Qinglong felt sick at the thought of the horrifying scene, and hurriedly drove a carriage from the nearest Pluto's Palace as fast as possible, hoping that even if his willful master wanted to shock the world, he would not make it a big deal and let everyone know.
Nangong Yu glanced at Qinglong, who had a nervous face, with a half-smile, which made him feel cold all over.
However, He Xi said coldly: "No need, I can go back by myself. Let's say goodbye now."
After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave. However, before she took two steps, she suddenly felt a strong force on her waist, pulling her body straight up.
Before He Xi could even utter a scream, he was stuffed into the carriage, and the exit was blocked by Nangong Yu.
The carriage swayed forward, and after running a few steps, it became faster and faster, and its speed almost caught up with the sedan in the previous life.
He Xi stared at Nangong Yu with an ugly expression: "How can His Majesty the King of Hell force a little girl to do such a thing?"
Nangong Yu smiled leisurely and said, "Who said that I can't force a little girl?"
As he spoke, he leaned forward a little and said slowly: "Besides, I have only forced you."
He Xi's heart skipped a beat and he turned his head to avoid his gaze, but for some reason he felt an indescribable joy welling up in his heart.
Nangong Yu raised the corner of his mouth slightly, took out a snack and placed it on the small table, and said softly: "You have been busy all day and haven't eaten yet, right?"
He Xi was slightly stunned, and felt a fragrance with rich spiritual energy coming towards him.
She turned around and looked around, only to find that this carriage, though inconspicuous in appearance, was actually decorated extremely luxuriously inside.
All the furnishings in the carriage were spiritual tools made from refined tools, with slight fluctuations of spiritual power. The brocade on the ground was made of ten thousand year old ice silk, and the seemingly inconspicuous small table was also made of rare ten thousand year old ebony.
As for the set of crystal white tea set that Nangong Yu had just placed on the small table, although the material of it could not be seen, it was surrounded by flowing light, and it was obvious at first glance that it was not an ordinary item.
He Xi looked at it and shook his head: "It's true that the rich are feasting and drinking, while the poor are freezing to death on the streets!"
Anything here is worth far more than the dilapidated courtyard he has, which makes people envious and jealous just by looking at it.
Nangong Yu had never heard of this poem, but he immediately understood its meaning. He smiled and said, "Why, are you disliking me?"
"No, I just hate the rich!" He Xi curled his lips and grabbed a piece of cake and put it into his mouth.
The rich fragrance spread between her lips and tongue. Although it was not as smooth and soft as the food she made, the spiritual power contained in the food was not lost for 90% of the time. This was already the best food she had ever eaten in the world.
He Xi's eyes lit up and he exclaimed, "It tastes surprisingly good."
Nangong Yu's eyes were fixed on her opening and closing red lips. Her pure white teeth were set off by the pink and red color, just like white snow and red plums. It astonished his heart that had been silent for many years, and also made a certain fiery desire in his body begin to stir.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed He Xi's hand which was still holding half a piece of cake, forced her to come over, then lowered his head and put the cake along with He Xi's fingers into his mouth.
He Xi's whole body froze, as if struck by lightning: "You..."
Nangong Yu swallowed the cake without trying to appreciate its taste, but smiled wickedly and said, "It tastes really good." (To be continued)