Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Song Yexi sneered, and said to her: "Take off my mask, why are you doing it? You know that even if I don't have cultivation, I can kill you."

When he spoke, he glanced at her, and Song Xue's heart skipped a beat, and after a while her hands and feet started to turn cold.

The faces of all the people were really ugly, how could they know that things would develop to such a degree.

Everyone naturally understood that Miss Song was suspicious of Mr. Ye because of Mr. Ning's consideration for the affairs of the Ning clan, but after such a disturbance, everyone really couldn't hold back their faces.

Seeing Song Xue's pressing step by step, He Dong couldn't hold back any longer. He got up, his face was no longer as smiling as before, and he said solemnly: "Girl, I know you are eager to catch thieves, but there is no evidence. It can't be justified, even if it is to give the He family a face, why make such a fuss."

"No! The first day I saw him, I mistakenly thought he was a demon, so I slapped him. At that time, I clearly saw a little scar on the ear that was not covered by his mask. Now when I look at his profile But I can't see it anymore, it must be the effect of Feng Ling's blood!"

Song Yexi lowered her eyelashes, covering a small shadow under her eyes, and under the shadow was a murderous aura. There was indeed a scar on the cheek near the ear, which was scratched by the evil spirit in the evil spirit land. Lingxue disappeared.

When he raised his eyes, his eyes returned to their indifferent eyes, silent.

Song Xue insisted on asking Song Yexi to take off her mask, and He Dong helped with the peace. She stopped her a few times but couldn't say anything. The atmosphere was really bad for a while.

He Dong really can't stand Song Xue anymore, this little girl is too conceited, always relying on the patriarch of the Ning clan to mess around in this He residence.

Not to mention that this is the He Mansion, what kind of identity does this girl use to go so far, she has tossed so many times, why is this girl so stubborn, she doesn't know how to read people's faces, it is really annoying, He Dong is holding back this for his little master When he got angry, he just sat down regardless of etiquette or impoliteness.

"Okay, you can watch it as you want."

As soon as Song Yexi finished speaking, everyone looked at him, and He Dong didn't understand that since the little master didn't want to pick it, there must be some reason, now that the girl is making such a fuss, it's even more frustrating.

Ning Yuqing hurriedly waved her hands and said, "Young Master Ye, I believe in you. You must have your reasons for not taking off your mask. It's better not to take off this mask."

Song Xue pulled Ning Yuqing's sleeve to stop him, Song Yexi couldn't help laughing when she saw her little actions, and she didn't know why this woman hated him, but she really suspected him by accident.

He stretched out his hand to untie the strap, and took off his mask. The face exposed under the red mask was very white, but there were scars all over his face, and he couldn't recognize his original appearance at all.

Such an ugly face paired with those beautiful eyes made it even more frightening.

Ning Yuqing couldn't help but gasped when she saw it, and she really understood why she didn't want to take off her mask. Ning Yuqing sat down with an apologetic expression on her face.

Song Xue was really taken aback by this face, covered her face and jumped back, and blurted out something ugly, which made Song Ye smile embarrassingly.

Rather than saying it's ugly, it's better to say it's terrifying. This result was expected by Song Yexi. This face is not so easy to get back to normal. Now this face is like pouring some water on the bark of a dead tree with ravines and ravines in winter.

If the atmosphere just now was embarrassing, then the current atmosphere is really extremely cold, plus Song Xue yelled that ugly word, and now he is completely frozen.

He Dong had a bad temper in the first place, and he has changed a lot. If it wasn't for the sake of his little master and Patriarch Ning who didn't care about her, he would have kicked Song Xue out a long time ago.

He Dong was also taken aback when he saw his little master's face. In fact, he felt sorry for his little master more. Those scars didn't look like they were born, but they looked like they were injured. The anger just now turned sour.

When he heard Song Xue's ugly words, he couldn't hold back his anger at all, he slapped the table and shouted at Song Xue: "Who are you talking about! I look like a monkey and still talk about others! Keep your mouth shut! When will it be your turn to act wild in He Mansion!"

Song Xue knew she was in the wrong, but she must have never been angry. He Dong yelled at her, which made no sense at all: "Fatty, who do you think looks like a monkey! He's ugly! I'm right!"

"Enough!" Ning Yuqing interrupted their quarrel, completely losing her usual leisurely demeanor.

Song Yexi didn't listen to Song Xue's words at all, he had already expected their reaction, why Mu Yue's eyes were still so indifferent when he saw his face, as if nothing happened, Song Yexi put the mask on his face again, put it on .

He said: "How?"

Ning Yuqing stood up and apologized to him: "Young Master Ye, I've offended you so much today, I'm sorry."

He Dong, who usually had a hippie smile on his face, also turned cold, and made a gesture of invitation towards the door: "Since not, if you still want to sit, please come to He Ranju to sit. He Ranju always welcomes guests and never chases them away."

The implication of He Dong's words is that He Ranju does not chase away guests, but when He Mansion chased away guests, Ning Yuqing couldn't tell what color was on her face, so she said goodbye to them and hurried away.

Song Xue was ashamed and annoyed, and left after Ning Yuqing.

Seeing them leave, He Dong was still aggrieved: "Little master, why do you listen to that woman, making trouble for no reason! I don't know what it means!"

Song Yexi smiled and said, "That man is right."

He Dong was a little surprised, maybe the robbers were real... But thinking about it, the little master probably said that the woman's reasoning for the robbers' motives was not wrong, but she just guessed the wrong person.

Song Yexi asked: "What if I find out today that I am really that robber?"

He Dong looked distressed and sighed. Those who knew he was thinking, but those who didn't know thought he had died as a master. After a series of sighs, Song Yexi kicked him and told him to hurry up.

After being kicked, He Dong put away the posing just now, thinking that the little master was really cruel, at least let him pretend to be deep.

"Little master, there is no way to reason about this matter. I am a person with elbows turned inward. You are my master. I really hope that you are the one who took it. Anyway, it can be regarded as the best use of everything." As soon as he finished speaking, He Dong felt that something was missing, and added: "Little Master, don't take it to heart, no matter what you are, I don't despise you."

Song Yexi narrowed her eyes and smiled slightly: "Oh? You mean if you despise me, I'll have to bear it too?"

"Then I definitely won't. I, He Dong, am your apprentice. How can I despise my little master? I will definitely respect you."

"Ah."

He Dong suddenly asked: "Why haven't you seen Master in recent days? What did Master do?"

"do not know."

He Dong asked again: "Who won that day, little master or uncle?"

"do not know."

He Dong didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then, is the relationship between the little master and the uncle good?"

"do not know."

"Little master, look at Master!" He Dong excitedly pointed behind him, and Song Yexi turned his head.

There was nothing behind him, but there was a fat man in his ear who was out of breath from laughing.

"Hahaha! Little master, you have been fooled."

The so-called offending anyone should not offend the master, because he will continue to use the excuse of practice to avenge his personal revenge. He Dong knows it well, and the little master is very fair to let him stand on horseback for three hours!

Or just want to tire the fat man into a dead fat man!