Following Ye Fengyu's every word.
Ye Qingluo's heart suddenly couldn't help but beat to the rhythm of Ye Fengyu's words.
She raised her head instinctively, and her eyes settled on the man holding her in front of her.
From this angle, Ye Qingluo could clearly see the expression on Di Moxuan's face.
His rosy red lips were slightly raised, and his long and narrow peach blossom eyes were slightly raised.
Obviously, in a good mood.
Ye Qing put down her small hands and tightened Di Moxuan's collar.
Feeling the thundering heartbeat of the girl in his arms, and the hand grasping his chest, unconsciously curled up.
The corners of Di Moxuan's mouth curved even further.
His little Luo'er, are you nervous
The displeasure caused by Xiao Luo'er who had never thought of marrying him before dissipated in this instant.
Heart, suddenly flying.
With both arms, he tightened the girl in his arms.
With peach blossoms and black eyes, she looked deeply at Ye Fengyu.
The eyebrows are deep and raised slightly.
"Emperor, brother-in-law Emperor..."
Ye Fengyu was frightened by his gaze, and stammered in a low voice.
The heart beat faster and faster, as if it was about to pop out of the throat.
Obviously, Emperor Zun's brother-in-law has a gentle expression on his face!
There was no displeasure because of his "forced marriage" words.
But Mao, looking at the eyes of God Zun's brother-in-law, he feels like his legs are weak, and he wants to escape from the locked range of his eyes...
"Xiao Yu wants this deity to marry Xiao Luo'er?" Di Moxuan curled his thin lips, and his voice was gentle.
However, the atmosphere in the hall was so rigid that it was hard to breathe.
Ye Fengyu's still body stiffened and trembled slightly.
Obviously under the aura of Emperor Moxuan, he couldn't even stand firmly on his feet.
But he still stubbornly stood where he was, raised his head hard, and looked at Di Moxuan.
Zi Ling cautiously shrank behind Ye Fengyu, hugged Ye Fengyu's arm, and persuaded in a low voice: "Master, this matter, Miss and Lord Emperor must have their own ideas, we... we..."
Ye Fengyu shook his head at Ziling, his eyes were firm: "It's about my sister's reputation and my sister's future, no matter what, I must ask clearly!"
Looking at his young master's resolute appearance.
Zi Ling had no choice but to shut her mouth.
The elders of the sect beside him were so frightened that their calves could not stop trembling.
He clasped his hands, his mind was spinning desperately, thinking of ways to stop Ye Fengyu's "forced marriage".
This is the new suzerain, or the new ancestor!
Lord Di Zun didn't reply for a long time, obviously he hadn't thought about marrying Miss Seven!
It is very possible that Lord Emperor Zun is just playing with Miss Seven.
If the new suzerain's behavior of "forced marriage" annoys Lord Emperor Zun.
What should Sanquanzong do!
Why is the new suzerain so blind!
A few people felt uneasy.
The heart almost jumped out.
Di Moxuan folded his arms, lowered his eyes, and looked at the girl who was staring at him in a daze.
The obvious obsession in the girl's eyes pleased Di Moxuan.
The corner of his mouth raised unconsciously.
The aura of the whole body was also softened at this moment.
After a while, Di Moxuan raised his eyes.
She has a handsome face, thick and profound eyebrows, and peach-blossom eyes like black ink, flashing with a streamer.
Ye Fengyu's heart tightened suddenly.
The clenched hands hanging on both sides tightened helplessly.
"Xiao Yu, you should ask your sister this question." Di Moxuan lowered his eyes, staring deeply at the person in his arms.
The emotion in the pupils can be seen by anyone with eyes.
"Huh?" Ye Fengyu was confused.
Di Moxuan's eyelashes drooped down calmly, and he lifted Ye Qingluo's jaw: "If your sister is willing to marry this deity, this deity is ready to marry her at any time."