After they came in, Young Master Holy Spirit's eyes lingered on Bai Ye vaguely.
Sikong Xie asked for marriage when his father was critically ill, and they got pregnant first and then got married. For some people with evil intentions, this was a great joy!
What's surprising is Bai Ye's reaction.
Seeing him asking, Bai Ye looked back with a relaxed expression and admitted: "Not bad, can you give me any advice?"
No pretense, no nonsense.
The Holy Spirit Master shook his head, looking very regretful: "The girl looks so innocent, but she did such a wrong thing, which goes against the purpose of my Holy Spirit. It is really a pity."
"What did you say?"
Sikong Xie's eyes narrowed, his coldness released, and he glanced at Mr. Holy Spirit unabashedly. He was no longer as polite as before, as if he would immediately go up and crush him to death if he dared to say anything irritating next.
Di Yun's clean fingertips gently tapped the armrest of the chair, and there was a dark wave in his fox eyes.
His woman is pregnant with his child, when do you need this kind of preaching!
Bai Ye's soothing eyes came to him, suppressing his anger that was about to burst out.
Although Sikong Miao on the side did not speak, when he heard this Feng Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at him unkindly. At the same time, he glanced at the other two people from the corner of his eyes, completely on guard.
Young Master Holy Spirit shook his head and sighed, looking at Bai Ye with his expression still compassionate and peaceful.
"The girl seems to be a smart person. Although she has made a big mistake, if she wants to repent, she might as well go to the branch hall with me to sincerely atone for her sins and practice, and bathe in the light of the Holy Spirit until the day of childbirth. The Holy Spirit will definitely show mercy.
lower……"
"Thank you!" Bai Ye frowned and interrupted his words, suppressing his irritation. This man talked very much like Tang Monk!
She smiled coldly: "The Holy Son is so polite! But you are mistaken. This is a private matter between my husband and I. It has nothing to do with the Holy God, so there is no need to disturb others!"
Seeing her insistent refusal, Mr. Holy Spirit's eyes turned, and he finally shook his head and stopped talking.
Murong Ruixuan and Wang Yufeng, who were standing next to them, saw that the atmosphere was getting colder, and they hurriedly smiled to smooth things over. They were just praising Bai Ye for being brave enough to love and hate, and saying that Sikong Xie was really lucky to have such a good wife.
Sikong Xie sat deeply on the chair, not even a single word coming out of his mouth.
Hot cheeks pressed against cold buttocks, their eyes flashed, and they smiled stiffly and prepared to say goodbye.
When they turned around, they saw Di Yun lazily leaning on the chair. Their breathing couldn't help but be stagnant. They couldn't think of any words to describe this painting-like appearance.
Di Yun curled his lips with a half-smile, and looked away disdainfully.
He deliberately suppressed his own strength, and Murong Ruixuan and the others did not notice it.
But in their opinion, this man has the noble temperament of a born superior. For some reason, they have the illusion of kneeling down to worship. It was not until they felt the strength of the early martial saint in him that they felt that they were overthinking it.
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This kind of strength is like rubbish in Yun Zhongtian. He is just waiting to be trampled on anytime and anywhere. How can he be a powerful person at the top?
After the uninvited guests left, Sikong Miao looked at Bai Ye worriedly: "I'm afraid these people came with bad intentions, and they must be here for you today. Even if they leave now, I'm afraid there will be big trouble in the future. Just stay here for the next few days.
Here, don’t go shopping anywhere, let’s check the situation first!”