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Chapter 55 Unexpectedly, the Demon Lord is quite thrifty!

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    Wu Ya tilted his pointed mouth, and was about to sneak a kiss to her while the Xuanfeng was not watching, but happened to be bumped into by Jing Zhe who was walking towards him.

    "Quickly shut up. If you peck, you will poke a hole in Emperor Xiantian's face." Jing Zhe had quick eyes and quick hands, and firmly pressed Wu Ya's mouth.

    "snort!"

    Wuya snorted, and muttered indistinctly through his tightly pressed pointed mouth, "I don't want to kiss her! My first kiss and my first night are all from Your Majesty."

    Xuanfeng chuckled lightly, his mind was full of images of the black dragon "fighting" the crow.

    Wu Ya suddenly turned his head, squinted at Xuan Fengqian who was looking forward to Liuguang's sweet smile, and inadvertently looked straight at him.

    "Jing Zhe, do you think she is prettier or I am prettier?"

    It lightly tugged Jing Zhe's arm and acted coquettishly.

    On the one hand, it is extremely eager to be affirmed by Jing Zhe.

    On the other hand, it is very envious of Xuan Fengqian's excellent skin in his heart.

    Jing Zhe stuffed the Linghua Mirror into Wuya's arms casually, and responded perfunctorily, "Is there even a need to say that? The number one beauty of the Bird Clan is well-deserved."

    "Gah! You have a good eye, kid."

    Wu Ya tilted his head slightly, stared seriously at the head of Mori Shiro in the Linghua mirror, secretly delighted, "My God, why am I so good-looking!"

    "I don't know where your confidence comes from!"

    Jing Zhe shook his head helplessly, then handed Xuanfeng Qian the clothes that Leng Ye had just changed, "Xiantian Emperor Ji, I'm sorry to trouble you."

    Xuanfeng looked at the blood-stained robe in his arms, and said in bewilderment: "This robe seems to have been soaked in blood. How can it be washed clean without using immortal methods? Even if it is washed clean, the smooth satin material will be worn down.  It doesn't look like it. Are you sure Mozun is willing to wear a robe that can be washed and faded?"

    "nature."

    Jingzhe smiled hotly, and replied with great certainty.

    "Unexpectedly, the demon king is quite frugal."

    Xuanfeng shrugged slightly, the left and right are just a robe, she just needs to wash it.

    Jingzhe smiled but said nothing, and led Xuanfengqian to the well in the side courtyard of Ziyou Palace modestly and politely.

    Xuan Fengqian sat down on the low bench, quickly rolled up his sleeves, and spread the blood-stained robe in front of him.

    Seeing a ball of wet white material hidden in the bloody robe, she mistook it for the handkerchief that Leng Ye carried with her, so she threw it into the bucket and rubbed it with clean water.

    After she realized that the ball of clothing in her hand was actually the obscene pants that Leng Ye had just changed, her entire face turned green in a flash.

    "Is this thing going to be washed too?"

    She frowned, and held up the corner of her panties with two fingers, shaking them in front of Jing Zhe.

    Jing Zhe smiled embarrassingly, and said softly, "Naturally."

    Xuanfeng shook it aside with disgust, and said angrily: "It's filthy, I don't want to wash it."

    Because of these obscene pants, she suddenly recalled the rough behavior of the cold night in her dream.

    Although, the disaster foreseen in the dream did not really fall on her.

    But she was frightened after all, and she didn't want to touch the clothes he wore right now.

    Jing Zhe showed distress, and Tete squatted in front of Xuanfengqian, and said in a low voice: "If Diji angered the Demon Lord because of such a trivial matter, the loss outweighs the gain."

    "Can"

    Xuan Fengqian knew that Jing Zhe was putting herself in her shoes, but she really couldn't overcome the shadow in her heart.

    This is like after being violated by someone, you have to wash away those filthy traces as if nothing had happened.

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