"You scumbag!"
Xuan Fengqian murmured softly, her hands, hidden in her wide sleeves, scissors-like, making a series of frantic "snip-snip" cuts in the air.
One day, she will castrate him, then kill him, then castrate him again, and then kill him again!
"What did you say?"
Leng Ye paused slightly, then suddenly turned around, grabbed Xuan Fengqian's dark hair that cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and stared at her with an unfriendly expression.
"nothing."
Xuanfeng gently pursed her thin, red lips, daring not to say another word.
Leng Ye glanced indifferently at Xuan Feng's thin lips, then suddenly felt an urge to lean in and taste their fragrance...
But for some reason, just as he was about to approach her, the absurd words that Xuan Fengqian thought he was dirty and unclean inexplicably popped into his mind.
...
After a moment of stunned silence, Leng Ye angrily released her.
He repeatedly wiped his lips as he angrily charged out of the Soul Devouring Hall.
"With such a bad temper, aren't you afraid of aging quickly..."
Xuanfeng rubbed his scalp, which was sore from being pulled, and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
She originally thought that Leng Ye was inherently ruthless and cruel, only capable of fighting and killing, and completely ignorant of what gentleness was.
Unexpectedly, he only revealed his true colors when he hit, humiliated, or molested her.
When facing Xuan Qianning, he displayed a completely different demeanor, his every gesture exuding gentleness and tenderness...
Thinking of this, Xuan Fengqian gave a self-deprecating smile.
In Leng Ye's eyes, a woman as ruthless as her was simply unworthy of his gentleness.
However, for Yu Xuanfengqian, the fierce and violent Leng Ye was also not worthy of her attention.
"Princess, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."
As Leng Ye walked away, Wan Xia glared fiercely at Xuan Feng Qian with her slightly harsh, three-white eyes.
"Say what you want to say." Xuan Qianning gently wiped the dried blood from her palm, her voice soft and melodious.
"Some people are not worth your heartfelt devotion. You treat her like a sister, but she secretly seduces the Demon Lord behind your back. With her flirtatious and wanton manner, anyone with eyes can tell that she is a shameless bitch."
"Wanxia, don't talk nonsense. I am from the same lineage as Qianqian, and it is only right and wrong for me to help her."
Xuan Qianning held up her beautiful face and smiled shyly.
Xuan Fengqian crossed her arms and coldly looked at Xuan Qianning, who was used to acting. She said indifferently, "Why is my sister so fickle? First, she told Wanxia to speak her mind, and after Wanxia insulted me to the point of being worthless, she pretended to scold her."
"I have never offended you, so why are you always so aggressive?" Xuan Qian asked, her eyes filled with tears, her voice calm, still appearing as delicate and easily bullied as ever.
"Aren't you tired of acting all the time?"
“Princess Xiantian, please know your place. The Demon Lord said that until the Princess recovers, you must serve her wholeheartedly. If the Princess gets hurt, your sin will be great.” Wanxia, with her head held high and nostrils flaring, berated Xuanfeng Qian.
Xuan Fengqian didn't back down an inch. She strode forward, gripping Wanxia's chin tightly with one hand, and said in a clear and forceful voice, "You should also know your place. The Demon Lord asked me to take care of my sister, but not you. If you dare to speak disrespectfully again, I'll tear your mouth apart."
"you..."
A flicker of fear flashed in Wanxia's eyes, and the foul language that was about to spill out was forcibly swallowed back by Xuanfeng Qianxi's sharp gaze.
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