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Xuan Fengqian met his increasingly fiery gaze, and asked in a cold voice: "Could the Demon Lord be joking?"
"Do you think this deity is joking with you?"
Leng Ye's hostility was even more pronounced, and his low-mellow timbre showed a bit of gloom, which completely covered up the inherent charm in his voice.
"Like." Xuan Fengqian ignored his cold eyes and nodded emphatically.
"oh?"
Leng Ye laughed back in anger, his poor patience was being consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He cursed in his heart, and the moment his patience ran out, he would eat her up and wipe her dry.
Xuan Fengqian noticed his more and more heavy breathing, and he seemed to greet him up and down, inside and out, a hundred and eighty times in his heart.
If it wasn't for the disparity in strength, she really wanted to fight him desperately.
She even wanted to slash at his vitals with two or two thousand knives.
Unfortunately, ideas are just ideas.
In reality, she still needs to swallow her anger and greet her with a smile.
"What are you thinking?" Leng Ye's knuckle-boned hand grabbed her jaw fiercely.
"I was thinking, since you hate me so much, why are you so good at it?"
"This is obviously two different things."
In Leng Ye's point of view, no matter how annoying a woman is, as long as she is a little bit pretty, she can still be taken care of.
He can separate love and lust.
He is often lustful, but has never loved anyone.
"How can it be two different things? If you don't love, let alone the matter of the bed, even a hug can make people extremely responsive." Xuan Fengqian muttered to himself.
"Yes?"
Leng Ye raised her brows slightly, and subconsciously hugged her tight waist.
strangeness
Why doesn't he feel the shock?
Not only did he not feel the shock, he also reacted inexplicably.
Xuanfeng looked at Leng Ye's hand wandering around his waist in astonishment, thought for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to slap it off, "Mozun, please respect yourself!"
"do not move."
Leng Ye slammed her down on the jade pillar by her side, his hands as cold as frost were as nimble as snakes, and slammed into her neckline with a "swish".
Xuan Fengqian was extremely ashamed and annoyed, struggling with his hands and feet, "You crazy pervert, let go!"
"Hands are cold, let me warm you up with this deity."
Leng Ye condescendingly looked down at Xuanfeng's blushing cheeks dripping with blood, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously.
Pure and lustful, she is really a natural stunner
"No borrowing!"
Xuanfeng turned into anger from embarrassment, taking advantage of Leng Ye's unpreparedness, she suddenly raised her hand, and slapped Leng Ye's handsome and flawless cheek with a "slap".
"Tired of life?"
Leng Ye was beaten into a daze, and he vigorously wiped away the bright red blood from the corner of his lips.
"If the Demon Lord is hard to get rid of, he can beat me up to vent his anger." Xuan Fengqian folded his arms around his chest, his flattened shoulders buckled slightly inward.
At this moment, she was extremely frightened, and her little face was bloodless with fright.
She knew that she shouldn't confront Leng Ye head-on, but he was so bad that she couldn't control her emotions and slapped him.
And at this moment, Leng Ye was extremely angry.
He grabbed Xuan Fengqian's hair and dragged her towards the Soul Devouring Palace.
"Xuan Fengqian, you asked for it."
"Leng Ye, can you be a human being? You molested me."
"It's not the first time, so what do you mind? Do you think the deity cares about your body?"
Leng Ye said that he was not rare, but his body was very honest.
Today, he once thought he was suffering from a hidden disease. After changing a dozen or so women in succession, there was still no response from the body.
It wasn't until he saw Xuan Fengqian that his lifeless body reacted. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com