There was only Xiyao in the room. She was sitting on the soft couch sulking. After hearing this, she looked towards Murong Lingyun and shouted angrily: "What the hell are you calling! This princess is not dead yet!"
Murong Lingyun swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "There are words on your face..."
Xiyao glanced at him sideways, raised her hand and touched her face, but instantly she felt her fingertips touch an uneven bump.
Her heart sank, and she quickly stood up and walked towards the dressing table.
In the mirror, she saw her proud face, with several large, twisted dark red characters - Ugly - growing out of it.
"ah--"
"Who! Who ruined this princess's face! Ahhh!"
A sharp cracking sound came from Xiyao's mouth.
She slapped the table with her hands angrily, shaking all the rouge and gouache on the table to the ground.
Murong Lingyun licked his lips, disgust flashed in his eyes.
He likes Xiyao not for her identity or her cultivation, but simply for her stunning face.
Marrying a princess is nothing to show off. What makes other men jealous is marrying the most beautiful princess in the Holy City.
Well now, the princess has turned into an ugly monster.
Murong Lingyun suddenly felt like he had eaten shit. How could he sleep with her in the future?
Xiyao lost her temper, looked at Murong Lingyun suddenly, and shouted sharply: "It's you! The medicine you gave me must have side effects! Get over here to my princess!"
Murong Lingyun narrowed his eyes and walked over, knelt directly in front of Xiyao, and calmly analyzed: "The scars on the princess's face are words. It seems that someone deliberately wrote them on them. Even if the Murong family is capable of treating poisons, It’s impossible to have such ability.”
Xiyao's chest heaved, and she finally regained her sanity.
There was a bright light in her eyes, and she couldn't help but think of her fourth sister's visit to her yesterday.
The fourth sister has always been jealous of her beauty. It must have been the fourth sister who took advantage of her loss of cultivation and hurt her face!
"Murong Lingyun, I order you to heal my face immediately, otherwise I will let my father destroy your entire Murong family!"
Murong Lingyun nodded hurriedly, "I will go back and call the elders of the Murong family into the palace."
He ran away in a panic. One more look at Xiyao's face and he was about to vomit.
............
Feng Cang has been lying in bed for the past two days, and his injuries and toxins are almost healed.
But he had no intention of getting up and was still pretending to be sick.
"Feng Chen." He said to Feng Chen who was sitting far away, "You leave now, recall all the Feng Guard team to the Holy Capital, and then send someone to deliver a message to the border to inform Feng Ting to come back as soon as possible."
Feng Chen's expression changed slightly: "Master, are you ready to..."
"Go." Feng Cang waved at him.
The night is getting dark, but the quiet Holy City is full of skilled figures.
Feng Xingtong was taking a bath, and there was no maid around to serve her.
Suddenly, there was a powerful wave of spiritual power in the air, and a gap seemed to open in the space, and a tall, dark figure tore open the gap and came out.
"Tongtong." Shen Ya's voice was like a clear spring rolling over broken jade, cold and pleasant to the ear.
Seeing clearly the visitor's iconic silver hair and evil handsome face, Feng Xingtong immediately withdrew the spiritual power condensed in her hands, "How did you find this place?"
Di Yeheng was quite tall. He stood on the edge of the bathtub and looked down at the delicate beauty in the water. His Adam's apple couldn't help but slide slightly, "No matter where you are, I can find you."
Feng Xingtong's delicate beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, she lowered her head following the man's intrusive gaze, and saw that her breasts were half exposed out of the water, round, full, and white.
She suddenly sank into the water, raised her little face and glared at Di Yeheng: "You idiot! What are you looking at!"
Di Yeheng had a smile on his thin lips, and slowly lowered his tall figure. He placed his big hands on the edge of the bathtub and looked at Feng Xingtong. His smile was low and he said, "If you say that you are a disciple, Tongtong should be more qualified than me."
Feng Xingtong immediately remembered that she took the initiative to provoke him that day in the cold pool. At that time, she indeed looked like a female gangster.
"Ahem! There was a reason for what happened at that time, weren't you also very proactive?" Feng Xingtong snorted and sank down again, revealing only a pretty porcelain white face.
"I only take the initiative with you." Di Yeheng lowered his eyes and looked at her, stretched out his long slender hand and gently touched Feng Xingtong's cheek, "Only you can enter the formation of Hantan."
Feng Xingtong's whole body was tense and she didn't dare to move. She let the man's slightly cold fingertips rub her cheek. She knew clearly that Di Yeheng was extremely powerful. Before she could figure out what the Demon Lord thought of her, , she tried not to anger him.
Di Yeheng's heart palpitated as he looked at the beautiful face engraved in his blood.
Want to kiss her.
Just like last time, kiss her without restraint.
He leaned forward, and the silver hair on his shoulders fell down into the water. The cold sandalwood scent all over his body became more intense in the warm water vapor, filling Feng Xingtong's breath.
Sensing what the man wanted to do, Feng Xingtong immediately hid back, but unexpectedly, the bottom of the pool was slippery, and she let out a sweet cry and sank into the water.
