Chapter 1840 Tear face!

"Don't talk too much, me, can't I find someone to check?"

He blushed at what he said, and Xiya stopped in her footsteps. She couldn't really do what he said, to touch and see if there was any sign of a man on Jiang Yuxi's body, such a debauched thing. , if she does it in public, her previous image will be completely discarded.

"Tsk, Goddess Xiya, I'm afraid I can't understand the main point of my words! It's really a shame and a shame to be insulted by you when you win the laurels, a grand master of crafting!"

Baili Wuji smiled coolly, and winked at Jiang Yuxi when no one else could see him.

Don't worry, with him here, Xiya will definitely not let her bully her.

"I'm doing it for Jiutian's good. No matter what, Jiang Yuxi killed my brother, who is the enemy of Huanyu Sanctuary. I would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go!"

Xiya's mind became hot, and she growled in a cold voice.

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Beichen Siming clapped his hands and walked towards him. Under Xiya's astonished eyes, he slowly said, "That's really good, I'd rather kill a thousand by mistake than let one go. Is this the purpose of Huanyu Sanctuary? Is that so?" Regardless of human life, and no matter how valuable the other party is?"

As soon as these words came out, not to mention other people, even Chaoyan Shengjun, who had always been optimistic about Xiya as a wife candidate, looked at her rather condemningly.

"I, I didn't mean that!"

Xiya's face turned pale, and she quickly waved her hands, not daring to admit it.

"In the whole world, there are only a small number of people who can really be called masters of refining weapons. Fortunately, there are dozens of people in the nine heavens who are talented and intelligent. They have refined many spiritual weapons for the gods, and they are respected and respected by us. Ai Dai, Goddess Xi Ya is not afraid of chilling their hearts by doing such a thing?"

With his thin lips raised, he questioned in a deep voice, completely ignoring Xiya's appearance of about to cry.

"Just right, those master craftsmen haven't left yet, they are here, ask everyone, whether your behavior towards this master craftsman is appropriate or not!"

He took a step forward and walked to the platform of Nuo Da, looking down, the refiners were chatting with each other, enjoying themselves, completely unaware that on the second floor of the palace, the atmosphere had frozen like ice.

"My lord, don't, I don't mean that, I, I'm just that."

With tears in her eyes, Xiya choked with sobs and shook her head, with a pitiful appearance, she couldn't get any pity from anyone present.

"But what?"

Baili Wuji laughed mockingly.

"Father!"

Not willing to help her, Xiya, who was hesitating in her heart, grabbed her sleeve by the sleeve, and gave a pitiful cry of grievance.

Feng Yan lowered her head and glanced at him, the warning in her eyes made Xiya feel desolate.

"Okay, Ya'er is just thinking about her elder brother all the time, so she will naturally be a little more sensitive in her heart, so I ask Emperor Yeyan to take pity on her, after all, she was once your married wife."

Patting Xiya's arm, Feng Ling said indifferently, bringing up the past again.

Hearing him mentioning this matter, Beichen Siming's face completely turned cold, and he looked over gloomyly, "Oh, Shengjun Fengyan knows in his heart, who planned the wedding banquet, and who entered the bridal chamber, whether it is with Those who come to court with a daughter are still relatives, they are all other people, and that person is your son-in-law!"

Every time he heard a word from him, Xiya's face became paler, her clenched fists and lowered head were all tainted with hatred.

(End of this chapter)

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