Wife, wife slave? !
In the minds of everyone, these two words emerged in unison.
Immediately, they all looked at Lord Emperor Zun in unison.
That look of doting.
The tenderness on that face that unconditionally agreed to Ye Qingluo's any conditions.
Um…
Lord Emperor Zun is definitely a wife slave!
Now that Lord Regal has spoken.
Yin Qinghao cautiously let the birthday banquet continue.
It's just that everyone still can't be as comfortable as before.
Ye Qingluo didn't care whether those people were comfortable or not.
Her heart was filled with the joy of Di Moxuan returning to her side.
And he appeared in front of her like a god's mansion, protecting her, and defending her.
The heart of a full girl is about to swell.
She sat up, her delicate body clung to his chest, raised her head, smiled and curved her eyes: "Ah Xuan is doing this to me."
"Yeah." Di Moxuan lowered his head, his black eyes were like pools, staring deeply at her smiling face, "So, what about the reward?"
Ye Qingluo's long and narrow eyes became more and more deep.
She hooked Di Moxuan's neck with one hand.
It is very generous to send her pink lips.
The light in Di Moxuan's eyes dimmed, and his arms suddenly increased in strength.
Ye Qingluo's delicate body clings to the man's hot body with almost no gap.
The scorching heat seemed to burn her skin through the clothes.
Ye Qingluo could even feel it clearly.
Changes in men.
Her cheeks were slightly smudged red, and she clutched his collar with her small hand, trying to push it away.
But he was kissed deeper by Di Moxuan.
…
At the other end of the seat, a handsome young man in a bamboo-colored brocade robe crushed the wine glass in his hand.
A pair of deep and moist eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist.
"Young Sect Master..." Elder Gu Da who was beside him was startled when he heard the sound of the glass breaking.
Gu Jingyu stared at the front without blinking, and kissed affectionately, as if there were only two of them in the world.
The pupils shrink little by little.
Elder Gu called a few times, but Gu Jingyu did not respond.
He also saw that Gu Jingyu's palm was covered with blood oozing from the puncture of the porcelain.
He immediately grabbed Gu Jingyu's hand: "Young Sect Master!"
Gu Jingyu's eyes were still a little dazed.
He stared blankly at Elder Gu, chuckled again, and turned his attention to the girl not far away, who was smiling like a flower.
His heart seemed to be stabbed severely by something.
The pain was so bad that he couldn't even feel the sting of the porcelain piercing his palm.
turn out to be…
Her fiancé is Lord Emperor Zun.
That Lord Regal who is regarded as a myth and a legend by everyone...
If it is someone else.
He might still be able to declare war on her fiancé openly.
Snatch Ye Luo away openly and aboveboard.
But…
That fiancé, that man... is Lord Regal.
He has no chance at all.
Not even the qualifications to compete... not at all.
In the middle of sentimentality, suddenly... Gu Jingyu only felt a gust of cold wind pouring into his body from his collar.
His whole body trembled.
An inexplicable chill eroded everything about him.
Gu Jingyu was trying to search for the source of the cold air.
The chill was interrupted.
...
"Okay, stop making trouble!" Ye Qingluo buried his head in Emperor Moxuan's arms.
Although she doesn't care about other people's eyes.
But anyway, she is also a girl!
In front of so many people, she can accept kissing, hugging and holding high.
But the kiss... It was hard to separate, and she was so teased that she almost couldn't hold it...
She also wants to save face!