Chapter 1843 Future Husband and Slave

Looking at Yun Qingyan's laziness in someone's arms, he was even more angry!

He worked hard to go to the forest of monsters to cut and carry wood, but this woman actually indulged in the "Beauty Township" and fell.

See you!

Oh no! Pooh! See color forget righteousness!

"Because you are fast!" Yun Qingyan smiled and knocked on the wooden chair to answer his question.

"Why doesn't he have to do anything?! He is obviously faster!" Huo Yichen pointed at Di Jiuque, very dissatisfied.

He had noticed before that this man should have understood the power of the laws of space, and he should run errands faster than him!

The taciturn Emperor Jiuque raised his eyes coldly, cold air brewing in his long, cold pupils.

I haven't seen each other for a few months, and the number of male creatures next to the little guy is really annoying.

The suffocating breath of Senhan made Huo Yichen's heart sink, and there was an illusion of being overlooked by a god.

When he opened his mouth, he swallowed a half sentence unconsciously.

"Because, he is my child support husband!" Yun Qingyan cast a lazy glance at Huo Yichen, "How can I let my dear little Que Que be a coolie~

Don't forget, you lost the bet, but you're going to be my slave for seven days.

Is it not clear at a glance who the future husband and the prostituted slave will let him run errands? "

Yun Qingyan smiled.

In the previous ring match, she and Huo Yichen guessed the winner, and whoever lost would be the opponent's slave for seven days. In the end, Huo Yichen gave her the difference by one person.

husband? Two words spit out from the lips, like a small feather, gently stirring Di Jiuque's heart, itching and numbness.

The cold, stern and cold aura dissipated as soon as Di Jiuque's eyes darkened, and the hand holding Yun Qingyan tightened.

"Tong Yangfu?! Who are you bluffing Yun Qingyan?!" Huo Yichen would have to quarrel with her about the relationship between 'slave' and 'attendant', but now his mind is all overshadowed by Tong Yangfu. Three words attracted me.

He looked left and right, with disbelief in his eyes.

No matter how you look at it, this man's compelling aura is not like what a child foster husband should have...

One look can oppress him!

He believes that he is the overlord of Shengyuan Continent!

"You don't believe it?" Yun Qingyan raised her brows, turned her head and kissed Di Jiuque's handsome face, "Xiaoque, tell him, are you my Tong Yangfu?"

The delicate red lips just brushed his cheeks, but Di Jiuque felt as if he had been scalded by a soldering iron, which was scorching hot.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of glints, and the corner of Di Jiuque's mouth was slightly raised, and the cold voice was doting, "Yes."

Huo Yichen: "..."

Baili Qingxue's eyes fell on this side, and he quickly retracted it, but said lightly, "Qingyan, the table and chairs are ready."

"Well, I'm going to prepare the soup base now." Yun Qingyan broke free from Di Jiuque's embrace and started to prepare the hot pot base.

Di Jiuque narrowed his eyes and looked at the empty arms, and shot Baili Qingxue with his icy, biting eyes.

After Baili Qingxue met his gaze, he retracted his gaze indifferently. The face carved by ice and snow was expressionless, and deep in the depths, there was a coldness as sharp as ice thorns.

After merging the soul of the Ice Emperor, he has a deeper understanding of the laws of the ice system.

He could keenly feel that Di Jiuque was contaminated with the aura of Jiuzhuan Ice Glazed Glass.

Baili Qingxue lowered her eyes, her face was the same as the Ice Emperor's arrogant icy cold, as sharp as the cold wind in an extremely frozen land.