Jiu Ye immediately stood up and said, "I'll arrange it right away. Boss, please wait a moment. The driver will be here soon."

Ye Hua nodded. Wei Chang and Liegu had strange tempers. If someone was disrespectful to them, they would kill him without saying a word. Xiaojiu could also be kept to handle some trivial matters.

If Jiu Ye knew Ye Hua's thoughts, he would definitely be torn. On the one hand, he wanted to curry favor with someone powerful, but on the other hand, he wanted to curry favor with someone powerful in a dignified way...

Jiu Ye's car, the Rolls-Royce Phantom, arrived soon. The driver opened the door respectfully. Ye Hua pulled the dazed Qing Ya out of the side hall. What they talked about was too childish. He had no interest in knowing, nor did he want to know. What he was curious about now was the thoughts of that fool Qing Ya. After knowing the real strength of the deity, he was confused now. Let's see if you will still be naughty in the future.

Qing Ya was really confused. She never expected that she would find a man who was a cultivator. She didn't know whether she was lucky or unlucky. Did all cultivators have such bad tempers? They would ask their women to peel crayfish and buy pancakes at any time?

On the way back, the two did not communicate at all. Ye Hua could no longer hold back. Was this stupid woman scared silly? "Pull over," Ye Hua said coldly.

The driver dared not say anything and had to pull over to the side of the road even if he was fined.

He pulled the silly Qingya out, walked to the riverside, and looked into the distance.

There are many couples walking along the riverside, and many elderly people dancing in the square. The main reason is that the riverside is cool, with a cool breeze blowing from time to time, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Ye Hua took out a cigarette and lit it, leaning against the guardrail, while Qing Ya stood beside him, the breeze blowing her hair, and no one knew what she was thinking. After finishing a cigarette, Ye Hua felt a little irritable. Could it be that he was really stupid?

"Speak." Ye Hua said in a deep voice.

Qing Ya took a deep breath and asked, "Ye Hua, can you do flower transplantation?"

"What do you mean?" Ye Hua frowned slightly.

"If I learn it, I can absorb your inner strength."

Ye Hua: “…”

"What's the point of learning that inferior martial arts?" Ye Hua said disdainfully. This woman has long hair but very little knowledge.

"Then can you gather the three flowers into one?"

Ye Hua frowned even deeper.

"No, then do you know the Nine Yin Manual?"

Ye Hua wanted to spank Qingya's little butt.

"Ah, I still don't know how to do it. What about the North Sea Divine Art?"

"You don't even know this! You should know the Tathagata Palm."

"Hey, Ye Hua, could it be that you have practiced the Sunflower Manual?"

Ye Hua couldn't help it, and hugged Qing Ya in his arms: "Don't you know whether I practiced the Sunflower Manual or not!"

Qingya let out a sigh. She just wanted to tease Ye Hua, and found that he was still the same as before, so she felt relieved. It was just that he had an additional identity as a cultivator. She didn't know if telling others about it would bring honor to her.

For example, others say.

My husband is worth hundreds of billions. Where is your husband from?

Qing Ya could then hold up her waist and shout proudly: "Your husband is shit, my husband is in the world of cultivation."

If Ye Hua knew what Qing Ya was thinking now, he would definitely give her a lecture for comparing herself to such a low-level profession.

"Are you really from the world of cultivation?" Qingya asked.

Ye Hua didn't know how to answer. The world of cultivation was nothing. If he denied it now, would she go back on her word? After all, the bet was whether he was a cultivator.

But admitting that he is a cultivator is really low. But for the sake of disciplining Qingya, it's okay to be a little low. It seems that he is losing his bottom line for this woman.

"Yes." Ye Hua said lightly.

"So you are so powerful that you can blow up cars with one punch and fly?"

"yes."

"Then can you fly on a sword? Can you fly into space? But there is no oxygen. Ye Hua, don't you want to breathe?"

Several black lines appeared on Ye Hua's forehead.

"No wonder you were so... that night. So you are a cultivator. You must have taken medicine."

Ye Hua was really angry and said coldly: "You can come and try it tonight!"

"Tsk, I won't be fooled. Don't think that just because you are a cultivator, I have to cling to you and listen to you!" Qing Ya pushed Ye Hua away, stood in front of him with her chin raised, and said righteously.

Ye Hua said in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten your oath!"

"What oath? I don't know what you're talking about."

"I knew you would do this!" Ye Hua took out his cell phone and played Qingya's recording.

"If Ye Hua is really a cultivator, I, Qing Ya, promise to be obedient in the future. Ye Hua is my god, okay?"

Qingya listened to her own oath and instantly realized that she had been tricked by Ye Hua again.

"I don't accept it, you lied to me!" Qingya raised her fist again, but unfortunately Ye Hua grabbed her wrist.

Ye Hua knew Qing Ya would go back on her word, so he said coldly, “Do you think your little fist can hurt me?”

Qing Ya's face darkened instantly, and she said silently: "I know that you are a cultivator now, very powerful. I am just an ordinary woman, and I am not your opponent at all. If you want to fight, then fight. Anyway, no one in this world will feel sorry for me."

Ye Hua was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Why did he feel like it was his fault? If he wanted to hit him, he would have slammed him into the sky long ago.

"Look, you look angry. Go ahead and hit me. I don't have the strength to fight back anyway." Qing Ya said faintly, with resentment rising to the sky. People passing by could feel the heavy resentment, and could even smell it through the screen.

Ye Hua resisted the urge to spank him: "Do you really think I don't dare to hit you?"

"You are a cultivator, you are the boss, and whatever you say goes." Qingya spread her hands helplessly.

"Don't compare me with cultivators!" Ye Hua shouted softly. Cultivators are nothing. One fart can kill them.

"Alas, my husband uses his status to pressure others, alas~"

Ye Hua suddenly felt that if he told her a little bit of information, she would be able to take off. If he had known this would happen, he would have kept it a secret. He actually said that he was using his identity to pressure her. It was obviously you who lost the bet, okay!

Seeing Ye Hua remained silent, Qing Ya rubbed her ankle and said softly, "I can't walk anymore."

"Take a taxi yourself!" Ye Hua said unhappily and lit another cigarette.

Qing Ya snorted coldly and raised her finger to pick up flowers: "I don't know who said that as long as my feet hurt, you have to carry me on your back. He is a cultivator, and he is full of nonsense."

Cough cough cough...

This was the first time Ye Hua was choked by his own cigarette. He wanted to use the recording to teach Qing Ya a lesson, but he didn't expect that his identity would become her handle! She was also a cultivator. If he told her his true identity, it would be terrible.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll just walk back slowly. A cultivator has a noble status, how can I carry my wife on my back? It would be so embarrassing if it got out." Qingya added suddenly.

Ye Hua was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out. The water on the river surface suddenly rolled over. People who were walking by the river watched curiously.

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