The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1640 - Xu Chengmo amp; Lu Yaofeng

Chapter 1640: Chapter 1640 Xu Chengmo & Lu Yaofeng

Chapter 1640 -1640 Xu Chengmo & Lu Yaofeng

Beiting Huang was helplessly sprawled on the white fur blanket, her cheeks flushed with two patches of red, and her eyes, brimming with moisture, looked up at Yan Ye like a small, aggrieved animal, making Yan Ye wish he could pull her back into his arms to cherish her tenderly once more.

Xue Feng carried the sounds from inside the flying mechanism over, and Aisha still stood in the same spot, watching the departing flying carriage, her heart torn asunder, with tears already falling from her eyes.

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They must have broken the heaven-sent blood contract, right? Otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to do such intimate things.

In the Zhongzhou Continent, one year is ten years in the 33 Heavens. Ten thousand years ago, she and Huang Jiu were the best of friends; she had personally witnessed the entangled love between Huang Jiu and Yan Ye, two people who clearly loved each other deeply, yet both were too stubborn to confess their feelings to each other.

Yan Ye didn’t know how much pain he was in. He would come and ask her obliquely, eager to find out from her if Huang Jiu still harbored feelings for Ming Xiu.

What had she said at the time? “Little Ninth said, the feelings of so many years cannot be severed overnight.”

It was because of this reason that Yan Ye, today, absolutely refused to set foot in the palace of the Ash Snow Plains, didn’t he?

“Someone!” Aisha called out, and immediately, several figures burst forth from the snowy ground. Aisha looked at her trusted subordinates, “The Devil Emperor is back, and he will surely go to war with the Spirit God Clan. I want to lend a hand to the Yanmo Heavenly Clan. What do you say?”

The Nine Provinces Ink Region was a domain created by Xu Chengmo at the edge of the 33 Heavens, with mountains stretching far and wide and cities densely dotted. Over the years, no matter how the wars raged outside, the Nine Provinces Ink Region had always been peaceful, continuously prosperous and thriving.

Inside the grand hall, two children around three to four years old were playing wildly. Two elegantly dressed women sat beside them, one of whom saw the children climbing on top of a high chair and reaching for the gauze curtains in the center of the hall. She quickly put down her teacup and rushed over, shouting, “Lu Beibei, stop that, be careful or Uncle Xu will spank you!”

The little rascal took it seriously, turned his head around, and looked up with a face as delicate as a doll on a New Year painting and eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, “Mommy, Uncle Xu’s spankings don’t hurt at all, but daddy’s do.”

“Pfft!”

In the hall, the laughter of three adults had not yet subsided when the other child, who looked just like Lu Beibei as if carved from the same mold, ran over holding a snow-white feline animal and said to Lu Beibei, “Brother, you should be good, be careful or daddy and mommy won’t want us anymore. Just yesterday, I heard daddy and mommy say that he’s going to try to make mommy have another set of twins!”

The woman’s face flushed instantly, too flustered to care for her pouting and crying son, she turned her head sharply towards the man who was sitting below the window on a couch, playing chess with a friend; she glared at him fiercely.

“Hahaha!”

In the hall, a hearty laugh resonated as a man dressed in a robe but walking with the stride of a military man came over. He scooped up Lu Beibei, who was tearfully feeling wronged, and said with a laugh, “Beibei, Uncle Xu’s spankings don’t hurt? Haha, you don’t know, when your little brother Little Mo was small, Uncle Xu spanked him so hard it really hurt!”

The man was Xu Chengmo, who evidently thought of his own son, whom he hadn’t seen in many years, casting a shadow over his eyes as he held Lu Beibei in his arms.

The other beautiful woman sitting down, holding a cup of tea, was Su Mo. Seeing her husband’s sad expression, she felt a pang in her heart and comforted him, “Didn’t Xiaomo come back and say she has a good friend named Beiting Huang, who will go to Mandala Land? She’ll come to the 33 Heavens. When the time comes, we can ask her about Little Mo’s whereabouts, right?”