Xuanfeng frowned slightly, his thin red sandalwood mouth opened slightly, his voice was as cold as frost, "It's just a few pieces of palace guard sand, why hold on tightly?"
Leng Ye let go of her hand lightly, as if thousands of arrows had pierced her heart, the pain was severe.
He originally thought that this punishment was not too heavy.
Whether in Jiuyou or other places, don't women often suffer such persecution?
They cried and shouted, didn't they live well in the end?
What's more, he never expected that she, who is capable of tricks, would not be able to deal with a group of young people.
But when she personally described the feeling of being abused, his body trembled uncontrollably.
Xuan Fengqian sensed Leng Ye's sudden sense of guilt, hoping that he still had a little bit of conscience, and asked calmly, "When are you going to let me go back to the Immortal Realm?"
Leng Ye was reluctant to let her go, but he couldn't think of an excuse to keep her.
After careful consideration, he finally chose to escape.
"Just a little Shougong sand is enough. If you do it randomly, it will be more eye-catching." His thin, upturned lips moved slightly, and there was a trace of caution between the lines.
"Afraid of fading."
Xuan Fengqian said coldly.
She originally thought that with a few more Shougong sand, the fake one could be confused with the real one, and pass the test.
It wasn't until after foreseeing the disaster again that he made up his mind to break his own body.
Leng Ye felt even more uncomfortable after hearing her explanation.
Although there was still hatred hidden in his heart, he just couldn't do anything to her.
He also found that torturing her and abusing her did not give him the pleasure of revenge.
On the contrary, it will draw him into a whirlpool of depression and contradictions.
Xuan Fengqian stood for a long time, and his legs were sore.
In order to relieve her physical discomfort, she had no choice but to prop up the food table half a person's height in front of her and sat down.
While the skirt was swaying, a corner of the moon white tunic was unexpectedly exposed.
Leng Ye happened to catch a glimpse of the blood stains on the shirt.
He narrowed his deep eyes slightly, looked at the pale Xuan Fengqian calmly, and slowly unfurled his tightly knit brows.
He thought to himself, the reason why Xuanfengqian became so irritable was probably caused by sunflower water.
"Unwell?" Leng Ye took a breath and asked her softly.
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Xuan Fengqian did not answer, but stared blankly at the particularly abnormal Leng Ye, unable to recover for a long time.
Leng Ye was a little embarrassed by her stare, and casually transformed into a palm-sized Mrs. Tang, and threw it into her arms, "Apply."
"What's in it?"
Xuan Fengqian stared warily at Mrs. Tang who was constantly steaming, fearing that she would accidentally fall into his trap again.
"Use it or not, it's up to you."
Leng Ye guessed Xuan Fengqian's thoughts, and his mood was extremely bad.
He suddenly felt that he was very cheap, and he only did things to catch others' cold ass.
Seeing her push Mrs. Tang away, the anger in his heart soared.
"Things that don't know good or bad!"
He cursed in displeasure, and kicked the door loudly with a "bang".
Xuan Fengqian only thought that he was going mad intermittently, and muttered in a low voice, "Could it be that he was bitten by a mad dog? How could he go mad at every turn!"
"Damn it! How dare you curse"
Leng Ye has excellent hearing ability, and after hearing what Xuan Fengqian said clearly, he became even more furious.
He originally planned to go back the same way and beat her up, but in the end, he unexpectedly ordered someone to send her clean clothes.
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