Not waiting for Long Ao to flare up.
Ye Qing Luo had already raised her eyes, her long and narrow eyes were filled with ridicule and ridicule.
She looked at Huang Wuyou, her tone was slightly cold, without much emotion, "Palace of Darkness …. The real Palace Lord, why do I feel that you're so sour when I hear your words?"
"Why, are you regretting hurting my mother, regretting hurting this daughter of yours?"
"Do you feel that you've lived for thousands of years, but you're still alone, with no one close to you, no one whom you can trust, that's very pitiful, very sad, right?"
"What a pity …. people like you, people without a heart, are destined to be …. alone, until you die, you'll be alone!"
The young lady's voice was clear, every word was enunciated clearly.
Not much emotion.
But unfortunately, this made one feel the ridicule in the young lady's tone.
Every word was like a sharp blade, directly piercing into Huang Wuyou's heart.
Huang Wuyou's eyes, turned darker and darker.
That handsome face, was filled with emotions, contorting, gradually turning sinister.
His malicious cold eyes, swept towards Ye Qing Luo.
It was just a simple action.
But it seemed to have gathered a majestic and powerful energy, suppressing her to the point that even breathing was a little difficult.
Ye Qing Luo's face, turned slightly pale.
The action of bandaging Long Ao's wound, was slightly stagnant.
"Feng family's lass ….." Long Ao frowned, as he spoke in a low voice, as he turned his hand to support Ye Qing Luo's slightly trembling petite body.
But his hand was pressed down by the young lady's hand.
She said calmly, "Don't move, I don't want to waste my medicine."
Saying that, she continued the action of her hand, as her cold voice rippled, "Being poked in the heart, turning angry from embarrassment?"
She couldn't even be bothered to raise her brows, not looking at Huang Wuyou's expression, but continued on her own, "Palace Lord of Darkness, aren't you representing my father's identity, to thank Long Ao? What's the use of verbal thanks? Why not give me some practical thank-you, at least let me see …. how much sincerity you, who claims to be my father, has. "
His voice fell on the last word.
Ye Qing Luo had already bandaged Long Ao's wound.
Retracting her hand, she casually raised her eyebrows and looked at Huang Wuyou.
When she met Huang Wuyou's eyes, which were filled with raging waves of shock, the expression on her face dimmed slightly, but she did not have much of a reaction.
"Heh …"
Huang Wuyou let out a light chuckle, his thin lips curling into a sinister smile, "This mouth of yours … is much more powerful than your mother's."
He stared at Ye Qing Luo's face which was extremely similar to Feng Ge's, as his eyes revealed an undetectable madness.
Once again, his thin lips moved slightly as the words that came out of his mouth were cold and sinister. "It's better to be like your mother … at least you know how to be obedient."
Ye Qing Luo's sharp senses caught a flash of madness in his eyes when he stared at her earlier.
She frowned and could not hide the disgust in her eyes. "Palace Master of the Palace of Darkness, do you know what you look like now?"
Without waiting for Huang Wuyou to reply.
She gave a direct answer, "Like a … panic-stricken mad dog."
Panicking out of fear?
Huang Wuyou's face turned cold, "What a joke! Just based on the two of you, you think you can make This Seat panic?! "
This phrase, was really ridiculous.
"This Seat's obedient daughter, surely you don't think that …. after obtaining the so-called God Emperor's inheritance, you can really override This Seat's head? You're This Seat's daughter …. Your innate talent, how could it possibly surpass This Seat's? "
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