Deviating from the World: The Dark-bellied Demon Venerable is too presumptuous

Chapter 247 Beaten Up
Wu Ya glanced at Xiao Lanyue nervously, "I will send you what I said just now, curiosity killed the cat, don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

Xiao Lanyue raised her eyebrows, and turned to look at Ling Yehuang, "You also have something you don't want to mention, I'm really curious."

When ordinary people ask something, they seldom ask in front of the rightful owner. Xiao Lanyue is doing the opposite. If she can't ask, she will ask the rightful owner.

Ling Yehuang's eyes flickered, her thin lips that were slashed by a knife slowly lifted up, and her pair of dark eyes were as bright as stars in the night sky, "You want to know?".

"Of course, if you're willing to say something." Xiao Lanyue raised her eyebrows. It's so easy to ask, so it's not like she can't say it.

Just after these words fell, she suddenly found that the air pressure around her became lower, as if something was pressing over her.

Ling Yehuang supported the wall behind her with one hand, and lifted her long hair hanging in front of her with the other, with a smile on her lips, "But I don't want to say it now, what do you want?".

The hot air full of masculinity was sprayed on Xiao Lanyue's face, and Ling Yehuang's breath was all in her nostrils, with a hint of charm, a hint of intoxication, she only felt that her face was hot.

The sharp and handsome face in front of her was so close to her, so close that she seemed to be able to clearly see the fine hairs on his face, and his skin was fair.

"It's fine if I don't want to talk about it, but I still want to praise you, your skin is really good." In order to hide her embarrassment, Xiao Lanyue couldn't help but look away, and then she remembered something and pushed Ling Yehuang away.

Wait, why does she feel that this sentence is so familiar, it seems like when she said it, but she can't remember it.

Ling Yehuang's memory couldn't help but go back to that day, Xiao Lanyue's eyes were as charming as silk, with a fatal temptation in her purity, just when Xiao Lanyue turned her head away, he saw her delicate and white neck, and his eyes became deep.

"You're not bad either," Ling Yehuang said by accident, sitting in the seat, with a calm look.

Seeing this, Xiao Lanyue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the pressure this man put on her was not normal, as soon as she got close, she felt that she couldn't speak and think well.

Sure enough, that sentence is right, she is beautiful, and she is still hard to resist this charm after thinking about the precipitation of her two lives. It seems that she still needs a lot of practice.

"Huh? Where is the bloody smell coming from?" Xiao Lanyue frowned slightly, and took a breath into the air. If anyone was injured, there must be a killer approaching.

The two of them thought about it, and their eyes fell on Wu Ya at the same time.

Wu Ya calmly picked up the handkerchief and wiped the tip of his nose, "I can't help it, your actions just now were too violent, and I'm still a child, so I inevitably lost my sense of proportion."

As soon as he said this, he was in a tragedy. Before he could hold his head, Xiao Lanyue and Ling Yehuang threw it out with a mirror handkerchief and ointment.

Standing on the road outside the carriage with the things firmly in hand, Wu Ya looked helpless, put the things back into the ring, and sat on the side of the carriage.

"My lord, are you alright?" the middle-aged man asked with concern.

Wu Ya waved his hand, "It's okay, your son, I'm fine", he narrowed his eyes and smiled, pretending to be normal.

"Hiss! It hurts a bit."

The middle-aged man's ".", this reflex arc is a bit long.

Xiao Lanyue and Ling Yehuang inside fell into embarrassment for a moment, and the whole carriage was suddenly very quiet.

Wu Ya, who didn't learn the lesson, still leaned close to the curtain with a curious look, listening to the movement in the carriage, he didn't see that the middle-aged man had shown sympathy in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)