"No, no, no..." Hua Xiyue shook her head, feeling confused.
In her heart, she will always be with Jia Ruo no matter whether she is in poverty or death, and she will never marry someone else after Jia Ruo dies...
"You don't agree? Aren't you afraid that he will die now?" Ye Sang's eyes flickered, and bitterness spread in his heart.
Does this damn stinky fox hate himself so much?
I would rather watch Jiaruo die than agree to marry me.[
Is it because she doesn’t love Garuo enough? Or is she too bad?
Hua Xiyue knelt on the ground again with a 'plop', and grabbed the hem of his clothes with her little hands: "Yesang, please change another condition... please!"
She kowtowed again.
Ye Sang looked at her coldly, his emotions and internal energy surging uncontrollably.
He hit an icicle next to him with his palm.
With a crash, the icicles shattered into powder, and snow and mist filled the air, shrouding the figures of the three people.
Hua Xiyue trembled slightly and subconsciously hugged Jiaruo's cold body to protect him from the ice and snow debris.
Ye Sang closed his eyes slightly, he, the demon king, had really failed.
For thousands of years, other banshees have been haunting him one after another.
Now he finally fell in love with someone, but he couldn't get it despite all his efforts...
Hua Xiyue looked at him tremblingly, wondering why he suddenly lost his temper.
Ye Sang opened his eyes and saw Hua Xiyue looking at him like a frightened rabbit, but with a stubborn look on her face.
The wind on this hillside was biting and freezing.
Hua Xiyue was originally afraid of the cold, so it was okay to have thick fur when she was a fox.
Now she has turned into a human body, her clothes are thin, and she is shivering in the cold wind. Her originally pink and tender mouth is blue from the cold...
"It's okay not to marry me, then agree to have a romantic night with me. I will save him!"
Ye Sang suddenly took a step forward and was so close to her that their faces almost touched each other. His deep black eyes were full of coquettishness, seeming to look into the depths of her soul. He slowly stated another condition.