"boom!"
Ye Qingluo moved quickly and stood in front of Yan Zhenfei.
Her hand grabbed Yan Zhenfei's wrist.
Extremely fast.
It was so fast that everyone didn't even see it clearly.
Ye Qingluo had already grabbed Yan Zhenfei and pushed her behind her, on the flagpole representing the Miao nationality.
Ye Qingluo's brows and eyes were very hostile, and he bent down, as if he would crush Yan Zhenfei to death in the next moment: "Yan Zhenfei, you'd better get rid of this idea, if you dare to touch them, your current good life will be ruined." It's over!"
Ye Qingluo's voice was very low.
Only the two of them could hear it.
Yan Zhenfei was so frightened that her lips were trembling.
She didn't want to admit her fear of Yeluo.
But it cannot be denied.
Just now Yeluo's voice sounded like Shura who came from hell to seek his life.
Let Yan Zhenfei be at this moment.
Ye Qingluo's alluring face actually appeared in his mind, facing her with a bloodthirsty cold smile.
Yan Zhenfei's heart trembled violently.
The body kept shaking.
Since becoming the envoy of the Dark Palace.
It's been a long time since Yan Zhenfei felt so... helpless and frightened.
She pursed her lips unwillingly, leaning her back against the not-so-thick flagpole, oppressed by Ye Qingluo, that flagpole was almost embedded in her flesh.
It hurts against her back.
"Understood?" The ghostly voice wafted into my ear again.
Yan Zhenfei's lips trembled, and she was about to respond.
But from the corner of the eye, when he glanced around and watched countless guests.
When it came to his lips to beg for mercy, he swallowed it all back.
Originally, Yan Zhenfei was thinking...with the help of public opinion, relying on her identity as the envoy of the Dark Palace, to give Ye Qingluo a bad reputation.
It's good to report the grievances I suffered at Ye Qingluo's hands when I came here.
All the guests present wanted to establish a relationship with her in the Dark Palace.
As long as she speaks.
These guests are bound to overwhelm Ye Luo and the others, making them breathless.
In the end, he retreated in despair.
Obviously... everything is set.
But now, her reliance actually put her in a dilemma.
You can't just beg for mercy.
You can't just be overwhelmed by Ye Luo's momentum in such a mess.
She is the messenger of the Dark Palace.
She represents the image of the Dark Palace!
If she retreats, Anyou Palace... will become the laughing stock of everyone.
On the other side of Anyou Palace, they will definitely not let her go easily!
Think of this harem.
Yan Zhenfei's breathing was concentrated, no amount of fear of Ye Luo could match the horror of the Anyou Palace.
She suppressed the fear in her heart and tried to make herself look calmer: "Ye Luo, do you care about those people so much? Don't you know... those people are dogs raised by the owner Ye Qingluo?"
Night, clear, fall.
This name is not unfamiliar to the onlookers.
After all, there was a story about Ye Qingluo.
It has been spread all over the streets and alleys of the realm of Nirvana.
Everyone was in an uproar.
What does this have to do with Ye Qingluo
Immediately, Yan Zhenfei's sneering voice continued to sound: "Did you imitate Ye Qingluo for too long, so that you got into the drama too deeply? Now even Ye Qingluo's dog should learn from Ye Qingluo and protect her. gone?"
"Snapped!"
A slap on Yan Zhenfei's face.
Ye Qingluo used brute force, with a cold expression on his face, and a cold light in his eyes: "Only a scum like you, who likes to be treated like a dog, will see anyone as a dog."
After she finished speaking, her eyes darkened again, and the corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc: "I originally wanted to save some face for you as an envoy, but... Yan Zhenfei, you really angered me."