Bing Shen's face instantly darkened, "You don't need to worry about my affairs, so you just say whether you agree to this deal or not?"
"Okay, okay!" Vulcan smiled nonchalantly, "Since you are so confident, you might as well do a trade."
"As an old friend for many years, I just want to remind you." Vulcan smiled a bit jokingly, "With the behavior of your little lover, he has been indifferent to you for so many years."
"I think he's either not good at it, or he's not interested in you at all."
"Shut up!" Bing Shen yelled in anger.
The Vulcan shrugged, put away the beauty snowflakes, and threw a pellet of fire to the Ice God with a snap of his fingers.
"Bingyi, I am also doing this for your own good. I advise you not to use a bamboo basket to fetch water in vain!"
"Just mind your own business." Bing Shen sneered and turned around, "There is no need for you to interfere in my affairs."
Vulcan curled his lips, then shouted with a smile behind her, "Bingyi, use that fire slowly, it's very powerful!"
No matter what kind of chaste, martyr, or noble son you are, when you meet his kind of fire, no matter how strong your willpower is, you can't resist it, so just play.
Vulcan thought for a while and then chased out the door and said with a smile, "Bingyi, I advise you to use it after the ceremony! So as not to miss a grand music ceremony!"
What responded to him was the indifferent sound of the wind and Bingyi's long gone figure.
"What are you pretending to be?" Vulcan snorted, "Aren't you just a poor person who can't get love? It's useless to pretend to be as noble and indifferent as the God of Light. You are not the God of Light after all."
"Lord Ice God."
"Lord Ice God."
Bingyi nodded lightly along the way and walked past the servants without even a glance from the corner of her eye.
She hurried back to the Ice Temple, and the moment she stepped through the door, her steps slowed down.
The maid Dansu came forward to greet you, bowed and said: "See you, sir."
Bingyi nodded, suddenly stopped and asked, "How is the young master today?"
"Everything is normal, sir. The young master also drank a cup of clear water today than usual."
"Really?" Bingyi's frown relaxed, and there was a hint of joy in the corner of her mouth, "I'll go see him."
Dansu hurriedly lowered his head and followed Bingyi to the back hill of the Ice Temple Garden.
The cave was decorated into a luxurious mansion, with many flowers and plants planted at the entrance.
The stone door at the entrance of the cave was closed tightly, but the flowers and plants in front of the door were growing lushly.
Dansu stepped forward and pressed the switch next to the stone door.
Shimen slowly lifted it up for a few minutes, and saw several wine glasses being thrown out from inside, accompanied by a cold and clear voice, "Get out."
Bingyi's hand holding the ecstasy fire tightened slightly.
She couldn't remember the exact number of years!
All I know is that he has always had this attitude from the beginning to the end. He doesn't even want to look at himself, and his eyes are full of disgust.
How many ten or twenty years can a life last?
She didn't want to sit alone in the empty boudoir and wait indefinitely!
Is this also wrong?
Dansu pursed his lips, with a numb expression on his face, and subconsciously looked up at Lord Ice God.
"Let's go." Bingyi took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "Young Master is not in a good mood today, so we'd better not disturb him too much. Let's come see him again after the God's Descendance Ceremony."
Dansu breathed a sigh of relief.
She was really afraid that Lord Ice God would rush in regardless and have another tough battle with the master.
When the time comes, it will always be the Ice God's master who gets angry, and it will always be the servants like them who get angry.