Xuan Fengqian held a flower hoe in his hand, absently turning over the large piece of red soil in front of the yard.
Qi Yuan looked at Xuan Fengqian whose face was getting more and more haggard, and her heart ached beyond measure, "Emperor Ji, how about going back to the house to rest for a while? The magic doctor said that the fetal heart rate is not stable, so it is not appropriate to move."
Jing Que also nodded heavily, and made a gesture to take the flower hoe in Xuan Fengqian's hand, and said respectfully: "Di Ji, you can leave these trivial matters to your subordinates, you should go back to the house and rest."
"Don't worry, I will never let the baby in my womb suffer any harm."
Xuanfeng's voice was as usual, with a faint smile on his face.
Jingzhe knew that Xuanfengqian must be feeling bad, but she didn't dare to tell her all about Leng Ye's plan. After hesitating for a while, she finally lowered her voice and whispered in her ear, "Diji, Sometimes seeing is not necessarily believing. Everything needs to be seen with heart.¡±
"Thank you."
Xuan Fengqian nodded slightly, and thanked him softly.
In fact, she actually understands everything.
When she was in Ziyou Palace just now, when she saw Zhimo's ripped skirts, her heart was really tight.
However, this does not mean that she doubts Guo Leng Ye's feelings for her.
It took only a moment for her to recover.
What really irritated her was the bloody smell around Leng Ye.
Although she didn't know what happened, she was certain that Leng Ye must have suffered extremely serious injuries.
Under the circumstances, if Leng Ye hastily blocked the God's Tribulation for her, the result can be imagined.
It is precisely because of this that Xuanfengqian is more determined to leave Jiuyou.
Not long ago, she made a special trip to the Sanqing Realm to find out the date of the Shangshen Tribulation.
Therefore, a yard of phoenix flowers was planted in front of Qingfeng Palace.
When the phoenix flower blooms, it is the time for her to leave Jiuyou.
"I haven't seen you for a few months, Sister Smelly is really getting fresher."
Di Jun waved his Hanhai folding fan lightly, and strolled over gracefully.
Seeing that Xuan Fengqian didn't pay attention to her, he reluctantly approached her and snatched the flower hoe from her hand, "What did the stinky sister plant? Why don't I come to help you."
"The cold night asked you to come?"
Xuanfeng's voice turned cold, and he snatched the flower hoe in Dijun's hand in displeasure, and said in a bad tone: "You are not welcome in Qingfeng Palace, so go back and forth wherever you go."
Di Jun touched his nose and smiled embarrassingly, "Smelly sister, are you really so unreasonable?"
"Jing Zhe, please tell Leng Ye for me. If he doesn't come to me within a stick of incense, he can decide on his own." Xuan Fengqian completely ignored Di Jun who was closely following her, and turned to look at him. Awakened Jing Zhe who stood silently by the side.
"yes."
Jing Zhe saw that Xuanfeng was agitated, and didn't dare to delay any longer, and rushed to the Soul Eater Hall to report to Leng Ye in the blink of an eye.
"My good sister is not in a good mood? No, I will take you to the demon world for two days."
"Not interested in."
"Then How about I help you dig the land? You have thin arms and legs, and it will take a lot of effort to do these rough jobs."
Xuanfeng snorted contemptuously, "It really compares to strength, you are definitely not my opponent."
Di Jun only thought Xuan Fengqian was joking, and said dotingly: "You are right, I am indeed not your opponent."
"Don't believe me? Try arm wrestling?"
"Don't cry if you lose."
Di Jun looked at her slender arms, and swallowed slightly awkwardly.
He didn't really want to compete with her, he just wanted to hold her hand, that's all.
Xuan Fengqian didn't know what Dijun was thinking at the moment, so he stretched out his hand, "Come."
"Don't be afraid, I will let you"
As Di Jun said, he just stretched out his hand, and before he could react, he realized that Xuan Fengqian's hand was not as strong as usual.
At this moment, he repeatedly retracted the words that were about to blurt out, mustered all his strength, and wanted to pull back.
Realizing that his strength was less than half of Xuanfengqian's, he gritted his teeth unwillingly, and used both hands in a playful manner.
Xuanfeng looked at his hand that was red from his grasp, and didn't want to waste any more, so he exerted a lot of force, and with a "click", he broke Dijun's hand abruptly and dislocated it.
"Smelly sisteryou!"
Di Jun grinned his teeth in pain, and looked at the expressionless Xuan Fengqian in disbelief.
Xuan Fengqian?It doesn¡¯t matter whether it¡¯s a phoenix or a phoenix, in this huge world, it¡¯s just a drop in the ocean, where does the distinction of high and low come from. "
"People are born with three, six, and nine grades. With your willow appearance, how can you be worthy of the Demon Lord?"
"Did the girl look in the mirror before she said this? If there are really three, six, or nine grades, the girl is afraid that she is not worthy of the demon king. Besides, the parents who suffer from body, hair, skin, and skin, what right do others have to treat me?" Nodding on his appearance?"
"you!"
Originally, Qingwu thought that Zhimo was just a soft persimmon that could be kneaded at will.
Unexpectedly, Zhimo stunned her speechless with the opening of her mouth.
"Girl, as a human being, you must be kind."
Childish skills are mediocre and her aptitude is mediocre, but her vision of seeing people is extremely vicious.
From the first time she saw Qingwu, she knew that this person was up to no good.
Qing Wu was so choked by her that she couldn't breathe. If she hadn't been a useless person at the moment, she might have rushed forward and tore off that hypocritical face of Zhi Mo.
After a while, after she had recovered her mind, she calmly said to Zhimo: "Do you want to know who the biological father of the evil seed in your arms is?"
"What do you mean?"
"The biological father of the evil seed in your arms is not the Demon Lord, but the Fallen Demon."
"No, it's impossible."
Zhimo shook her head crazily, feeling extremely agitated.
No matter how others attack her, she can bear it, but she can't bear her child born in October being called a "evil species".
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