"Shouldn't I be angry?"
Leng Ye's face was dark, and his aura grew increasingly cold.
Wuya swallowed hard, gently spreading his wings to help Leng Ye catch his breath. "Your Majesty, A Qian is weak and can't withstand any hardship. Please don't lay a hand on her."
Leng Ye was just looking for a way to vent his anger, so he gritted his teeth and said, "No matter how weak you are, you still have to carry this for me."
I wouldn't go so far as to lay a hand on her.
But if she insists on marrying Dijun, she shouldn't blame him for disregarding her wishes and forcing himself on her.
Meanwhile, in Qingfeng Palace, Xuanfeng Qian was locked in her boudoir, oblivious to everything outside, and concentrating intently on forging iron.
Ever since she witnessed the Nine-Section Demon Whip acting coquettishly towards Leng Ye, she has been determined to find herself a decent weapon.
However, all divine weapons in the world have owners. Finding a divine weapon that is satisfactory and has not yet claimed a master is by no means easy.
Left with no other choice, she had to settle for second best and borrowed the Samadhi True Fire from Laozi, intending to forge this fine black iron into an indestructible divine weapon.
Tap tap tap tap—
Xuanfeng was full of energy, and he frantically smashed the black iron on the chopping board with the iron hammer in his hand.
At the same time, Leng Ye kicked open the door of Qingfeng Palace and walked straight towards Xuanfeng Qian's boudoir.
Seeing this, Qi Yuan took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and stood directly in front of Leng Ye.
"Demon Lord, the Princess is still resting. Please wait a moment in the front hall."
Seeing that his expression was not quite right, she raised her voice, hoping that Xuan Fengqian would hear the commotion and slip out the window to find a safe place to hide for half a day.
However, Xuan Fengqian couldn't hear any noise outside the house.
After working on iron for several hours in a row, my arms felt like they were useless, and they were incredibly sore.
All she could hear was the clanging of metal.
"roll."
Leng Ye had no time to mince words with others at this moment.
With a flick of his wide sleeves, he swept Qi Yuan aside with a "whoosh".
However, when he arrived at Xuan Fengqian's boudoir, he suppressed his anger and gently knocked on the door, "Xuan Fengqian, open the door."
Although Xuan Fengqian did not hear Leng Ye's knocking, she keenly sensed the murderous aura coming from outside.
She turned around abruptly, only to see Leng Ye's tall figure suddenly appear on the windowpane. Before she knew it, her slender fingers were burned by the Samadhi True Fire.
"hiss--"
She abruptly pulled her hand back, gasping in pain.
Leng Ye paused and waited for a moment, then lost patience and snapped coldly, "Are you deaf?"
Xuan Fengqian clutched her charred fingers, her heart pounding with pain, and said in an unfriendly tone, "What are you doing here again?"
Leng Ye originally intended to get straight to the point and question her about why she agreed to marry Di Jun.
Suddenly remembering how she had crouched down with her head in her hands, terrified by the human head kite, Tete breathed a sigh of relief. "Did you leave my cloak here?"
"cloak..."
Xuan Fengqian hadn't forgotten that on the day she talked at Xuan Dian Tai that night, she returned to Qingfeng Palace wrapped in a cloak against the cold night.
She originally thought that Leng Ye had no worries about food and clothing and would not care about a cloak, so she let Qi Yuan throw it away casually.
Unexpectedly, he actually came to our door in person to ask for a cloak stained with large amounts of blood.
"I didn't expect you to be so frugal."
Xuanfeng paced back and forth in front of the door, anxiously searching for a solution.
Even though it was just a cloak, if he really wanted it, she could just give it to him.
The problem is, Leng Ye has never been one to play by the rules. His coming to demand something now is most likely to cause trouble.
Seeing that she still had no intention of opening the door, Leng Ye's murderous aura intensified. "You bastard! Why don't you return my cloak?"
"I...I thought you didn't want it, so I threw it away."
"Outrageous! Are you out of your mind?"
When Leng Ye heard that Xuan Fengqian had so casually discarded his cloak, he could no longer control his anger.
The next moment, he slammed the tightly closed door shut with a "bang," and said, "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation today, you'd better watch out."
Xuan Fengqian looked flustered and casually extinguished the Samadhi True Fire, then stood silently in front of the red-hot black iron.
She really didn't want Leng Ye to know that she didn't even have a decent weapon. She felt that if he found out, he would definitely laugh at her with extremely harsh words.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned.
The moment Leng Ye burst into the room, he caught a glimpse of the bright red, translucent black iron on the chopping board.
However, he did not find Xuan Fengqian's blacksmithing and forging of divine weapons in the house particularly laughable.
He was a little unhappy. She liked the divine weapon so much, why didn't she ask him for it?
Bang--
After closing the door behind him, Leng Ye suddenly moved closer to her, wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, and said slowly, "What kind of divine weapon do you want? I'll give it to you."
Xuan Fengqian pouted in annoyance and said sullenly, "No need."
"If I'm willing to give it to you, then accept it. But if you anger me, you know the consequences."
"..."
Xuan Fengqian remained silent. From childhood to adulthood, she had never met anyone as domineering as Leng Ye.
In a daze, she began to feel some sympathy for Xuan Qianning.
I imagine that living and sleeping with such a domineering person would soon make you so fed up that you'd get a headache.
However, while she was unwilling to accept his gift, she didn't refuse outright without leaving any room for negotiation. Judging from his gloomy aura, she keenly sensed that something was wrong with him today.
At first glance, everything seemed normal, but in reality, the waves of anger in his eyes were already surging.
Sure enough, Leng Ye revealed his true form in the next instant.
His rough fingertips traced her slightly parted lips, devoid of any tenderness, appearing particularly rude. "I'm asking you a question, did you hear me?"
"I heard you."
Xuan Fengqian turned her head slightly, pointed to the sword at his waist, and whispered, "I...I want the Xuanyuan Demon Sword."
She didn't really want the Xuanyuan Demon Sword.
This sword has too much malevolent energy; she can't subdue it.
The reason she said this was because she understood all too well how important the Xuanyuan Demon Sword was to Leng Ye.
A supreme martial artist of the six realms like him has long been in harmony with his divine weapon, and there is no reason for him to give it away so easily.
If she doesn't dare to refuse him, then let him refuse her himself.
"You want the Xuanyuan Demon Sword?"
A flicker of pain flashed in Leng Ye's cold, sinister eyes.
In his mind, the image of Xuanfeng Qian wielding his sword and slashing at him from his previous life resurfaced.
Although the wound had healed, he could still feel the excruciating pain.
Xuan Fengqian casually asked, "Is it not allowed?"
"Anything you want except the Xuanyuan Demon Sword."
"Then forget it."
Xuan Fengqian didn't want this charity in the first place, and now that she was able to politely refuse, she felt a little relieved.
Leng Ye wanted to ask her about Di Jun's marriage in person, but he was worried about hearing an answer from Xuan Fengqian that he didn't want to hear.
After much deliberation, he decided to make another effort, hoping to win her heart with his sincerity.
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