"Wow!" Quanjian exclaimed, then quickly covered her mouth, afraid of making too much noise, trying to minimize her presence. She noticed that the two people on the rooftop didn't even look at her, ignoring her. She then turned to Jiang Si and said, "Jiang Jiang, your Yanliu is way too wild!"

Jiang Si knew that her little Yanliu hadn't actually slept with Cangying; the idea of ​​lying with him was just to tease him. So she wasn't surprised when she said those words.

Quanjian screamed exaggeratedly, commenting on Yanliu's wildness. She deliberately gave him a cold look and replied, "Your Majesty, I really didn't expect your High Priest to be such a scumbag, sleeping with someone and then denying it!"

Quanjian quickly waved his hands and explained, "No, no, no, my High Priest is very devoted and loyal. He's not a scumbag. There must be a misunderstanding. There must be a misunderstanding. Let's take another look, let's take another look."

What is the High Priest doing? Look at Yan Liu's slightly curly green hair, her curvaceous figure, her devilish body, her powerful plant-based spiritual power, her strong physical strength, her ambition—she's top-notch in every way. How could the High Priest be such a scumbag, sleeping with her and then denying everything?

Agares took out a chair and a table from his spatial storage, and with swift, decisive movements, set out tea.

Seeing this, Jiang Si sat down in a chair and said to Quan Jian, "Don't be shy, sit down!"

Quanjian: "..."

She's so worried!

His high priest hasn't said a word yet!

I'm not in the mood to sit, drink tea, or eat melon seeds.

This is really going to be the death of a dog.

Instead of sitting in the spring, Agares sat next to Jiang Si, reached out and picked up some melon seeds, and began to peel them.

Quanjian: "!!!!"

Isn't that excessive?

They weren't worried at all about their family's Yanliu being taken advantage of by their high priest and then being irresponsible.

Are they from the Yanliu family?

This is way too detached!

"I'm sorry!" Cangying finally moved and spoke. He took two steps back, lifted his robe, knelt on one knee in front of Yanliu, straightened his back, raised his head, and held up the tough, sharp dragon whip in his hand, which had a hole in the middle.

Quanjian was thrilled and silently jumped up and down. Her high priest had proposed! Proposed! Proposed! Mother, she could eat at the feast!

However, Quanjian's joy lasted less than three seconds before he heard Cangying's voice, devoid of any emotion and as cold as ice, say: "I'm sorry, Lord Yanliu, I don't remember what happened yesterday, but I did wake up this morning to find myself in the same bed with you."

"It would be a moral failing for me to share a bed with you, but I cannot marry you. You are not my destined one. I cannot go against my nature and my heart to marry someone who is not my destiny."

"However, because of my moral failings, you have lost your innocence, suffered injustice, and harbored resentment. This is my weapon, the Azure Dragon Whip. You may use my weapon to pierce my chest and vent your anger and fury."

Quanjian: "!!!!"

Ahhh, I'm really asleep, I'm really asleep.

Good heavens, the High Priest really did sleep with Yanliu.

Wait a minute, they've already slept together, why can't he marry her? Why is he so fixated on his destined one?

His destined one is the hunter, the hunter.

Good heavens, has he fallen in love with hunting?

Pshaw, he has an official partner and a fiancée. He has no idea about his one-sided love interest!

Jiang Si took the peeled melon seeds from Agares's hand, raising her eyebrows as she silently communicated with him. Her family's Yan Liu was indeed no ordinary person, teasing such a stubborn, old-fashioned person!

Agares replied that he was a very principled and stubborn person who would risk his life for his choices and convictions.

Jiang Si pursed her lips as she ate the melon seeds, thinking to herself with a hint of anger that Yan Liu was just teasing him. If Yan Liu were really serious, with her dedication to her career and her thousands of years of life experience, she would still pick a melon for him to eat even if it wasn't sweet.

Now, Yanliu is just playing around, wanting to use her as a tool to build a better world together. She doesn't want him to be so fixated on hunting and destroying, hunting for marriage partners. She wants him to be more open-minded and realize that things like destiny and the idea that only one person is destined for you are all nonsense.

The example of the supposedly destined little chick, Jiufeng, is a case in point. He hatched his own egg, so what good is it? In the end, he still had to run away and fall in love with someone else.

Yan Liu reached out and grabbed the dragon whip, snatched it from his hand, and pointed it at his chest, at the wound on his chest, the very spot where the hunter had injured him. Looking down at him, she said, "Little wolf cub, I never knew you were so devoted. Tell your sister who your destined one is, and I'll kill him and solve the problem, won't I?"

Quanjian: "!!!!"

Holy crap, no way, really?

If Yanliu and Hunting were to fight, it would be hard to tell who would win.

What does it mean to feel inexplicably expectant?

Ginger shreds: "!!!!"

Well done, as expected of you, Little Willow.

She also wanted to know who would win in a fight between her companion and her knife.

How about we find the largest stadium in the empire, buy tickets to enter the stadium, and then do an exclusive live broadcast, let the two of them fight, and make a fortune?

Agares shelled sunflower seeds, peanuts, and other nuts, as if the people and things opposite him had nothing to do with him; he was a detached, otherworldly figure.

Cangying's dark, golden eyes deepened. He reached out and grasped the dragon whip pressed against Cangying's chest. He wrapped the whip with his spiritual power and with a forceful thrust, Cangying's weapon, the Azure Dragon Whip, pierced through Cangying's clothes, his skin, and into his chest.

Yan Liu narrowed her eyes, gripped the Azure Dragon Whip, and said with a sarcastic smile, "Little dragon brat, I think you haven't found your destined one yet, otherwise you wouldn't be dragging me around and sleeping with me."

"Since you can't find your destined one, I don't mind if you keep thinking about something impossible. So, marrying me would be good for both of us, wouldn't it?"

Blood flowed from Cangying's chest, soaking his clothes. The red inner garment appeared even redder, and the black outer robe appeared even blacker. "My affair with you has nothing to do with others. If you feel that stabbing me in the chest does not quell your hatred and anger, you can kill me."

Yan Liu cursed his ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart. That little dragon brat must be a complete idiot. Did his head really get hit by a cannon?

His destined person is the hunter. What is the hunter?

It's a knife. For this knife to have human emotions and care about Jiang Dandan is already a miracle, like a rare occurrence.

He was still thinking about him. Anyone who let the Hunter know that his destined one was the Hunter meant that his dragon life was coming to an end and he was about to die.

She was trying to save him, but he was still deluded, thinking she really wanted to marry him. She's not out of her mind; she just wants to make money and have a free tool.

Yan Liu exhaled a deep breath, gripped the Azure Dragon Whip in her hand, and with a forceful thrust, pierced through his chest, coldly sneering, "Little dragon brat, does it hurt?"