Chapter 31 The Tyrant Looks Like a Villain

It was clearly a gathering of three people, but the girl was cut off from the group and felt like she was redundant.

Although at this moment Ye Du raised his hand and touched her head, and said softly to comfort her: "Qianqian, don't be afraid."

She still felt insecure, her eyes fixed on the graceful Emperor Jing sitting opposite her.

Jun Lin tilted his head slightly, and for some reason he looked a little more sylvanian. She was too beautiful. Even without any makeup, her lips were always a bright scarlet. Her eyes were narrow and her skin was fair. Every move she made was full of alluring arrogance.

She is like a cold plum blossom in the snow, or a seductive mountain demon. With her noble and aloof temperament, it seems that everyone in the world is outshined by her.

"Hmm? Not coming over?"

She was in a state of confusion: "I'll count to three. If you don't come over, don't blame me for cleaning the door."

The arrogance in his tone makes people's teeth itch.

Tang Qianqian summoned up her courage and shouted, "If you dare to mess around, the entire Yujian Villa will not let you go!"

She has the confidence, the ancient and powerful Yujian Villa is all her support.

But Emperor Jing still ignored her and just looked at the silent man.

No matter what your previous identity was, since you are alone in the harem, you are not allowed to provoke others.

Do you think the head of a country is an easy target?

Impossible.

Not to mention Jun Lin. She is the king and will not allow anyone to trample on her dignity and bring shame to her.

Cuckold?

If he dares, she will break his legs today.

Ye Du finally frowned. He was the prince of Ze Kingdom, and the dignity of the royal family was there. How could he allow a tyrant to provoke him at will?

The two men confronted each other, murderous intent was evident.

"one."

Her voice is neutral, mixed with some feminine softness, but without losing the masculine heroism.

The wind blows through the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the yard, and the fragrance fills the air.

Tang Qianqian suddenly didn't dare to say anything, as if the two were too many people above her. It was a confrontation between people of different levels and she had no power to intervene.

But she was unwilling to accept it. What was wrong with her status as the eldest daughter of Yujian Villa? Everyone in the world should respect her a little bit, right?

So she gritted her teeth and said, "Brother Du, ignore her. Let's go."

Ye Du was being held by her, his eyes glanced at Jun Lin, he took a step forward and turned around cooperatively.

"two."

The emperor in a black robe with red edges was calm and composed, and a sound slowly escaped from his lips.

The feeling of oppression suddenly increased, forcing Tang Qianqian to pause. She gritted her teeth in anger and immediately walked away.

Ye Du just let her pull him, as if this indifferent and cold man had an unusually good temper.

Not a good match.

No matter how you look at it, they don't match.

Ye Du's elegant and noble demeanor and Tang Qianqian's coquettish and domineering nature do not match at all.

Rather than saying they are not a good match, it would be more accurate to say that someone like Ye Du is not someone Tang Qianqian can control.

She curled her lips: "Three."

Ye Du quickly pushed Tang Qianqian away almost the moment she finished speaking.

Tang Qianqian only saw the man's fluttering long sleeves, and she fell to the ground unexpectedly. She was in so much pain that her eyes were blurred with tears. She complained aloud at the first sign of trouble: "Brother Du..."

Before he could finish his words, he covered his mouth in fear and trembled all over.

The Emperor of Dajing grinned wildly, and she crossed the distance of several meters in an instant. Her slender and powerful five fingers did not give anyone a chance to react, and she had already strangled the man's slender neck.

Ye Du's eyes suddenly darkened, and just when he was about to break free, he couldn't control his feet and was forced to retreat continuously, and she grabbed his neck and pushed him back.

She had a lithe figure and excellent martial arts skills. She advanced swiftly, step by step, through the flower forest. With a "bang", the man's back slammed heavily against the vermilion wall. From the center of the yard to the edge of the yard, in just a moment, he was completely immobilized by her pressure.

The goose-yellow osmanthus petals fell, the petals were charming, and the two people were covered with fragrance.

The black hair, thin shoulders and small flowers, her lips leaned against the man's ear, and a cold voice slowly rang out: "Don't listen to me."

Murderous aura appeared.

"It's punishable."

Tang Qianqian stared blankly, unable to believe that such a strong man like Ye Du would be crushed by someone.

The man's facial expression was dark with displeasure. He lowered his eyes to look at the thin emperor and said in a hoarse voice, "You are too arrogant."

Jun Lin, who is 1.7 meters tall, showed the aura of a 7.1 meter tall in front of Ye Du, who is more than 1.8 meters tall.

mad?

Why not crazy?

Even if Jun Lin put aside her identity as Emperor Jing, she still had the capital to be arrogant just based on her unparalleled martial power.

After all, this is a world where the strong prey on the weak and the strong are respected.

She said coldly: "Is it because I have been so approachable in the past five years that you are so bold and arrogant?"

Approachable?

No, a controlled tyrant is simply a mindless idiot who only cares about pleasure.

That appearance indeed confused many people, as no one knew that her martial arts were so profound and terrifying.

Ye Du moved, his brows showing defiantness, and he pressed down her arms fiercely with both hands, with such force that it seemed as if he could crush her bones.

Her lower body and calves also started to move. The fierce and powerful counterattack made Jun Lin raise his eyebrows slightly. She clenched her fists and waved them vigorously. Ye Du broke free and leaned back to barely avoid the attack.

The fist brushed past his nose. The man narrowed his eyes, turned around and no longer was polite, and fought Jun Lin with overwhelming force.

They were unarmed, with their sleeves fluttering, and during the fight, the violent air currents that almost condensed into white mist made the osmanthus flowers fall to the ground.

Tang Qianqian curled her five fingers together and clenched her fist unwillingly.

Jun Lin's relaxed expression was reflected in his almond-shaped eyes.

She hated him so much. She hated that this man stole her husband. She hated that this man was so strong that she couldn't do anything to hurt her.

If Jun Lin knew what she was thinking, he would probably laugh for a long time.

You are telling this to the head of a country?

Talking about rules with someone who has supreme power?

What a joke.

Tang Qianqian herself relied on her status as the eldest daughter of Yujian Villa to force others to do many immoral things. How could she be so hypocritical now?

Jun Lin originally thought that if she had a nice attitude, he would let Ye Du go after the matter was over, but now she has changed her mind.

Nasty and playful.

If you want it, then try to take it from me.

If you don't have the ability, then just shut up and don't speak.

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Hiss, why does it feel like Jun Lin is written as a villain in this chapter? But this is a heroine with full martial arts value, how can she not be cool! What's wrong with pretending a little! I won't be bullied, long live strong women! (shout loudly)