The poisonous concubine

Chapter 396 Take the sheep by hand [14]

"How do I know?" Feng Duwu gave Yan Ye a blank look, "That was just a hoodwink, okay?"

Yan Ye looked at Feng Duwu's pink face, his eyes and tone were so disrespectful, but it was so cute that it made his hands itch, he wanted to reach out but squeezed it, wondering if it felt like the book he had imagined Soft, delicate and smooth, but Yanye is Yanye after all, with strong self-control, he put his hands behind his back calmly: "I didn't become an emperor until I was 97 years old."

At the age of 97, if anyone in Canaan said that he could become an emperor before he was a hundred years old, he would definitely laugh at the big teeth of all Canaan cultivators. That talent can only be described as defying the sky, but Yan Ye said to Feng Duwu, Feng Duwu immediately Think Yan Ye is too old: "You are really useless, it took 81 years to become emperor from Yuanzong."

Faced with Feng Duwu's contempt, Yan Ye couldn't laugh or cry.One must know that other than him in the last three days, the youngest emperor was two hundred and two years old, and the gap is more than one hundred and eight thousand miles.

"Little girl, maybe your cultivation path is too smooth, so you don't realize the slowness and hard work of cultivation, and you will know in the future." Yan Ye laughed softly, with a conniving tone, "This deity has been named the talent No. It took 1 years, think about how much faster you can practice than the deity, the deity will take you directly for three days, supplemented with the elixir from the Shendan Temple, you will definitely become the emperor in less than 97 years, and you will be proud of the world. "

"That's because you're unlucky." Feng Duwu glanced at Yan Ye, "I've always been lucky. I think I can become an emperor in less than 50 years by myself."

"Hahahaha..." Yan Ye swore that he hadn't smiled so heartily in hundreds of years, "It's true that a newborn calf is not afraid of tigers. Your luck is indeed very good. Meeting this deity is your luck."

Feng Duwu rolled her eyes again when she heard the words: "I thought I was thick-skinned, did I know myself, I always felt good about myself, now I know what is beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people."

"Hahahaha..." Feng Duwu's words caused Yan Ye to laugh again.

"Are my words so funny?" Feng Duwu waited for Yan Ye angrily.

Even though some people are not born with stunning beauty, her every frown and smile is a kind of elegance. This is how Yan Ye feels when he looks at Feng Duwu now, as if Feng Duwu's face is a fusion of thousands of elegance in the world, so vivid that it makes people's heartbeat .

"It's not very funny, but I just can't help it." The smile on the corner of Yan Ye's lips still didn't hold back.

"Don't laugh, your flowers will die if you laugh any more." Feng Duwu felt his palms go cold, and looked down, only to find that the flower heart of Tianyin Zitan had already bloomed, and the pure yin spirit began to leak out, and it was about to wither sign.

"When it withers, it withers, but it's just a flower." Yan Ye stretched out his hand to pluck the petals, and said calmly.

Feng Duwu's face twitched, she really wanted to yell: Tuhao, hug your thighs.

Shit, Tianyin Zitan is nothing more than a flower in this guy's mouth.

Feng Duwu's pained face fell into Yan Ye's eyes, and Yan Ye couldn't help asking: "Do you want it?"

Feng Duwu and honest nods are like garlic.

"Can you subdue it?" Yan Ye touched his chin with his slender fingers.

Feng Duwu shook her head like a rattle with a frustrated face.

Such a cute and playful reaction made Yan Ye let out an intoxicating laugh from his throat.

"Laughing again?" Feng Duwu's face immediately darkened.

Seeing this, Yan Ye couldn't help laughing, and at last he suppressed his smile when he looked at that gloomy little face: "I can give it to you as a gift, but what good does it do me?"

Unknowingly, Yan Ye even changed his name, but Feng Duwu didn't notice, his small face wrinkled into a steamed bun face: "You are a majestic emperor, you are not ashamed to ask my little Yuan Zong for benefits."

"Could it be that the emperor should bear the burden of hard work?" Yan Ye raised the corners of his eyes, and the crimson eyes overflowed with light, sparkling and moving.

Feng Duwu was choked, and hummed lightly: "Then what do you want?"

"What do you have?" Yan Ye asked back.

"Don't whine like a woman, tell me quickly! My flowers are about to wither!" Feng Duwu felt the coolness in his hands lighten up, looked down at the petals starting to fall one by one, and roared angrily .

Yan Ye was taken aback by Feng Duwu's yelling, no one had yelled at him like that in hundreds of years, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"What are you afraid of? I didn't owe you, I didn't beg you, and I didn't offend you. Could it be that you can eat people?" Feng Duwu looked at two more petals falling, feeling very upset.

"Maybe I can really eat people?" An ambiguous light flashed in Yan Ye's eyes.

Feng Duwu looked down at the flowers by himself, but didn't look at Yan Ye at all. When he heard Yan Ye's words, he retorted: "Do you think you are a monster?"

"Do you still want flowers?" Yan Ye dislikes people comparing him to a monster. The person who said this last time has been dead for hundreds of years, and he died after being tortured. Naturally, Feng Duwu He has no temper, but also has a straight face.

"You're talking nonsense. I've said many times that I want this flower. If you want to make an offer, just say so. If you drag on, my words will wither. You don't want to get any benefit!" Feng Duwu glared at Yan Ye.

Yan Ye thought for a while and said, "Then you can trade you for flowers."

"Impossible." Feng Duwu gritted his teeth, "A flower is like letting Miss Ben sell herself, don't even think about it, you bastard!"

"Ahem..." Clenching his hands into fists, Yan Ye coughed lightly twice, "You misunderstood, what I mean is that during the time in Cangyun, you have been by my side ever since."

This is Yan Ye's real thought, he just wants someone who can make him feel at ease, comfortable and happy by his side.

"It's that simple?" Feng Duwu looked at Yan Ye suspiciously.

Faced with the deep defense in those pair of black and white, extremely clear black eyes, Yan Ye couldn't help showing a wicked smile: "If you don't want to be simple, I can do it too hard."

"Dream!" Feng Duwu was in a hurry, and stepped on Yan Ye's foot.

What is Yan Ye's cultivation level? How many people can get close to him?But he had no intention of dodging, he just let Feng Duwu step on him, and then looked down at a faint footprint on his delicate boots: "With your attitude, do you still want flowers?"

"Then...can I be wrong?" Feng Duwu lowered her head and said.

Yan Ye smiled and didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to hold the withered Tianyin Zitan with only a flower heart left, and the colorful spirits spread out, wrapping the flower including the rhizome.

Soon, the originally withered flowers grew plump and jade-like petals, and soon recovered, even more beautiful than before. The petals were thicker and more luxurious than before, and the purple was more luxurious, just like rebirth from ashes. It's generally hard to move your eyes away.

[[-] words are finished today, no more changes in the early morning, see you at seven o'clock tomorrow night]

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