Miao Zhilian's face was ashen, and she collapsed on the ground limply.
She covered her face, tears welling up.
Next to my ear was the voice of my mother complaining: "Let me just say, the relationship between the Holy Maiden and that little bitch is unusual, what's the use of asking the Holy Maiden! Our family's face has been completely humiliated by you!"
"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. What's the use of raising you so much, and cultivating you so hard? You don't have any vision at all!" The father also blamed furiously.
Miao Zhilian only felt her ears buzzing, and her eyes went dark. Under the endless accusations and complaints, she fainted.
...
at the same time.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly as she looked at Miao Yiyi who was walking directly to the saintess candidate room.
It could be seen that Miao Yiyi was in a very depressed mood.
She stood up and was about to catch up.
An arm stretches out.
Pulled her directly into his arms.
The man's elegant sandalwood puffed into his nostrils.
History is always strikingly similar.
Ye Qingluo behaved this time, saved her energy and didn't struggle: "I just went to see her, and I will come back when she is emotionally stable."
After she finished speaking, the man didn't respond at all.
The hand on her waist also remained motionless.
Ye Qingluo was helpless, followed his hand, and found a comfortable position in his arms: "Then... Lord Emperor Zun, come with me?"
Di Moxuan still didn't answer.
He strangled her waist forcefully with his long arms.
Bowing his head, he pressed his lips to her earlobe.
The voice is low and hoarse, very sexy: "Did you forget something?"
forgot what
Ye Qingluo blinked in a daze.
A man's hoarse smile floated above his head.
It's just this smile, Ye Qingluo inexplicably heard something...
Dangerous breath!
Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled suddenly, instinctively smelling danger, and wanted to push the man away.
But the next moment.
The man opened his mouth directly and bit her earlobe.
Ye Qingluo snorted, her little hands clenched the man's robe.
"What... what are you doing!" Ye Qingluo's face was immediately stained with smoky red.
She really wanted to break free from the man's grip.
This kind of restraint, seems to be evil, tempting her for something.
Especially when the man bit her earlobe.
She couldn't control her numbness, like an electric shock.
Let her mind go blank for a moment.
All the strength in his body seemed to be drained.
The heart, thumping, kept beating faster.
It was as if he couldn't control himself at all.
"Before the grand ceremony, someone seems to have promised this deity something?" Di Moxuan grabbed the back of her head to prevent her from dodging.
His teeth were still biting Ye Qingluo's earlobe.
While speaking, the warm breath continuously drilled into her cochlea.
Ye Qingluo's delicate body trembled non-stop.
His whole body was limp, and his eyelashes were wet with tears.
She was tortured and was about to go crazy, her mind was dizzy: "I... what did I promise you..."
"Let the deity dispose of it, including... sleeping with you."
Di Moxuan lowered his voice, sounding very happy.
The girl's youthful and honest reaction put Di Moxuan in a good mood.
His big palm clasped Ye Qingluo's waist, let go of her ears, and smiled again: "I have already done what I promised you... Then, it's time to get the reward."
Ye Qingluo struggled a little: "This... we can talk about it later, talk about it later..."
"This deity is impatient." Di Moxuan resolutely refused.
Ye Qingluo paused: "It won't be long, just one stick of incense, the time of one stick of incense! Okay..."