Rumor has it that Ye Mohan is a master of the piano and can control hundreds of ghosts with his music, shocking the world.
It's just that in the past 90,000 years, Ye Mohan has only played in front of people once, which has become a pity for the masters of Qin Dao.
Ye Mohan's ambition is not here, he only wants to kill and fight!
Baili Mingyan's eyes are sparkling, she is so delicate after applying makeup and powder, her skin can be broken by blows, and she also has the shyness of a daughter. Her apricot eyes are full of autumn, and paired with that colorful dress, she is like a flower of wealth in the world.
Chu Yue leaned on the chair, half-squinted her sharp eyes, looked at the affectionate Baili Mingyan, and touched her chin lazily.
In Shennong's space, Xuanyuan Xiu, who was still holding the rag given by the old man of Yashan to study, suddenly said with indignation: "Little Yezi, if someone is here to seduce your man, why don't you kill her to death."
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes filled with coldness, looking at ease.
"Your Highness?"
Baili Mingyan didn't get a response for a long time, so she shouted again in a low voice. It was Wu Nong's gentle whisper, and her voice was as soft as a whisper in her ears.
Ye Mohan's expression was arrogant, as if covered with cold frost, and his narrow purple eyes were filled with danger.
He was silent and said nothing.
The blood protector on the back lazily walked out with his sword in his arms, looking at Baili Mingyan impatiently, "My highness is a family man, and he doesn't want to talk to an unknown woman from outside, which will make my wife unhappy.
Oh, girl, you can’t afford to pay for it even if you have ten lives.”
Baili Mingyan's face was as pale as paper, her arms trembled, and tears seemed to fall from her eyes.
She looked at Ye Mohan complicatedly, expecting Ye Mohan to speak up for her in public just like he did to Ye Chuyue.
Ye Mohan ignored it as if he hadn't heard anything.
There was a smile in the man's eyes, and his long and warm hands gently held Chu Yue's little hand under the glass table.
The moment Chu Yue raised her eyes, she stuffed the sweet cake into Chu Yue's mouth. Before Chu Yue could react, she stuffed another sweet cake.
As a result, Chu Yue's cheeks on both sides were slightly bulging, making her look a bit more indescribably cute than usual.
The corners of Ye Mohan's lips slightly raised, and when he smiled charmingly, his eyes seemed to be filled with thousands of stars.
He curled up his long fingers and gently scratched the tip of Chu Yue's nose, then leaned into Chu Yue's ear and said, "For my husband, I will only play the piano for A Chu in this life."
The rest of the women can at most make him draw his sword and drink blood.
She stared at the man motionless, his fox-like smile reflected in her eyes, and she suddenly became a little angry.
It seemed like she never wanted to lose this man for the rest of her life.
Leng Qingshuang and Yan Nanji stared at Chu Yue, who had cute bulging cheeks, with wide eyes, and quickly bumped Yan Nanji with her elbow, who only knew how to eat.
"Is this mother still my Xiaoyue'er?"
Leng Qingshuang asked suspiciously: "Where is Mr. Ye's glory? This is simply because his husband is weak."
Yan Nanji quietly stuffed the valuable wine glasses and teacups into her bag while eating haphazardly.
Hearing this, Yan Nanji rolled her eyes, "Didn't I say that the Protector of Human Blood has his own moments of tenderness? Why are you worrying so much?"
Said.
Yan Nanji stuffed the wine glass in front of Leng Qingshuang into the bag, "Do you still want this? I don't want to take it away."
After Leng Qingshuang was slightly stunned, she immediately looked at Yan Nanji with disdain.
After all, he is also the son of a powerful family. He looks as if he has never seen money in his eight lifetimes. He is a total embarrassment to his junior sister.