"Doesn't your hand hurt?"
The reason Leng Ye pretended to be a rough, domineering, and heroic person was simply because Xuan Fengqian had said she didn't like overly domineering men, and she was planning to physically destroy Chu Batian's image in her heart.
Unexpectedly, this little scatterbrain started banging on the table; it's unclear whether he got hurt.
Xuan Fengqian winced in pain, but seeing that he was completely unaffected and didn't even blink, she felt a little resentful.
She is, after all, a female immortal of considerable seniority, so how come she can't compare to anyone?
"What are you thinking about?"
Leng Ye strode forward and, seeing her slowly sit down, sat down next to her.
"nothing."
Xuan Fengqian sensed his powerful aura and suddenly shivered.
She suddenly became curious about where Bai Di had found these people, each with an increasingly powerful aura.
"Ah Qian, does your hand hurt?"
Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, Leng Ye suddenly grabbed her icy hand and gently rubbed her red palm.
Before this, he always felt uncomfortable whenever he heard Wuyai call her "Aqian".
Now, he finally had a chance to openly call her "A-Qian".
"Immortal Lord Chu, men and women should not touch each other." Seeing this, Qi Yuan hurriedly pulled Leng Ye away, grumbling, "Don't scare our princess."
"I have long admired Princess Xiantian, but perhaps I was too excited and lost my composure."
Leng Ye originally wanted to warm her hands, but with so many people watching in Qingfeng Palace, he had to give up.
That said, her hands really felt nice to touch.
Soft and smooth...
Like gentle spring water, it stirs the heart with a tingling sensation.
If she's willing to let him hold her hand like this, he could never let go for the rest of his life.
Unfortunately, she had already tucked her delicate, fair hands into the satin sleeves embroidered with magnolia flowers.
Xuan Fengqian felt her scalp tingle from his gaze and could only think of shifting her focus away from his overly intense stare. She asked in a deep voice, "Does Immortal Lord Chu know how to play chess?"
"Playing chess?"
Leng Ye's thin lips moved slightly, a hint of hesitation appearing on his face.
Over the years, he hasn't even had a single confidant with whom he can share his innermost thoughts.
Where would anyone play chess with him?
However, he naturally couldn't tell her the truth in front of her.
After a moment of contemplation, he said with a hint of arrogance, "What's so difficult about playing chess? Before you were even born, I was already invincible."
"How about we play a round? I'd like to learn from you."
Xuan Fengqian gave him no room to argue and quickly ordered a chessboard to be set up.
She simply couldn't withstand his hawk-like, piercing gaze. Having finally found a suitable excuse to avoid his gaze, she naturally wouldn't let it go easily.
Leng Ye frowned slightly, staring blankly at the chessboard on the table, completely at a loss.
At that moment, he finally understood what it meant to be restless.
Seeing Xuan Fengqian casually place a white piece, he also picked up a black piece.
But where should this black piece go?
After thinking for a long time, Leng Ye still couldn't come up with a solution.
Left with no other choice, he took advantage of a lull in their conversation to hastily place a piece, asking, "May I ask, Princess Xiantian, is there anyone you admire?"
Xuan Fengqian was completely unaware of Leng Ye's unease and casually replied, "There are quite a few people who admire me. Anyone who has made contributions to the prosperity and development of the Six Realms deserves our respect."
"For example?"
"For example, my father devoted himself to the immortals, working tirelessly for half his life."
Xuanfeng Qianjian watched in astonishment as Leng Ye carefully placed the black pieces on top of the white ones.
Just as she was about to ask him what this unusual way of playing was, he had already silently moved the black pieces that were stacked on top of the white pieces to the side.
Leng Ye glanced at Xuan Fengqian's face with slight trepidation, fearing that he had made too big a mistake and that she would see through his disguise.
In fact, Xuan Fengqian did see the flaw.
She glanced indifferently at the chaotic black pieces on the chessboard, wondering whether he was letting her win or simply didn't know how to play.
To say that he deliberately let the game go is a rather poor assessment.
Even if you randomly find a celestial child, he might not be willing to play chess with you.
Thinking about it this way, Xuan Fengqian was certain that he didn't know how to play chess at all.
To save face for him, she suppressed her laughter and silently observed "Chu Batian," whose brows were furrowed and who seemed preoccupied.
Although his appearance wasn't her type.
But its charm lies in the strong contrast between its personality and its endearing personality.
If someone is of good character, it's worth getting to know them better.
Leng Ye noticed her gaze and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Xuan Fengqian didn't intend to expose him, and chatted with him casually, "By the way, does Immortal Lord Chu have someone he admires?"
Leng Ye thought about it carefully, and said very seriously, "Yes. In this world, he is the only one left who is worthy of my attention."
"oh?"
Xuan Fengqian hadn't expected him to be so arrogant.
However, given his amusing reaction, I didn't find it offensive.
Leng Ye nodded slightly and said in a deep voice, "The person I admire is none other than Leng Ye, the God of War of the Nine Netherworlds."
Upon hearing this, any slight goodwill that Xuan Fengqian had developed towards him vanished like smoke.
She simply couldn't understand how anyone could take the cruel and inhumane Cold Night as a belief.
What do you admire about him?
“He’s perfect,” Leng Ye said with a hint of self-satisfaction.
"..."
Xuan Fengqian was unwilling to say anything more to him.
She thought to herself, since Chu Batian regarded Leng Ye as his faith, he might also be like Leng Ye, capricious and prone to violence.
Thinking of this, she lost all interest in continuing the conversation. Pointing casually to the chessboard, whose outcome had already been decided, she said indifferently, "Immortal Chu, you have lost."
"Lost?"
Leng Ye felt extremely embarrassed and stubbornly refused to admit defeat, "Take another closer look?"
"Wouldn't anyone with eyes see that at a glance?"
"How about we play another round?"
"No need," Xuan Fengqian said directly, refusing his offer.
Leng Ye pursed his lips and secretly made up his mind that he would definitely study chess skills properly when he got back.
Next time, I must not lose to her again.
Seeing that Xuan Fengqian was not in a good mood, he stretched out his strong arm and slowly suggested, "Do you dare to have a strength contest with me?"
"Isn't that unnecessary?"
Xuan Fengqian never imagined that Chu Batian would make such a strange request.
Arm wrestling with your blind date, until you're grimacing, your face red and your neck bulging?
It must be said that Chu Batian's idea was indeed quite unique.
After thinking about it carefully, Leng Ye realized that comparing strength was indeed a bit bullying.
Just by looking at her physique, you can tell she has absolutely no chance of winning.
With such a huge disparity, there is indeed no need for a competition.
However, if he can't turn the tide today, he probably won't be able to sleep peacefully.
After much hesitation, just as Leng Ye was about to suggest trying something else, Fu Chen burst in carrying the unconscious Wu Ya.
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