Not to mention the same applies to other parts of the skin.
That long, white leg, so bright and shiny, was exceptionally eye-catching.
Seeing Yang Feng's dazed expression, Han Shilan smiled sweetly, secretly delighted. In the past, seeing him become stronger and stronger, she always felt that one day she would not be good enough for him.
But seeing his blank, silly look now filled Han Shilan with immense joy.
Little did he know that even if Yang Feng were strong enough to fight against a country, he would not think that Han Shilan was unworthy of him.
He mainly likes this woman, and that's enough.
Actually, it all comes down to whether or not you love each other.
"Her ethereal and otherworldly temperament is like that of a fairy."
Yang Feng smiled calmly.
"Glib-tongued..."
Han Shilan rolled her eyes at him, turned around and hurriedly walked towards the room. She was afraid that if she tempted him again, she might be pounced on again.
After changing into a white shirt and a black pleated skirt, she came down from the second floor.
"Honey, let's go for a walk!" A stunningly beautiful young woman, exuding an ethereal aura, stepped forward and took Yang Feng's arm.
“No problem, let’s go! Let’s go to Wanda Plaza for a walk.” Yang Feng nodded, his eyes full of tenderness, and led Han Shilan out of the villa.
Both of them possessed an ethereal and otherworldly air, drawing the attention of passersby as they walked down the street.
They were like a divine couple.
Meanwhile, the various powerful families of China's upper class, through their intelligence networks, all knew that the number one swordsman from Japan had come here to issue a challenge to a young man! (Urban Super Full-Time System)
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Chapter 534 The Power of the Green Bamboo Society
"Have you heard? The greatest swordsman from Japan has come to China! It's said he's going to challenge a young man!"
"I remember five years ago, the number one swordsman in Japan was already at the Earth Rank Grandmaster level. I guess he's even stronger now!"
"Don't forget, that young man is Yang Feng. He's been hailed by the administrators of the martial arts forum as the number one prodigy in China, unmatched by anyone!"
"He is skilled, but the number one swordsman in Japan is no joke."
The upper echelons of Chinese society were all discussing it.
Many people packed their bags and headed to the Ten Thousand Mountains in order to witness this battle.
The person being challenged is still strolling leisurely down the street.
A beautiful, ethereal young woman is arm in arm with a man of equally extraordinary charm.
Needless to say, they were Yang Feng and Han Shilan.
"Honey, you said you're going to the Ten Thousand Mountains the day after tomorrow to fight that Japanese guy named Miyamoto Toshiie?"
Han Shilan looked up at Yang Feng, her brows furrowing slightly.
"Yes, you'll come with me then, and see how your husband beats up that number one swordsman of Japan."
Yang Feng smiled confidently and reached out to pinch her cheek.
"Okay, that's perfect. I'd also like to see a battle between martial artists."
Han Shilan smiled sweetly, took Yang Feng's arm, and walked into a movie theater.
The movie premiered on Avengers: Endgame.
Yang Feng stared at the large screen, something seemed to be flashing deep in his eyes. If the characters on it were real, he might not be a match for them.
However, some of the people in there are really too perverted.
The movie ended...
The two walked out of the movie theater and strolled slowly along the riverbank.
A gentle breeze brushed against their cheeks.
"Honey, can you fly? Like those people in fantasy dramas."
Han Shilan gazed at the riverbank, stopped in her tracks, and suddenly her mind raced. She covered her mouth and smiled, then continued:
"I'm just kidding. If you could really fly, wouldn't you be a god?"
"Even the most powerful martial artist can't fly, right?"
A sly glint flashed in Yang Feng's eyes. He turned to Han Shilan, a wicked smile playing on his lips, and said, "Wife, how about we make a bet? If I can fly, we'll unlock all sorts of positions from now on, how about it?"
"You! All you ever think about are filthy ideas. I'm not going to take this bet with you!"
Upon hearing this, Han Shilan's eyebrows arched, her gaze turning slightly cold. She reached out and twisted Yang Feng's waist sharply.
The thought of how he always made her beg for mercy fills her with lingering fear.
"You just don't dare, don't you? Besides, didn't you say that even the most powerful martial artist can't fly in the sky? If I lose, you can make a request."
Yang Feng brought his head close to Han Shilan's swan-like neck, his mischievous smile undiminished.