Di Yeheng's eyes darkened, and he hooked his big hand around her neck, causing the black sleeves of his robe to fall into the water.
Feng Xingtong felt an arm wrapped around her waist, and a hot palm pressed against her back, holding her firmly out of the water.
Instinctively, she grabbed the man's shoulders with her hands, pressed her delicate body tightly into his arms, and hooked her two long legs around his thin waist.
Di Yeheng took two steps in the bathtub, hugged the person and sat on the stone bench under the water, letting her sit astride his lap.
The beauty breathed heavily, water drops slid down her cheeks, and the wet black hair clung to her shoulders, neck and chest.
It also obscures the crucial spring light.
Di Yeheng lowered his eyes and stared at the beautiful scenery in front of him, feeling that those hair strands were particularly annoying.
Feng Xingtong squinted her eyes and let the water droplets on her eyelashes slip down. Then she saw the man's dark eyes staring at something, and her small hands covered with water droplets covered the man's eyes, "Don't look. rogue!"
She kicked her legs and tried to break away from his arms, but she felt the big hands around her waist tightening.
"Ha..." The man's deep smile sounded, causing Feng Xingtong's cheeks to tingle slightly.
The broad palm moved along her back, causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.
Feng Xingtong struggled quickly and patted his arm with her hands, not bothering to cover his eyes, "Di Yeheng, let me go!"
Di Yeheng's narrow eyes were filled with secret desire, and his fingers clasped the back of her neck, forcing her to move closer to him.
"Tongtong, last time you secretly kissed me, you should return it now."
Feng Xingtong's pupils trembled slightly, "You...uh..."
The man's handsome face was approaching, and his thin lips pressed forcefully against hers. Feng Xingtong's precise opening of her lips made it easier for him.
The hot and wet sandalwood poured into her mouth, stirring it wantonly.
It disturbed the spring pool in her heart and confused her heart.
The man kissed her carefully and domineeringly, squeezing the sweet fragrance from her mouth with his thin lips, not caring about her struggles due to lack of oxygen.
"Well--"
Feng Xingtong pinched his neck with her small hands and got a chance to breathe.
Di Yeheng's narrow black eyes were half-squinted, and the black eyes half-covered by eyelashes were filled with lust, and his gaze was frighteningly hot.
Feng Xingtong felt like her skin was being burned through by his sight.
"Tongtong is so cute." The hoarse voice was dyed with desire.
The small white hands attached to his neck were numb by the vibration of his Adam's apple when he spoke.
Feng Xingtong hurriedly let go of her hand, the flush on her face had not faded, "Let go."
Di Yeheng still didn't let go. He pinched her waist and asked, "Tongtong, what is our relationship now?"
Feng Xing's bright phoenix eyes looked to the side, "What's the relationship, I don't understand."
"We already have skin-to-skin contact, shouldn't you be responsible for me?" Di Yeheng stared at her, not missing any expression on her face.
"You are responsible for the responsibility..." The next words were stuck in her throat, and Feng Xingtong was shocked to realize what she had just said.
"Okay, I'm responsible, and I will be responsible to the end." Di Yeheng smiled with satisfaction, and the ends of his narrow eyes were also dyed with joy.
"No, who cares if you are responsible!"
Although Feng Xingtong wanted to take him in because of his lust, she was still rational.
Getting involved with the Demon Lord is not a wise move.
"I am a demon, and I will only recognize one partner in my life. You can't escape." Di Yeheng said warmly, and the handsome man leaned over and kissed her on the side of her face, "Tongtong, I will protect you, It will also protect your family.”
The first half of the sentence sounded like a joke to Feng Xingtong. She didn't believe it. How could the mighty Demon Lord only have one woman?
But the second half of the sentence touched Feng Xingtong's heart, and he said he would protect her family.
Now the Pingyang Marquis Mansion has become a thorn in the emperor's side, and the emperor is worried about the artifact of the Pingyang Marquis Mansion. He is afraid that it will be detrimental to his grandfather, and also to his father who is far away at the border.
If she can get the protection of the Demon Lord, she will definitely be able to protect her grandfather and father and escape safely.
Thinking of this, Feng Xingtong's beautiful eyes looked at Di Yeheng, and two slender arms hooked his neck, "Do you really mean what the Demon Lord said?"
"Seriously, I only love you in this life."
"I'm talking about the second half of the sentence. Will you really protect my family?"
Di Yeheng's heart felt empty and a little sour, but seeing that she no longer resisted his approach, he felt a little happier, "Well, I will protect the people you care about."
Feng Xingtong stared into his eyes and noticed something was wrong, "You hesitated. Do you have any concerns?"
Di Yeheng did have concerns, so he explained: "Tongtong, I can protect them, but I can't kill people. The three realms of humans, gods and demons have always been in harmony with each other. If I kill people, it will alarm the gods."
"So that's it, it doesn't matter, you don't have to kill anyone, you just need to protect my family at critical moments."
The three realms of humans, gods and demons have always been peaceful. As a demon king, Di Yeheng must not be the first to make an exception. She can understand this.
"Did Tongtong promise to let me stay with you?" Di Yeheng's face was filled with joy, and he hugged the person harder with his big hands.
