Chapter 185 How about calling you dad?
Ye Qingyu did not dodge at all and closed her eyes quietly. However, the sound of the slap rang out crisply, but her cheek did not feel the expected pain.
It turned out that Qing Yi was quick-witted and had extended his hand to block the blow. The Northwest King's palm landed firmly on the back of Qing Yi's hand, making a dull "slap" sound.
Ye Qingyu slowly opened her eyes and when she looked at Qingyi again, she saw that the back of his originally white hand had instantly turned red.
"Qing Yi!" Ye Qingyu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly reached out to pull Qing Yi's red hand, his eyes full of heartache.
"It's okay!" Qing Yi's lips curled up slightly, revealing a soothing smile. With his skills, he could have easily dodged the Northwest King's slap, but he chose to take it.
Qing Yi secretly sighed in his heart: This is the King of the Northwest who wants to beat Xiao Ye, forget it, just this once, I will just bear it for Xiao Ye.
"Chu Lang, how dare you hit my disciple!" Seeing this, the Demon Lord stood up again and glared at him angrily.
"..." The King of the Northwest remained silent. He had simply lost control of himself, and in a rage that had seized him, he had swung his palm to strike his own son. But when he saw the back of Qing Yi's red hand, a wave of regret welled up in him. If that slap had actually landed on Qing Yu's face, he would have been heartbroken. Fortunately, the boy had been quick to block it.
"Father, a few days ago in the capital, I abandoned my uncle's idea of ​​arranging a marriage, and I have been ordered to carry out the matter. Once it is settled, I will explain my affairs with Qing Yi to my uncle. If you, Father, are worried that my actions will bring disgrace upon the royal family, I will leave the court, abandon my royal status, and join him in the martial arts world." Ye Qingyu spoke calmly, shocking everyone. The young prince was willing to abandon his noble royal status for Qing Yi.
"Qingyu, are you even giving up being your father for him?" The King of the Northwest looked at his own son in disbelief. He didn't expect that he would be so stubborn that he would even give up his status as a noble family for Qingyi.
"Father, please help us. If you can accommodate Qingyi, I will always be by your side and be filial to you." Ye Qingyu looked sincere and put forward his conditions.
"Qingyu, your father has already given in. If you insist on being together, that's fine, but you must marry and have children. This is your father's final concession."
"Father, you have seen it too. Let alone marrying a wife and having children, look at him having a maid. Can he tolerate it?" Ye Qingyu had a helpless smile on his face, and that smile hid his deep affection for Qingyi.
"So, you are so cruel that you abandon your father who raised you for this brat? Are you an unfilial son?" The King of the Northwest asked sternly.
"Father, as long as you agree that we can be together, Qingyi will certainly be as filial to you as I am."
"Yes, King of the Northwest, how about I call you 'Dad' too?" Qing Yi on the side raised the corner of his mouth, with a bit of cunning, and continued the conversation.
Everyone was listening to the argument between the King of the Northwest and his son, and didn't know how to mediate. Then Qing Yi said this, which immediately made everyone present laugh. How could this kid be so shameless?
Of course, these people did not include the King of the Northwest. He was disgusted and cursed angrily: "Bah, I can't give birth to a son like you!"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with me? I'm handsome, elegant, and have great martial arts skills. I was born in the Demon Sect, and my master is a supreme figure in the world, the famous Demon Lord, who is well-known and everyone knows him! My master is the head of the Demon Sect, the largest sect in the Western Regions, and he is very majestic. After all, the only flaw in me is that I don't have parents who love me. If you feel that you lack a son and are worried that Xiaoye will not support you in the future, then I will put aside our past grudges and willingly take care of you in your old age and until the end of your life. What do you think?" Qing Yi squinted his slender eyes, with a mischievous smile on his lips, and said seriously but full of sarcasm.
The originally subdued and oppressive atmosphere suddenly changed as Qing Yi spoke. Those with a low sense of humor, such as Qingqing, had already covered their mouths tightly with their hands, fearing that if they laughed out loud, they would lose their composure and displease the prince, leading to punishment.
The others also tried to suppress their laughter, finding it incredibly amusing. They'd seen cheeky people before, but never one so humorous and cheeky. Even the usually serious Martial Saint couldn't help but think Qing Yi was truly fascinating! They all understood why even a child of such a privileged family like the young prince was so drawn to him. He was truly extraordinary!
"You, you are talking nonsense!" The King of the Northwest couldn't argue with Qing Yi, and he couldn't take action in this situation.
"My disciple is not talking nonsense. I am the supreme ruler of the martial arts world. In the martial arts world, I am the Demon Lord who is famous, feared by all, and number one in the world of martial arts! What? You little ungrateful bastard, do you have any objection to me?" The Demon Lord was immediately cheered up when he heard his disciple praising him like this. He straightened his back and gave the King of the Northwest a new nickname. He said with a proud look on his face.
"Old devil, you are already so old, you should be careful with your words." Wu Sheng looked helpless, shook his head slightly, and reminded him.
How could the dignified King of the Northwest, with an incomparably noble status, be called a "little ungrateful wolf"? With so many eyes watching, how could this be disgraceful?
"Master, you are my dearest master! Think about it, if the King of the Northwest looks down on me, wouldn't that mean he looks down on our Demon Sect, my master, and even more so, you, a renowned figure in the martial arts world?" Qing Yi knew that his master was a fence-sitter, siding with whichever side of the wind blew the strongest. Now that the wind was blowing in his favor, he had to work harder to make it blow even harder.
"Well, Chu Lang, is it because you look down on me that you don't agree with them being together?" The Demon Lord asked angrily.
"..." The King of the Northwest was stunned by this sudden question, not knowing how to respond. He secretly thought: What's going on with this Demon Lord? His train of thought is so strange, how can he keep changing his mind?
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