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Chapter 32 The Ten Thousand Year Iron Tree Blooms

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    Behind him, Jing Zhe stared dumbfoundedly at Leng Ye's handsome and resolute back as if struck by lightning, and couldn't recover for a long time.

    He originally thought that Xuan Fengqian, who was used to talking back, would be severely taught by Leng Ye again.

    Unexpectedly, Leng Ye said that he wanted to teach her a lesson, but in an instant he hugged her in his arms!

    "That's great. The ten-thousand-year iron tree blooms in the cold winter."

    Jingzhe's heart blossomed with joy, and she hoped that Xuanfengqian would be able to influence the cold night that was as cold as frost.

    Leng Ye never expected that with a random movement of his, Jing Zhe actually imagined an unrivaled romance.

    He just felt that holding it was easier, that's all.

    But for some reason, when he noticed that the woman in his arms forgot to breathe nervously, his anger dissipated in an instant.

    "Changing air."

    Leng Ye suppressed a smile, with an iceberg face that stood still, and his voice was particularly indifferent.

    "ah?"

    Xuan Fengqian was thinking about how to escape from Leng Ye's palm, when he suddenly saw him squinting at him, subconsciously clutching his chest tightly.

    Leng Ye had black lines all over her head, so she didn't plan to take care of her.

    But seeing her little face flushed from holding her breath, she finally couldn't help freeing up a hand, and patted her flushed cheek with a "snap", "Breathe!"

    "Hiss¡ª¡ª"

    Xuan Fengqian didn't notice for a while, and was dizzy by Leng Ye's slap.

    To make matters worse, the wound on her face that had just clotted with blood was oozing a little bit of blood after being hit by him like this.

    "Xuanfengqian, are you made of water? How come it shatters when you touch it!" Leng Ye looked at the bright red blood on her cheek, feeling very annoyed.

    He obviously didn't use any force, but out of kindness, he wanted to remind her to take a breath in time.

    Unexpectedly, good intentions did bad things again.

    "Why are you so angry? I was the one who was beaten, and I was the one who was injured, so what does it have to do with you?" Xuanfeng looked at the angry Leng Ye in bewilderment.

    "Why doesn't it matter? If you can't help tossing so much, how can this deity have fun?"

    ""

    Xuan Fengqian was silent.

    She is clearly a living person, but he treats her as a plaything, which is too much.

    After thinking for a while, Xuan Fengqian finally said nervously, "Mozun, what exactly do you want to do?"

    "Didn't you say that 'hitting is kissing and scolding is love'? Since you love this deity deeply, this deity should pay you back."

    "My father is coming soon! Don't be fooled." Xuanfeng said timidly with his shallow eyelids twitching wildly.

    Leng Ye directly ignored the threat between the lines in Xuanfeng's shallow words, and snorted softly, "What is nonsense? Since you have worshiped the world with the deity, you are the deity's woman in name. Whatever the deity wants to do, you can do it.  It makes sense."

    "You have a sister, but you still miss me. Isn't this eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot?"

    "Ning'er is for pampering, but you are for entertainment, can it be the same?"

    "The problem is, I don't want to be entertained by you!" Xuanfeng gritted his teeth angrily.

    "It's up to you."

    Leng Ye kicked open the half-hidden door of the Hall of Soul Devourer, and walked towards the inner room with a panic-stricken Xuanfeng.

    "On the first day of your wedding, you cheated behind your sister's back. Is this what you call 'favor'?"

    "Stealing? Xuanfengqian, don't you overestimate yourself?"

    Leng Ye casually threw Xuanfengqian onto the couch, and turned her over, making her lie on his lap in the shape of a salted fish.

    "no, do not want"

    Xuan Fengqian's heart was beating like a drum, and his body was so tense that he could hardly move.

    At the critical moment, that real and cruel dream suddenly flashed in her mind.

    The cold night in the dream was violent and cruel.  However, he wasn't furious because of her perfect body, he just didn't like being stained with blood, and felt it was bad luck

    That being the case, if she had confessed to him in advance, she might have been able to escape

    After pondering for a while, she suddenly turned her head, intending to bargain with Leng Ye, "Mozun, if I confess something to you, can you spare my life?" (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com
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