Leng Ye's complexion was dark, and the aura around him became more and more gloomy, and he asked Wu Ya angrily.
Wu Ya swallowed his saliva involuntarily, and gently spread his wings to help Leng Ye breathe, "Your Majesty, Ah Qian is weak and can't stand it, so don't do anything to her."
Leng Ye was worried that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and said through gritted teeth: "No matter how weak your body is, you have to be carried by this deity."
It's not enough to do anything to her.
But if she insists on marrying Di Jun, don't blame him for forcing her in disregard of her wishes.
In Qingfeng Palace, Xuanfengqian was shutting himself in the boudoir, ignoring what was going on outside the window, concentrating on hitting the iron.
Ever since she saw the scene of the Nine-section Magic Whip rushing to Leng Ye acting like a baby last time, she made up her mind to find a decent weapon for herself.
However, there are masters for all the gods of the world.
It is not easy to find a good soldier who has not yet recognized his master.
As a last resort, she had no choice but to settle for the next best thing, and borrowed the real fire of Samadhi from the Taishang Laojun, intending to forge this high-quality black iron into an invincible magic weapon.
Tuk tuk tuk -
Xuan Fengqian was full of enthusiasm, and with the fire of the Samadhi real fire, the hammer in his hand crazily smashed towards the black iron on the chopping board.
At the same time, Leng Ye had already kicked open the gate of Qingfeng Palace, and walked towards Xuanfengqian boudoir.
"Mozun, Di Ji is still resting, please wait in the front hall for a while."
Qiyuan hurriedly stopped Leng Ye, seeing that his expression was not quite right, Tete raised her voice, hoping that Xuanfengqian could hear the movement, so she could slip out through the window and find a safe place first Avoid half a day.
Of course, Xuanfengqian couldn't hear the movement outside the house at all.
After hitting the iron for several hours in a row, not only the arms seemed to be useless, but also the pain was unbearable.
In her ears, there was only the sound of "duk tuk tuk" being struck.
"roll."
Leng Ye has no spare time to flirt with others at this moment.
He swung his sleeves wide and lightly, and pushed Qi Yuan aside with a sound of "ßÝ".
However, when he came to Xuanfengqian's boudoir, he suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Open the door."
Although Xuan Fengqian didn't hear Leng Ye's knock on the door, she keenly caught the bursts of evil spirit coming from outside the house.
She looked back suddenly, but saw Leng Ye's tall figure suddenly appearing on the window, accidentally, her slender fingers were scalded to a layer of skin by the true fire of samadhi.
"Hiss¡ª¡ª"
She withdrew her hand abruptly, gasping for breath in pain.
Leng Ye stopped and waited for a while, his patience gradually lost, and he shouted in a cold voice: "Xuanfengqian, are you deaf?"
Xuan Fengqian tightly clutched his scorched fingers, trembling with pain, and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing here again?"
Leng Ye originally planned to ask her straight to the point why she agreed to marry Di Jun, but suddenly recalled how she was scared by the human head kite and squatted on the ground with her head in her arms, Tete eased her breath, "Did the lord's cloak fall on you?" here?"
"Cloak"
Xuanfengqian did not forget that the day she talked about Xuandiantai at night, it was the Qingfeng Palace wrapped in Leng Ye's cloak.
She thought that she would not worry about food and clothing in the cold night, so she would not care about a cloak, so she asked Qi Yuan to throw it away.
Unexpectedly, he actually came to the door in person in order to ask for a cloak that was stained with a lot of blood.
"Unexpectedly, you are quite frugal." Xuanfeng Qianyu paced back and forth in front of the door, restlessly thinking about countermeasures.
Even though it was just a cloak, if he really wanted it, she would just pay him back.
But Leng Ye has never been a master who plays cards according to common sense.
Nine out of ten people come to ask for it at this time because they are looking for trouble.
Leng Ye saw that Xuan Fengqian hadn't opened the door yet, and the black air all over his body became more apparent, "Have you returned the cloak of the deity?"
"II thought you didn't want it, so I threw it away."
"How unreasonable!"
Leng Ye tried his best to control his emotions, but when he heard that Xuan Fengqian threw away his cloak so casually, he couldn't control the anger in his heart anymore.
The next moment, he kicked the door open with a "bang", "Xuan Fengqian, you are so brave."
Xuanfengqian extinguished the real fire of Samadhi casually, and stood in front of the red-burned Xuantie impartially.
She really didn't want Leng Ye to know that she didn't even have a decent weapon.
If let? After learning about this, I still can't figure out how to laugh at myself.
What she didn't know was that at this moment, her cheeks were also blackened by the true fire of Samadhi, and there was an undeniable burnt smell all over her body.
From the moment Leng Ye broke into the house, he caught a glimpse of the red black iron on the chopping board.
However, he didn't think it was ridiculous for Xuan Fengqian to forge a magic weapon in the house.
He was just a little unhappy, she liked the magic weapon so much, why didn't she ask him for it?
After closing the door with his backhand, Leng Ye suddenly came up to her, and wrapped his arms around her slender waist tightly, "What magic weapon do you want? I will give it to you."
Xuanfeng curled his lips slightly annoyed, and said sullenly: "No need."
"The deity is willing to give it away, so you just go ahead. If you annoy the deity, you know the consequences."
""
Xuan Fengqian was silent.
She has never met such a domineering person as Leng Ye.
However, she did not refuse straight away, looking at the gloomy aura around him, she keenly sensed that there was something wrong with him today.
It seemed that everything was going on as usual, but the anger in his eyes was already surging.
"The deity is asking you, but you heard me?" Leng Ye's rough fingertips ran over her slightly parted lips, without a trace of tenderness, which seemed particularly rude.
"I heard."
Xuan Fengqian turned his head slightly, pointed at the saber at his waist, and whispered softly: "II want the Xuanyuan Demon Sword."
She didn't really want this Xuanyuan Demon Sword.
The sword's evil spirit was too strong, she couldn't hold it down.
The reason for saying this is mainly because she understands how important Xuanyuan Demon Sword is to Leng Ye.
A supreme warrior of the six realms like him has long been compatible with his divine weapon, and there is absolutely no reason to give it away.
She didn't dare to refuse him, so let him refuse her himself.
"You want the Xuanyuan Demon Sword?"
A sore spot flashed in the dark eyes of the cold night.
In his mind, the image of Xuanfeng Qian raising his sword and slashing him in his previous life once again appeared.
Although the wound has healed, he can still feel the bone-eating pain at this moment.
Xuan Fengqian didn't know what was going on in his heart, so he asked casually: "Is it not possible?"
"Except for the Xuanyuan Demon Sword, you can do whatever you want."
"forget about it."
Xuan Fengqian didn't want this cheap food at all, so he was able to politely refuse, but he felt a little relieved in his heart.
Leng Ye originally wanted to ask her about Di Jun's marriage, but was worried about hearing an answer he didn't want to hear from Xuan Fengqian.
After thinking about it again and again, he finally planned to make another effort, hoping to exchange his true feelings for her to change her mind.
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