It was at this time that Di Xuan pushed Xia Qinghe.
Xia Qinghe was angry and nervous, and her heart almost jumped out of her throat. At such a critical moment, she couldn't care less about her shame and disgust towards Di Xuan.
Now Di Xuan has become her only life-saving straw. If those demon cultivators really see it all, she will feel that she is just as dirty in this life as she was in the previous life.
Xia Qinghe threw herself into Di Xuan's arms, subconsciously wrapped her arms around Di Xuan's waist, and pressed against him tightly.
"Damn stinky man, hurry up and hug me."
Di Xuan held back his laughter and said, "Isn't it bad that men and women can only accept each other but not be intimate with each other?"
Xia Qinghe: "..."
Haha, now do you know what it means to accept or not kiss between men and women? Why didn't you see the slightest hesitation when you shattered my clothes?
Xia Qinghe's voice came out from between her teeth:
"I even gave birth to a son to a bitch like you. Isn't it too late for you to say that men and women should not have sex?"
"Oh! It turns out that you also knew that you gave birth to a son for me. I thought you gave birth to someone else, which made me, the biological father of the child, look like an enemy."
"Can you talk less nonsense?"
Emperor Xuan smiled, he actually didn't talk much, the reason for teasing him was because he was forced by Xia Qinghe, a crazy woman.
"It was you who begged me this time, and it was you who took the initiative to throw yourself into my arms. It was you who held my waist and refused to let me hold you tight. Don't let me save you and then turn your back on me."
Di Xuan's words left Xia Qinghe speechless.
He tightened his arms to encircle Xia Qinghe's body in his arms, and wrapped Xia Qinghe tightly in his broad cloak, leaving only her head exposed.
Xia Qinghe buried her entire face in Di Xuan's arms, fearing that the demon cultivators would see her.
She prayed in her heart that those demon cultivators would leave quickly, but the strange thing was that those people neither approached nor left, and kept lingering ten feet away from her and Di Xuan.
Di Xuan's endurance was astonishing, and he was feeling funny in his heart, but it didn't show on his face at all. However, the smile never faded from his purple eyes, which showed that he was in a good mood.
The two of them were suspended above the sky, motionless. The occasional wind that lifted the hem of Di Xuan's clothes would startle Xia Qinghe.
She was like a frightened bird, always on tenterhooks at the slightest sign of trouble, fearing that she would be exposed accidentally.
Under such conditions, the only person she could rely on was Di Xuan, the culprit.
The two of them stayed together for a long time. Xia Qinghe glanced at the demon cultivators behind Di Xuan from time to time and found that they were still there, so he could only continue to be a quail in Di Xuan's arms.
The sun was setting little by little. During this period, her psychological journey was difficult.
From the anger towards Emperor Xuan, to the helplessness of having his clothes shattered, to the request for help after seeing the demon cultivator, to the relaxation after being protected by Emperor Xuan, to the anxiety of waiting for the demon cultivator to get out quickly...
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As time went on, after Xia Qinghe calmed down, she felt more and more something was wrong.
Those demon cultivators who didn't leave seemed a bit suspicious.
She couldn't help but ask: "What happened to them?"
"You finally realized something was wrong. I thought you were so immersed in my arms that you couldn't help yourself and didn't notice it."
Xia Qinghe raised his head suddenly: "What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. Seeing that you like my embrace so much, and that I have the spirit of self-sacrifice for others, I sent divine hints in the sea of consciousness of those demon cultivators to let them circle around us a few more times."
Xia Qinghe: "..."
"There is no need to thank me. I am doing this for my son. Only if you, as a mother, are healthy both physically and mentally, can you raise our son well."
Xia Qinghe: "..."
"Why are your eyes red? Are you moved?"
Xia Qinghe's fists gradually clenched, she was being fooled!
Di Xuan had been observing Xia Qinghe's expression, and he could tell that she had reached the edge of explosion. She was much more lively like this than when she was chasing him with a murderous look on her face.
Di Xuan patted her bare shoulder.
"Because you like my arms so much, I will allow you to stay in my arms for one more stick of incense."
Go to hell with your incense stick.
Xia Qinghe suddenly raised his legs, pushed his knees up, and went straight to Di Xuan's sensitive parts.
Di Xuan was startled and quickly stepped back, thus avoiding the beating.
"Xia Qinghe, you're gone."
Xia Qinghe was almost driven crazy by him. His body was shaking constantly, pointing at Di Xuan and shouting:
"Give me the clothes."
Di Xuan raised his eyebrows.
"You are actively asking me to take off my clothes."
"Shut up, take it off and give it to me."
"Okay, but you have to agree to my request."
"If you fart, hurry up."
"You are such a vulgar woman."
Xia Qinghe took a deep breath and stopped talking nonsense with Di Xuan. Today, Di Xuan seemed to have taken the wrong medicine and kept talking nonsense like a shameless hooligan.
What Xia Qinghe didn't know was that Di Xuan didn't have this character at all, and the reason why he was like this was because he was angry with her.
He wanted to show mercy to her for the sake of his son.
Xia Qinghe is not a bad woman, and the two of them have a relationship as husband and wife, so he has never really made a move on Xia Qinghe.
But being chased all the time was annoying enough, so I decided to play a trick on her.
Xia Qinghe spoke out again:
"How on earth are you going to take off your clothes for me?"
"It's very simple. Just call your husband and listen."
Xia Qinghe was on the verge of exploding, but Di Xuan's next words left people angry and unable to vent their anger.
He said: "If you don't agree, I will cancel those hints in the sea of demonic consciousness now."
Once the divine suggestion is cancelled, Xia Qinghe will be exposed to the eyes of the demon cultivator.
Only Di Xuan could think of such a despicable and shameless method.
Xia Qinghe's eyes were blazing, but she could only obey and obey, muttering the word "husband" in a low voice.
Di Xuan heard it, but pretended not to hear it.
"What did you say? Make your voice louder, I can't hear you clearly."
"Husband...jun..."
"I still can't hear you. Come on, use your curse words."
Xia Qinghe took a deep breath and then roared at Di Xuan.
"I call you husband! Your cultivation in the late Mahayana period shouldn't be deaf to your ears! My good husband is a dead husband, not a thousand-year-old bastard who is not human..."
Di Xuan: "..."
Phew~
After Xia Qinghe finished cursing, he forced a stiff smile on his face and said sweetly:
"Husband, can you take off your clothes from your damn body and give your child to her mother?"
Di Xuan couldn't hold it back and burst into laughter. He found that Xia Qinghe was becoming more and more interesting.
He really didn't have much interest in her before.
However, it was fate that the two of them could meet each other in their past lives.
If there must be a dual monk in this life, he felt that Xia Qinghe was barely qualified.