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Ye Wanqing closed her eyes to rest, but her mind was communicating with the animals in the space about the subtle barrier around her.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Fu Feng, who had transformed into "Shadow", was wearing a bright red wedding dress, a golden spider silk belt around his waist, his long black hair tied up high, his figure was slender, but he still wore the mask on his face.

He walked all the way to Ye Wanqing's side before stopping. Fu Feng looked at the bright red wedding dress lying motionless beside her, the corners of his lips raised slightly, his pair of peach blossom eyes seemed to be twinkling with thousands of stars, and his voice as clear as flowing water rang out.

"Is Madam's wedding dress not the right size?"

Upon hearing the man's voice, Ye Wanqing, who was wearing a veil, suddenly opened her eyes. The look in her eyes was as cold as ice, and her jet-black hair fell on her shoulders, cascading down like a waterfall.

Her eyes were fixed on Fu Feng, and the corners of her lips hidden under the gauze gradually curled up.

Fu Feng didn't get a response from Ye Wanqing, but he didn't get annoyed. He sat down leisurely and picked up the Hehuan wine on the table and raised it. "My lady, how are you? From tonight on, we are husband and wife. Let's have a glass of Hehuan wine first."

Ye Wanqing's eyes slowly moved upwards from the white and slender fingers, only to be met with a pair of peach blossom eyes full of tenderness. Her eyebrows were raised and her eyes were as light as distant mountains. Her eyebrows were phoenix-shaped and her eyes were bright, but there was a hint of strangeness in her glance.

There was a coldness in her eyes, and it was unknown what she was thinking about. Ye Wanqing lowered her eyes, and a cold curve appeared on her lips.

"You have taken the Millennium Snow Mountain Ice Lotus and lured me here. Your purpose should not be to invite me to drink this glass of Hehuan wine, Lord Jiandao Mountain."

Hearing Ye Wanqing reveal her identity without any concealment, Fu Feng raised his eyebrows, put the Hehuan wine in his hand on the table, sat down, and took off the mask on his face.

"As expected of the Holy Maiden of the Temple who once dazzled the world, Wan'er guessed correctly. It was me. However, you were wrong about one thing. My only goal was to make you drink this cup of Hehuan wine."

Looking at Fu Feng, who looked exactly like the courtesan in Changle Tower in the Demon Realm, and the fact that he knew her true identity, Ye Wanqing's eyes remained unchanged.

The next moment, Ningyu turned into a sharp blade, and the divine power fluctuated and flowed, and in an instant it came in front of Fufeng.

The sharp blade pointed at Fufeng's heart.

"I didn't know that the Lord of Sword Dao Mountain, once famous throughout the Three Realms for his practice of the ruthless way and known as the 'Sword Saint', has now become a pervert."

"I can't call myself a scoundrel, but I can discuss cooperation with the Saint..." Noticing Ye Wanqing's increasingly cold gaze, Fu Feng raised the corners of his lips, "We can discuss cooperation regarding the Millennium Snow Mountain Ice Lotus."

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere around Ye Wanqing instantly grew colder. At the same time, a snow lotus of azure blue light appeared in Fu Feng's hand.

Ye Wanqing's expression was stern. This was the thousand-year-old snow mountain ice lotus that Jiang Xu had guarded with his life!

She lowered her head, her expression gloomy and unclear. "I am no longer the Holy Maiden of the Temple. What do you, the Lord of Jiandao Mountain, want to cooperate with me for?"

Fu Feng raised the corner of his mouth slightly, picked up the wedding dress on the table and placed it in front of Ye Wanqing, with a faint smile and a barely perceptible possessive desire, but his whole body exuded a calm and comfortable air.

"Be my wife."

As if seeing the seriousness in Fu Feng's eyes, Ye Wanqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and then she didn't know what she thought of. The corners of her lips curled up, but there was no smile in her eyes. The hand holding Ning Yu slightly moved upwards and gradually slid towards his neck. Every move was full of threats.

"The Lin family has already perished. Do you, Jian Dao Shan, want to be the next?"

Facing Ning Yu's blade pointing directly at him, Fu Feng raised his eyebrows, his peach blossom eyes were tender and affectionate, like a spring breeze blowing through thousands of miles. He didn't care about her slightly cold eyes, and silently moved closer.

"The Lin family's demise was their own fault, but Jiandao Mountain has never done anything to harm the Holy Temple. Alternatively, if you can give up Di Siheng, in addition to the Millennium Snow Mountain Ice Lotus, I can also provide a method for restoring Zhijiao."

Ye Wanqing's eyes suddenly turned cold, "You, what did you say?!"

"I said, restore your lost junior brother. Besides, I have already set a ban on this thousand-year-old Snow Mountain Ice Lotus. No one else can open it except me. And if the ban cannot be opened, this thousand-year-old Snow Mountain Ice Lotus is just an 'Ice Lotus'."

The calmness on her face was instantly torn apart, and her blood froze into a bone-chilling cold. The wind blew, and her black hair fluttered, but the murderous intent in Ye Wanqing's eyes was like rolling waves.

"Are you threatening me?"

Fu Feng just smiled lightly, but the look he gave Ye Wanqing was like a spring breeze, like a pool of spring scenery. Different from his usual cold and abstinent look, his eyes were filled with a gleam of light, but with a hint of bewitching.

"It's not a threat, it's just that I'm in love with you. I don't know where the feelings come from, but they're deep and lasting. What do you think, Saint?"

Ye Wanqing's eyes flickered, but she chuckled softly. "The temptation offered by the Lord is indeed quite great. Unfortunately... what I hate most is threats."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without caring about anything else.

Facing Ye Wanqing's departure, Fu Feng seemed to have guessed it long ago and was not annoyed. He just stared at her gradually leaving figure with a steady gaze, and the corners of his lips gradually rose.

"Lady Saint, what if I add another bargaining chip? News about your dear junior sister."

Ye Wanqing paused, turned around, and looked stunned. "You! What did you say?!"

She then flew forward, but Fu Feng disappeared in an instant, leaving only one sentence, "Saint Lady, I will only give you three days. I will wait for your reply after three days."