Young Master Qianmian shook his head, opened Ba Zheng's fingers, and walked towards Chu Shaoyang step by step. His magnolia-colored skirt dragged long on the ground. Every step he took was like a lotus blooming on the ground.
"Prince Chu, can you let me take a look?" He stretched out an orchid-like hand.
Chu Shaoyang placed the Night Pearl in his palm and looked at him with a smile.
"As long as you follow me, this bead will be yours."
"Qianqian, no!"
Tuoba Zheng was extremely angry, let out a loud roar, and rushed forward.
Chu Shaoyang flicked his robe sleeves, and an invisible force of internal force flew out, blocking Tuoba Zheng.
Tuoba Zheng felt as if his chest was hit by a heavy hammer. His heart ached and he almost vomited blood.
Bastard Chu Shaoyang actually plotted to hurt someone!
He covered his chest, but looked at Master Qianmian, and shouted again: "Qianqian, don't promise him! Have you forgotten what you promised me just now? You won't leave just for a broken bead. Me?"
The Thousand-faced Young Master seemed oblivious. He stroked the smooth beads, and a deep hatred surged in his heart. It was so strong that he had to lower his eyes, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be able to hide it.
After a while, he raised his head, his eyes moved, and he smiled lightly at Chu Shaoyang.
"Prince Chu, your promise is as strong as a mountain. Don't go back on what you say. I want this bead, and I will go with you."
There was a "buzzing" sound in Tuoba Zheng's ears. He widened his eyes in disbelief and stared at the Thousand-faced Young Master. He couldn't believe his ears at all.
"Qianqian, what did you say? Say it again?"
The Thousand-faced Young Master turned his head and smiled at him.
"I said, I like the Night Pearl that Prince Chu gave me. I'm going to go with him. Thank you for the hospitality you have given me these days." He said it softly and politely, but every word was like a sharp knife, piercing my heart. Tuoba Zheng's heart was filled with pain.
"Qianqian, I don't believe, I don't believe you are such a person! I don't believe that a night pearl can win your heart..."
Tuoba Zheng shook his head in disbelief and strode forward to pull the Thousand Faces Young Master.
"You must have been bewitched by Chu Shaoyang. You have been possessed by his evil spirit. I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
Chu Shaoyang's body swayed and he was already standing in front of Young Master Qianmian. He smiled and said, "Brother Tuoba, I'm willing to admit defeat. I won."
He had a victorious smile on his face, which made Tuoba Zheng's eyes turn red and almost spurt blood.
"Chu Shaoyang, there are so many women in the world, why do you fall in love with my woman! Did you and I have a grudge in a previous life? Or did I dig your family's ancestral graves in a previous life?"
Chu Shaoyang's face suddenly sank.
"Brother Tuoba, if you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for being rude."
"You're welcome? Have you ever been polite to me now? You broke into my house openly and seduced my woman in front of me, but you still regard me, Tuoba Zheng, as a brother!" Ba Zheng's eyes were red and his canthus was about to burst.
"Brothers are like brothers, and women are like clothes. Since Tuoba Zheng regards me as his brother, he won't be willing to give even a piece of clothes to his brother, right?" Chu Shaoyang smiled lightly.
"She...she's not clothes!"
Tuoba Zheng felt his heart aching and blurted out.
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he was surprised.
Women are like clothes, this is the mantra that he usually talks about. The most indispensable thing in his palace is women. There are all kinds of women, including Yingying Yanyan, charming and delicate.