"Somewhat interested!" Yue Qingqing did not hide her thoughts.

The candlelight shook, and the person who was originally sitting next to her had disappeared in the room.

He is worthy of being the lord of Xuantian Palace, and it is indeed unfathomable.

Yue sighed softly. She also wanted to learn to decorate mysterious homes. It seems that pretending mysterious also requires capital.

And strength is the greatest capital.

After half a cup of tea, Duanmuchen returned to the room, holding a golden silk thread in his hand, and there was blood on the thread.

Yue gently twitched his forehead: "Your Highness Chen, you didn't hold it down with brute force, right?"

"Of course, save time and effort!"

Yue Qingqing couldn't help but tremble. Couldn't Xie Suwu be cut off her head so pitifully, right?

Duanmuchen reached out and flicked her forehead, and said angrily: "What are you thinking? You just leave a hole in her neck!"

But the hole was a little deep and it seemed to hurt the artery, but what's the matter with him? As long as Qing'er doesn't wait for a long time, it's fine.

Yue Qingqing's forehead was covered with red marks. She raised her hand and rubbed it silently, saying: violence/force!

Duanmuchen looked at her big watery eyes, and his heart suddenly became soft, and his warm fingertips gently rubbed the mark until the red mark faded.

Yue Qingqing looked at him for a moment, and the obsidian-like eyes were only clear in her shadow. Her heartstrings were inexplicably plucked hard.

I have always enjoyed the taste of pampering. It turns out that the taste is so beautiful that it makes her want to indulge in it.

"Qinger, look!" Duanmuchen opened his five fingers, and a key that seemed to be made of pure gold appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Is it just the key to the small vault?" Yue Qingqing was a little disappointed, thinking it was an existence similar to a Horcrux.

Duanmu Chen had a vague guess in his heart, but he wanted to give Yue Qingqing a surprise, so he didn't say it out loud.

"It aroused the coveting of the Second Young Master of the Mo family. That small treasury is extraordinary. Ye Meng is so short of money, so Qing'er will put it away first!"

Duanmu Chen's slightly teasing voice made Yue gently embarrassed, and rolled her eyes in anger: "Your Highness Chen, you are a full man and don't know that you are hungry. The Ye Alliance wants to strengthen your stool and recruit your subordinates. Nowadays, those masters are all adults. Who will surrender to you without any benefit?"

At that time, she joined the Killer League for money, but the high-priced tasks were all life-and-death tasks. If she hadn't been lucky, she would have died to make money.

"I can!" Duanmuchen rubbed her forehead, his eyes full of distress, "Can I join Yemeng, okay?"

Yue Qingqing was stunned for a moment. The Lord of Xuantian Palace joined the Ye Alliance? Doesn’t that mean that Xuantian Palace will be merged into the Ye Alliance? Doesn’t it mean that everyone in Xuantian Palace will be sent to her in the future?

Yue Qingqing had created a force, and she knew how difficult it was. She tried hard to help Xiao Juhua, a god-defying thing, and the Night Alliance and Night City as the foundation, so she developed into a third-rate force.

It is conceivable how much effort it has been spent on Duanmu Chen to develop to the present.

But now, he said so unrestrainedly. Duanmu Chen, don’t be so touching, okay? I can’t help but fall in love with you!

Yue Qingqing's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

"Qing'er, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Duanmu Chen was at a loss, and finally just hugged her and patted her back gently.

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Chapter completed!