"At the start of the Awakening of Insects, immediately order the Dream Demon to thoroughly investigate the truth behind Fu Chen."
Leng Ye glanced indifferently at Fu Chen's slender and tall back, and whispered to Jing Zhe, who was hidden in the shadows.
"Reporting to the Demon Lord, the Dream Demon has, as you instructed, thoroughly investigated Fu Chen's background. It is said that before ascending to immortality, he was mediocre and accomplished nothing. Apart from his handsome appearance, all he has to offer as the Broom Star Lord is probably a body full of bad luck."
"That's really bad luck."
Leng Ye responded in a muffled voice, and after a moment's hesitation, he beckoned to Jingzhe with his finger and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
"ah?"
Jingzhe's eyes widened in surprise, and her heart suddenly raced.
He thought to himself that Leng Ye hadn't been with a woman for quite some time, and given that he had just spoken with Xuan Fengqian, his lust must be burning fiercely right now...
Could it be that Leng Ye really intends to use him to vent his anger?
Just thinking about it made Jingzhe's buttocks twitch violently, and a chill spread from her spine to her limbs and bones in an instant.
"Demon...Demon Lord, what's wrong?"
Jingzhe gently wiped away the fine beads of sweat from her forehead and forced a smile that looked worse than crying.
Seeing that Jingzhe's legs were slightly bent inwards, Leng Ye casually asked, "Are your legs injured?"
"I'm injured, so I'm afraid I won't be able to serve you for the time being. Demon Lord, if you really can't bear it, I'll go and arrange a clean and beautiful young lady for you right away."
Leng Ye glanced at Jing Zhe's panicked expression and instantly understood.
He snorted angrily, his tone unfriendly, "In your eyes, am I really so desperate that I can't discriminate?"
"Demon Lord, please forgive me, that's not what I meant."
Although Jingzhe spoke so resolutely, she did not truly believe it in her heart.
He heard it clearly last night.
After falling into a deep sleep, Leng Ye kept calling out Xuan Fengqian's name.
Not only that, he also shook the bed so loudly it rattled.
The demonesses on night watch blushed with embarrassment and were eager to rush into the house.
This morning, as soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Leng Ye frantically tearing the quilt into shreds.
As for why they did this, Jingzhe (the author) naturally knows very well.
It's nothing more than a flood washing away the Dragon King Temple, or water overflowing Jinshan Temple and causing spring's beauty to overflow.
Leng Ye, completely unaware of Jing Zhe's thoughts, roughly grabbed his collar and pulled him directly in front of him. "Tell me, if I go to see her now, won't she find it annoying?"
“Princess Xiantian has a rather cold personality, so you really should give her some personal space. If you push her too hard, it will often backfire.” Jingzhe realized that Leng Ye didn’t intend to vent his anger on him, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Leng Ye frowned, completely disagreeing with Jingzhe's words. After all, he wanted to be with her every moment; how could she possibly find him annoying?
However, since Jingzhe spoke with such certainty, we might as well believe him this once.
"Fine, go back to the Nine Netherworld and play chess with me." Leng Ye said firmly, leaving no room for argument.
He has never liked playing chess with others.
However, in order to wash away the shame of his past act of stacking chess pieces, he finally chose to bury himself in intensive practice.
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Early the next morning.
Leng Ye sat absentmindedly in front of the chessboard, and before he knew it, he had piled up dozens of chess pieces.
Jingzhe swallowed the yawn that was about to rise in her throat, and decided to make do with the cold night. She also followed suit, holding a bowl of chess pieces and stacking them into a set of Arhats.
Seeing this, Leng Ye felt a deep sense of disdain. He had originally thought Jingzhe's chess skills were quite good, but now it seemed that they were nothing special.
However, his mind was not on the chessboard at all. If he weren't worried that Xuan Fengqian would find it annoying, he would have loved to rush up to the Ninth Heaven and kiss her face.
After an unknown amount of time, Wuya, who had been ordered by the White Emperor to return to the Nine Netherworlds, stormed into the house cursing.
"Caw! That's infuriating!"
To emphasize her anger, Wuya plunged headfirst into the red ink and said indignantly, "Your Majesty, I'm so angry at that shameless old bastard Bai Di that my face is completely red."
What did he do to you?
Leng Ye slowly put down the chess bowl in his hand, and from a distance, he enveloped Wuya, who was still covered with red ink, in his palm.
"Your Majesty, I have truly suffered a great injustice this time. You must stand up for me."
Wuya pouted, her pointed lips trembling with extreme anger. She suddenly forgot to act cute and coquettish in front of Leng Ye, and her voice became hoarse and unrecognizable.
"He is, after all, A-Qian's father. Since you have not been harmed, you might as well just let it go."
Seeing Wuya's energetic appearance, Leng Ye didn't bother to inquire about the matter any further.
Upon hearing this, Wuya threw herself into Leng Ye's arms, tears streaming down her face. "Gah! Your Majesty, am I still your favorite bird? Do you know that the White Emperor used me as bait to lure out the Blood Demon? If I hadn't revealed my identity and intimidated the Blood Demon, I would probably be his meal by now."
"Blood Demon?"
After Xuan Fengqian encountered danger at the Xuan Dian Platform, Leng Ye ordered a thorough investigation into the Blood Demon's background.
Upon learning that the Blood Demon was Xuan Qianning's biological mother, he decided to show leniency. After all, he couldn't possibly slaughter the mother of his savior.
However, if that Blood Demon dares to harm Xuan Fengqian again, he will not hesitate to grind her to dust.
"That's her! That stinky bird that reeks of blood, a hundred times more terrifying than Gu Huo." Wu Ya shuddered with lingering fear and suddenly darted into Leng Ye's clothes.
"Didn't I tell you to stay by Xuan Fengqian's side at all times? How did you end up in the hands of the White Emperor?"
"Gah! Let me think about it."
Wuya was so angry that he was dizzy and disoriented. It took him a while to remember why he had fallen into the hands of the White Emperor.
Suddenly, its whole body bristled as if its fur stood on end, revealing a fierce appearance. "I remember now! It all started when the White Emperor mentioned A-Qian's marriage and intended to betroth her to Di-Jun."
"What did you say?"
Leng Ye could no longer contain himself and asked sharply, "Did she agree?"
Wuya nodded heavily. "Aqian is very satisfied with Dijun. Not only that, Aqian also said that the jinx is her childhood sweetheart."
"This is outrageous!"
Leng Ye knew he had a bad temper, and he was trying very hard to control his emotions so as not to frighten Xuan Fengqian.
But when he learned that Xuan Fengqian was determined to marry Di Jun, he lost all reason.
In the blink of an eye, with bloodshot eyes, he stormed into the South Heavenly Gate in a rage.
This time, if Xuan Fengqian doesn't give him a reasonable explanation, he won't hesitate to take her by force and carry her back to the Nine Netherworld.
"Your Excellency, are you perhaps angry with A-Qian?"
Wuya leaped onto Lengye's shoulder with a "whoosh" and cautiously asked him.
It simply wanted Leng Ye to vent its anger and teach the cunning White Emperor a lesson.
Unexpectedly, in a fit of anger, he revealed everything Xuan Fengqian had said. If Leng Ye were to use his confession to make things difficult for Xuan Fengqian, his sin would be grave.
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