Leng Ye was speechless, his face darkening.
"Your Majesty, you have seen her body, so you should take responsibility for her."
Seeing that Leng Ye remained unmoved, Wuya nervously flapped her glossy wings and flew to his shoulder, pleading in a coquettish voice, "Your Majesty, please marry me!"
"Noisy".
Leng Ye swept it aside and frowned impatiently.
"Ugh~ You hurt me." Wuya stared lustfully at the incomparably charming Leng Ye, drool dripping down his face. "Your Majesty, I'm craving you!"
"If you dare to say another word, I won't hesitate to castrate you on the spot."
Leng Ye's deep, resonant voice carried an undeniable air of authority, leaving even the spoiled and arrogant Wuya with no choice but to obey.
"Aww! Your Majesty, you've changed your mind!"
Wuya expertly pulled out a silk handkerchief from beneath his dark wings and began wiping away imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes without stopping.
Leng Ye's thoughts were clearly not on Wuya. Seeing Jingzhe rushing over, he asked casually, "Dead?"
Jingzhe shook her head and replied in a deep voice, "She's not dead. However, Princess Xiantian seems to have lost the will to live."
As he answered, he strode forward and respectfully presented the blood-stained handkerchief in his hand to Leng Ye, saying, "Demon Lord, please take a look."
"You dare to put such filthy things in front of me?"
Leng Ye glanced at the rumpled handkerchief with disgust, and suddenly the image of Xuan Fengqian being humiliated by a group of burly men flashed before his eyes.
He originally thought that tormenting Xuan Fengqian like this would help dispel some of the resentment in his heart.
But for some reason, when he saw the mottled dark red bloodstains on the handkerchief, he felt a tightness in his chest.
Seeing that Leng Ye was angry, Jingzhe hurriedly put the handkerchief into her sleeve, saying, "Your subordinate knows her mistake."
"You like her a lot?" Leng Ye asked in an agitated tone.
"In response to the Demon Lord, Jingzhe severed his emotional ties thousands of years ago, and it is absolutely impossible for him to fall in love with any woman in this life." Jingzhe did not understand what Leng Ye meant by asking this question, but he could sense that Leng Ye seemed dissatisfied with him.
"Is that so?"
Leng Ye casually flicked away the incense ash from Wuya's head, his voice laced with a hint of madness, "If you don't like it, why did you put the handkerchief stained with her blood into your sleeve?"
"..."
Jingzhe suddenly felt that the tattered handkerchief in her hand was like a hot potato.
It's clearly inappropriate to keep it in your hand.
But placing it in front of Leng Ye would be even more inappropriate.
After all, Leng Ye had said that he found it dirty.
After careful consideration, Jingzhe had no choice but to bite the bullet and softly ask Leng Ye, "I hope the Demon Lord will enlighten me on how I should deal with this Fang Yuan handkerchief?"
"Put it on the table."
Leng Ye's face darkened completely.
He didn't have any strange collecting habits, but when he saw Xuan Fengqian's handkerchief being tightly clutched by Jingzhe, he felt uneasy.
Perhaps it was because Xuan Fengqian and he had bowed to heaven and earth that he developed a strange possessiveness towards her.
"It seems that it's my damned possessiveness acting up again."
After much thought, Leng Ye finally found a plausible excuse for his unusual behavior.
But in Jingzhe's view, Lengye's feelings for Xuanfengqian were not simply a matter of possessiveness.
However, Jingzhe was currently struggling to survive and had no energy to worry about anything else. To defuse Leng Ye's dissatisfaction, he subtly changed the subject, "Demon Lord, has the 'Fleeting Beauty' curse on you been lifted?"
"Um."
Leng Ye responded indifferently, his anger, which he had just suppressed, now flared up again.
In fact, the gold hairpin that Xuan Fengqian used to scratch his cheek did not contain the poison "Fleeting Beauty".
That's just ordinary spirit-extinguishing powder, only good for dealing with low-level spirits.
Thinking of this, Leng Ye once again flew into a rage.
He suddenly got up and went to the Nine Nether Demon Prison to teach the audacious Xuanfeng Qian another lesson.
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