middle-aged man felt his body as if he was flying in the clouds and fell out of the house lightly.

"Hmph, Yu Changxu, I hope you will make any more ideas in the future, don't use women as bargaining chips anymore, at least you will look a little bit arrogant, so as not to make me look down on you. Get out!" Yu Qilan sneered, bending her finger, and returning the long sword to the sheath. Then the door of the room was closed, leaving only the middle-aged man outside.

Yu Changxun, who fell to the ground, had a blue face and purple. Where did his sister learn martial arts from, and he actually beat him so embarrassed.

The most hateful thing is that this little girl dared to resist?

How dare she? How dare she!

When the door closed, Yu Qilan's face dimmed. Although she understood very early that women in the big family were just a tool for the family, when this day really came, her heart was still unconcealed loss.

These disgusting ugly faces also broke her last fantasy about family affection.

For people from these big families, they are bargaining chips on the balance from the moment they are born, and they are nothing more than selling at a high or low price.

Yu Qilan's palms were tightly grasping the hilt of the sword. For a woman, the sound she could make was undoubtedly weak in the current absolute patriarchal society.

Even abroad, the feminist movement has never begun.

"But, don't you want to force me to do anything I don't agree with, don't think about it!" Yu Qilan looked forward. At this moment, she suddenly realized clearly that she had no support, and that all she could rely on was the sword in her hand.

Her thinking was unprecedentedly calm, with a long sword in her hand, and she was fearless.

"In this world, everything will betray you, but your sword will not." Yu Qilan slowly stood up and saw the direction clearly in front of her.

...

"Qilan! Qilan!"

The Yu family's door was open. In the respectful eyes of the Yu family, a fat figure walked in from the door surrounded by everyone.

The figure was quite tall, about 1.9 meters tall, but this man was tall enough and fat enough. He was probably weighing more than 300 pounds and a huge ball of meat.

Everyone looked at this huge figure, and there was an unstoppable look of fear in their eyes.

Chen Kewu, the second son of the Chen family, is also a big man that the Yu family dare not offend.
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