The sudden pain greatly invigorated Xuan Fengqian.
She instinctively covered the inch-long gash on her cheek, but crimson blood continued to gush out from between her fingers.
Before she could even worry about whether her appearance would be ruined, Leng Ye's "powerful" nine-section demon whip struck her once again.
"Demon Lord, show mercy!"
This time, Xuan Fengqian was on guard.
However, she did not choose to dodge, but instead firmly gripped the nine-section demonic whip that was emitting a bloodthirsty ghostly light.
"Are you really Xuan Fengqian?"
Leng Ye narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the composed woman before him, and a sense of unease crept in.
He keenly sensed that overnight, Xuan Fengqian's personality had undergone a complete transformation.
She is now aloof and dignified, with impeccable manners, a stark contrast to her former recklessness and irrationality.
Could it be that she's been feigning madness all these years?
But what was her purpose in doing this?
She was the youngest daughter of Emperor Baidi Xuanxiao, and no one in the Nine Heavens dared to touch her.
If that's the case, why should she hide her brilliance, cause trouble all day long, and do things that are annoying to others?
Xuanfeng knew that the arrogant and wicked Leng Ye would never believe that she had actually transmigrated from a book, so she simply kept quiet about it.
After calming her disordered breathing slightly, she opened her mouth slightly and said calmly, "In the Demon Lord's eyes, my life is as insignificant as a blade of grass. My name is completely unimportant, isn't it?"
"interesting."
Leng Ye narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, quite satisfied with her answer.
"Demon Lord, I was ignorant and offended you in the past. I hope you will forgive me. Now that you have ruined my appearance, let the past grievances fade away with the wind, shall we?"
"How could you follow the wind? Do you know that you caused Qian Ning to lose all her immortal power?"
Upon hearing this, Xuan Fengqian felt a headache coming on.
She was so focused on resolving the past entanglements between herself and Leng Ye that she completely forgot about her troublesome older sister.
"Otherwise, I'll set off for the Three Pure Realms right now to ask for medicine for my sister?"
"Why would my woman need medicine from some old immortal in the Three Pure Realms?"
"Then what do you want? Don't you want your sister to get better soon?"
Xuan Fengqian frowned slightly. She had thought that Leng Ye cared most about Xuan Qianning's health.
Unexpectedly, he didn't seem to like Xuan Qianning as much as the rumors suggested.
Leng Ye clearly didn't want to mention Xuan Qianning anymore. He lazily withdrew the Nine Nether Demon Whip, which was stained with Xuan Fengqian's blood, and suddenly moved closer to her, raising his hand to gently touch the inch-long bloody gash on her face.
"Does it hurt?"
"He won't die."
Xuan Fengqian originally wanted to give a proper reply.
But she harbored some resentment; having her appearance ruined for no reason, she naturally couldn't easily let it go.
"You dare to hold a grudge against me? Have you lost your mind?"
"I wouldn't dare."
Xuan Fengqian dodged Leng Ye's outstretched hand and answered indifferently.
Leng Ye was slightly annoyed after being rebuffed. "Xuan Fengqian, listen to me carefully. From now on, you will depend on me for survival. If you want to live well, you must do everything in your power to please me, understand?"
"Does the Demon Lord intend for me to serve him with my beauty?"
Xuan Fengqian curled her lips slightly, pointing self-deprecatingly to the still-dry bloodstains on her face, her breath sweet as orchids, "If the Demon Lord doesn't find me ugly, I should be grateful."
Leng Ye scoffed at this, his wicked voice filled with arrogance and disdain, "You're not worthy."
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