"What happened?"
Xuanfeng Qianmei looked on with her eyes sparkling and asked Qiyuan, who had rushed over in a hurry, in a soft voice.
Qi Yuan, panting, clutched her chest and said haltingly, "The Nine Nether Demon Lord... he's fighting... fighting with the Demon Emperor!"
"Who's winning?"
“Princess, that’s not important. What’s important is that they’ve used you as a gamble.”
"Are they out of their minds? Why are they using me as a wager in their fight!" Xuan Fengqian's face darkened, and he cursed Leng Ye and Di Jun a hundred and eighty times in his heart.
Qi Yuan nodded heavily and said with great seriousness, "Your Highness, you are truly a prophet! I have heard that the Nine Nether Demon Lord has a hidden ailment, which is quite serious but not very effective. The Demon Emperor's health is also not good; it is said that he injured his back with true qi."
Xuanfeng chuckled softly, gently stroking Qiyuan's two round, plump buns on her head, finding her increasingly innocent and adorable.
She was just about to sleep peacefully for three days and three nights when, unexpectedly, a fierce wind arose outside Qingfeng Palace and swept her into the void with a "whoosh".
"What's going on?"
Xuanfeng frowned slightly, her hands covering her ears, which were stinging from the strong wind. She subconsciously lowered her eyes and looked down at the ground several feet below.
When she saw it, she almost fainted from fright.
Amidst the billowing dust, Leng Ye lightly flicked his sleeves, transforming the gust of wind into the shape of a sharp sword, and fiercely slashed towards Di Jun's brow.
And at the tip of this Swift Wind Sword was Xuanfeng Qian, who was suffering from a headache and fever from the wind.
If it were just that, she wouldn't be so terrified that she would lose her composure.
To her utter dismay, Di Jun conjured a peerless sword with a gleaming, cold light, and slashed it down recklessly toward the top of her head.
"Help! Spare my life!"
Xuan Fengqian cried out for help at the top of her lungs.
If she had known that Leng Ye and Di Jun would choose to fight in front of Qingfeng Palace, she should have been prepared to retreat!
At the critical moment, Leng Ye finally caught a glimpse of Xuan Fengqian spinning rapidly like a top in the gale.
His eyes flashed, and he immediately withdrew his palm strike, pulling Xuan Fengqian, whose clothes had been torn by the wind, into his arms.
Di Jun did not expect Leng Ye to suddenly withdraw his palm strike and unleash several murderous sword energies, which rushed straight towards Xuan Fengqian in Leng Ye's arms.
Leng Ye frowned, turned around quickly, and let the bloodthirsty sword energy strike his back.
Xuan Fengqian, who was in his arms, was completely unaware of all this, and just kept sneezing dozens of times without stopping.
"It's so ugly. When it sneezes, it sounds like a dog barking, all teeth bared, it has no image whatsoever."
Leng Ye gently pinched her smooth cheek and then draped his cloak over her shoulders.
The inner garment was moon white, with delicate magnolia flowers embroidered on the cuffs.
The bodice was light pink, tightly wrapping up her beauty.
He glanced at her casually, but in fact he had already memorized every detail about her.
"Achoo~"
Xuanfeng stretched his neck and sneezed again.
She noticed the lustful look in Leng Ye's eyes, quickly wrapped her cloak around herself, and said unhappily, "Are you guys crazy? Why are you fighting in front of my door?"
"Little brat? Why are you snuggling up in his arms?"
Di Jun slowly wiped the dust off the sword blade, looking at her disheveled appearance with great interest.
Xuan Fengqian grunted and said angrily, "It's too much trouble to say anything when we don't see eye to eye."
As soon as she finished speaking, she wrapped herself in Leng Ye's robes and pretended to slip into Qingfeng Palace.
She vividly remembered Qi Yuan saying that the two of them seemed to be using her as a gamble.
If she lingered here any longer, she might be subjected to even more merciless torment.
"stop."
Di Jun reacted exceptionally quickly, instantly teleporting to Xuan Fengqian's side and grinning roguishly, "You brat, I won."
"What does this have to do with me?"
“You’ll have to ask him.” Di Jun blocked Xuan Fengqian’s path, but his teasing eyes landed squarely on Leng Ye. “Leng Ye, a bet is a bet.”
Leng Ye never expected to lose to Di Jun, and for a moment he couldn't even remember the bet he made with Di Jun.
Seeing Leng Ye's confused expression, Di Jun "kindly" reminded him, "The loser has to kneel down and kowtow three times to that brat."
"dream."
Leng Ye secretly regretted that he had been so naive as to agree to Di Jun's shameless bet.
What angered him even more was that he had actually lost!
Xuan Fengqian, having heard the contents of their bet, didn't rush to run away. Instead, she stood in front of Leng Ye and earnestly advised him, "A man's word is his bond. Since you've lost, you should honor the bet. If you can't even handle such a small matter, the thousands of people of Jiuyou will surely be greatly disappointed in you."
Di Jun smiled gently, leaned close to Xuan Fengqian's ear, and whispered, "You little brat, am I being a good friend?"
"Um?"
"I couldn't stand how he bullied you, so I set up a trap and turned the tables on him," Emperor Jun said confidently.
Xuan Fengqian understood the meaning behind his words and became even more furious. "So, you deliberately dragged me into the vortex, almost causing me to be whipped to death by the gale?"
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