Yue Qingling didn't go over; he simply asked a question.
"Leng Feiran, can we have a proper talk?"
"Get out...you lowly thing, I never want to see you again, get out!"
Leng Feiran cried and cursed at the same time.
Yue Qingling shook her head and sneered, "Truly hopeless."
He opened the door and stepped out.
"Wow!!……"
Leng Feiran sat down on the ground, like a little girl who had lost her favorite toy, and burst into tears.
Yue Qingling got a headache listening to this, so he had no choice but to turn back.
He approached Leng Feiran, suppressing his irritation, and said, "Alright, alright, you cry when I don't listen to you? Are you still the Empress of the Demonic Sect?"
"I can't hold onto you, I can't control you, and you don't love me... What else can I do but cry? Ah... Waaah..."
Leng Feiran threw a tantrum on the ground, tears streaming down her face.
"Can't we be normal? Can't we love each other in a normal way?"
Do we really have to determine who's superior and who's inferior?
Yue Qingling was speechless.
"Waaaah, so we can still be loving towards each other, right?"
Yue Qingling: "If we talk things out properly, that's fine."
Leng Feiran immediately fell silent. She reached out her hand and said, "Then help me up."
Yue Qingling sighed and pulled her up.
Leng Feiran brushed the dirt off her skirt, her pretty face still wet with tears, and sat on the bed, saying with a resentful look, "You didn't come here to separate from me, did you?"
Yue Qingling said with a wry smile, "When did I say I was going to separate the family?"
"Then why do you hide in the Southern Continent and not come back, getting along so well with those little fairies there, forgetting the old ones once you have a new one?"
"Alas, our lives as women are so bitter."
Leng Feiran said sourly.
The Empress of Dongzhou said she had a miserable life.
She really...
"With you like this, even a dog wouldn't want to come back!" Yue Qingling couldn't help but complain.
Leng Feiran immediately said, "No swearing!"
She felt a little relieved afterward and couldn't help but laugh, saying, "Why didn't you say so earlier? You made me cry for nothing."
Yue Qingling felt that she was mentally ill, with unpredictable mood swings, making normal communication impossible.
He could only say, "From now on, as long as you respect me, I can work things out with you. But remember, you can't scheme against me!"
Leng Feiran said with a wronged expression, "But without the Chan Nu Immortal Technique, I can't improve my cultivation..."
"You are not allowed to mention this evil practice again!"
Yue Qingling said irritably.
Okay~
Leng Feiran helplessly shrugged.
She cried and made a scene, but in the end, she found it was all in vain.
Then we had no choice but to accept Yue Qingling's suggestion.
The Demonic Empress is the most adaptable.
Moreover, so far, everything is still within her calculations.
Just as a monk may practice asceticism for decades but still not become a Buddha, a butcher can become a Buddha instantly simply by putting down his knife.
If she hadn't caused this scene, Yue Qingling might have really left with someone else.
Leng Feiran understands human nature too well.
Yue Qingling then released Huang Xinning and Lin Qingyu.
As soon as the two women came out, they immediately hugged Yue Qingling and burst into tears.
Lin Qingyu was a little better off; she knew from the beginning that Yue Qingling was not dead.
Huang Xinning was heartbroken at the time.
She held Yue Qingling tightly, unable to hold back her tears, stroking the back of his head like petting a cat, and sobbing as she lamented, "My husband... my husband..."
"He's not dead, why are you wailing here?"
Leng Feiran said in an annoyed tone.
Huang Xinning retorted, her voice trembling with sobs: "I don't know who it is, who's been acting crazy for so long, their hair has turned white from worry."
Seeing that the two were about to start fighting, Yue Qingling quickly said, "Alright, alright, past grievances can't be explained now. Let's argue when we have another chance."
He looked at Lin Qingyu, who gave him a slight smile.
Yue Qingling couldn't help but tighten her grip on Lin Qingyu's hand. The two looked at each other silently, everything understood without a word.
The couple, who had gone through thick and thin together, finally found happiness.
"My husband, I have already reached the Taiyi Realm of Heavenly Cultivation, and I will assist you!"
Lin Qingyu's longing for him was no less than that of any other woman, but she couldn't express the thousands of words she wanted to say, and in the end, it all came down to this one sentence.
She enjoyed working with Yue Qingling and facing any danger together.
This is true friendship plus love!
Yue Qingling didn't say much, he just nodded gently.
"Alright, alright, you weren't happy when I asked you to go into the picture of beauties, and now you're starting to act coy."
Seeing how good he was to these two women, Leng Feiran couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.
She didn't stop her, but simply said, "Zhu Yu is still fasting and chanting Buddhist scriptures. Do you want to go see her?"
The image of the 1.8-meter-tall Empress of the Dragon Saint Kingdom appeared in Yue Qingling's mind.
He paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "Fine, I'll go and end it all too."
He had once acted as an accomplice to the tyrant, helping Leng Feiran usurp Long Zhuyu's throne. In the end, he felt somewhat guilty.
He didn't have much affection for her.
After all, when he and Long Zhuyu first got together, he didn't even know what she looked like.
However, he still felt a little proud that Long Zhuyu had become a monk.
What man wouldn't be moved if he knew a woman would become a nun for his sake?
"Ning'er, Qingyu, come with me."
Yue Qingling said softly.
He wanted to have a good talk with the two virtuous couple.
Huang Xinning readily agreed, but Lin Qingyu suppressed her longing and said with a smile, "Husband, why don't you talk to Aunt Huang? She needs your guidance more. I'll just wait for you here."
Lin Qingyu knew Yue Qingling's feelings, so she wasn't in a hurry.
Instead, she hoped that Yue Qingling could comfort Huang Xinning.
Aunt Huang has really suffered too much.
Yue Qingling didn't say much. He knew Qingyu's character; she always liked to consider others.
He then left with a grateful Huang Xinning.
Only Leng Feiran and Lin Qingyu remained in the room.
Lin Qingyu stood at the door, watching Yue Qingling's departing figure. She just stood there.
She wore a light blue long dress, her slender waist cinched with a bright green belt.
At that moment, her slender waist was encircled by two small hands.
Lin Qingyu trembled, and she lowered her head and said softly, "Your Majesty, my husband is back. Please stop fooling around."
"Hey, Qingyu, with so many women in the future, we're probably going to be locked up in the cold palace."
"Then, your sister will have to comfort her."
Leng Feiran pressed her pretty face against Lin Qingyu's back and said playfully.
"Your Majesty..." Lin Qingyu called out with a complicated expression.
"How about... you plead with him for me? Even if we say we'll serve him together from now on, then we'll both be favored."
Leng Feiran seduced her.
Lin Qingyu bit her thin lips, unsure how to answer.
She was also a little worried that Yue Qingling wouldn't dote on her.
Should we cooperate with Leng Feiran?
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Leng Feiran used both hands to lift Lin Qingyu into the bedroom.
"Let's discuss how to coordinate our efforts tonight!"
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