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Chapter 4917

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Her outstretched hand.

She was held by the man's large palm.

Beside her ear was his deep, husky, and mellow laughter.

It made Ye Qing Luo's heart itch.

She pushed him away and jumped onto the bed. Leaning against the headboard, she hugged her knees and glared at him. "In times of crisis, we need to build a harmonious socialism. Prosperity, democracy, literacy, harmony, freedom …"

"Stop flirting with me! Socialist core values do not allow it! "

Di Mo Xuan: "…" There was a faint melancholy that he didn't know where to start from.

Ye Qing Luo put on a serious face: "That Qing Ge, can you really trust her?"

Di Mo Xuan sat down beside her, "There's no need to believe me, I just need her position in the Palace of Nether Gloom to make it easier for me to move around."

"I think … there's something about her that makes me feel very uncomfortable." Ye Qing Luo shifted her body over and leaned on him, "It's better to be careful. If your honey trap fails and she bites back, we'll be in deep trouble."

Di Mo Xuan's thin lips curled up frivolously as he glanced sideways at her and pinched her little face, "My Little Luo 'er is really getting more and more powerful."

Ye Qing Luo grabbed his hand, "You've long sensed it?"

"Yes." Di Mo Xuan held her little hand and pinched it in his palm, "Her motive should be the same as the person behind the Nether Palace, we don't have to interfere."

"Sit on top of the mountain and watch the tigers fight?" Ye Qing Luo raised her brows as her pink lips curled into a teasing smile, "Are we going to sit back and reap the benefits?"

Di Mo Xuan's fingers which were pinching her little hand paused as he looked at her solemnly, "You can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, but don't think of reaping the benefits of the fisherman."

"You don't have to care about the dispute between the two forces."

Ye Qing Luo didn't ask why as her long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, "Then, what about you?"

Di Mo Xuan froze for a moment and pulled her into his arms, "Don't worry about me, I won't do things that I'm not sure of."

"That is to say …. you will participate in their dispute." Ye Qing Luo's head leaned against his chest, her voice didn't reveal much emotion.

Di Mo Xuan's arms tightened, "Because … I have no choice but to interfere."

She could hear the hoarseness and nervousness in the man's voice.

She reached out and circled his waist.

She pressed her face against his chest.

He listened to the heartbeat in his ears.

She sighed softly and said, "But, do you think … this is something that I can not participate in just because I don't want to?"

Di Mo Xuan was silent.

Ye Qing Luo's little head arched slightly, "Ah Xuan, if their motive is all for the God Emperor's Tomb … then there's absolutely no lack of me ….."

"As my mother's daughter, this is my unavoidable fate."

"Ah Xuan, I know … you will definitely protect me, so I'm not worried at all."

The man's low sigh floated down from above.

The two of them hugged each other and did not speak again.



The next day.

Calculating the time, it should be morning.

The base of the Palace of Darkness was still dark.

Outside the door, a large red lantern flickered and emitted an extremely faint light.

Under the darkness.

A ray of light approached from afar and stopped at the door of the room.

An elegant and pleasant voice came from the door, "Lord Di Zun, can you get up now? I asked the kitchen to prepare some of your favorite breakfast dishes. "

Ye Qing Luo's charming eyes rose as she looked at Di Mo Xuan without blinking.

The young lady's death stare made Di Mo Xuan's body stiffen.

Just as he was about to reject her, the young lady's soft voice rang first, "Miss Qing Ge has the heart, then I'll have to trouble Miss Qing Ge to send the breakfast in."

Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Lord Di Zun, please be gentler with your love for everyone to collect: () Seventh Miss Who Likes Trash: Lord Di Zun, please be gentler with your love for me.

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