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"You don't want to see me that much?" Even with the back of his hand, Yan Mo Chen did not reveal a hint of pain. His eyes were indifferent, and his deep eyes were still staring at Qiao Qiao.

Qiao Qiao's face was still filled with worry as she stared at the back of Yan Mo Chen's injured hand. She suddenly raised her eyebrows, and between her slightly raised eyelashes were tears. She slowly asked with a trembling voice, "Are you alright?"

She shut the door so ruthlessly, and his hand was held horizontally. How could she be fine!

After asking, Joe kept his head down, biting his lower lip and no longer saying anything.

"Are you concerned about me?" Yan Mo Chen frowned, between his brows, there was actually a trace of mockery.

Qiao Qiao secretly lowered his brows and did not say anything else. He only lightly turned around and walked towards the tea table within the room.

"I never expected that the dignified master of the martial arts world, the Infernal Queen, would be able to walk around the Infernal Palace so casually after not seeing him for a few days." Yan Mo Chen narrowed his eyes, his expression was shocked, but he gritted his teeth and said.

"Say it when you say it, don't carry a gun with you." Qiao Qiao still sat at the tea table. He shot a cold glance at the tea table. The slight trace of guilt in his heart disappeared in an instant.

"Oh? Have I mocked the previous emperor with my words? " Yan Mo Chen suddenly raised his eyebrows and glared coldly at Qiao Qiao. It was as if the more she did not like what he was saying, the more he wanted to say something.

Qiao Qiao's body was still stiff as she clenched her fists. She firmly shut her eyes and a furious expression filled her face.

Although she was the one who hurt Yan Mo Chen first, Yan Mo Chen had taken away her mountains and rivers, destroyed her homeland, and even her trusted followers were either killed or injured.

"Why aren't you speaking? Don't you know that Qiao Qiao is the same as Qiao Guo and does not exist in this world? " Yan Mo Chen squinted his eyes as he walked closer to her. Following that, his indifferent gaze became colder as he raised his eyebrows and parted his lips, "Or, in your world, how is the emperor? If you do your job, the Infernal Queen's position will be perfect?"

Qiao Qiao's eyelashes were still lowered slightly. In that instant, her eyes were filled with a cold gaze. As she looked at Yan Mo Chen's mocking smile, her heart gradually became cold.

"Get out." Qiao Qiao still lowered his brows and spoke softly to Yan Mo Chen who was at the door.

"I don't." Yan Mo Chen refused.

"Go, go!" Qiao Qiao's eyebrows shot up as he stared at Yan Mo Chen's shameless face with his sharp almond-shaped eyes. His words paused.

"I don't want to." Yan Mo Chen said stubbornly.

"Alright, if you won't leave, then I'll leave." Qiao Qiao stood up angrily and walked towards the outside of the Fragrant Sky Pavilion.

She had traveled a long distance. When she brushed shoulders with Yan Mo Chen, a teardrop that was like ice slowly fell down from both cheeks.

She had never thought that when the two met again, they would be as indignant as enemies.

"You want to leave?" Yan Mo Chen raised his eyebrows and pulled Qiao Qiao who was walking out.

Qiao Qiao still abruptly stopped. His legs became unstable as he turned around and crawled towards the ground.

Just when she thought she was about to come into close contact with this icy cold land, a pair of warm yet powerful hands embraced her tightly. The sonorous and forceful beating of her heart resounded beside Joe's ears.

"You …" Joe's face was still slightly red as he pushed Yan Mo Chen away.

"Hiss ~" Yan Mo Chen sucked in a breath of cold air. Above his chest, the knife wound from last time had yet to heal, yet he had charged into the Palace of Demons alone. Being able to heal up after a few cracks was already a blessing in disguise, and now that he was still pushed away by Qiao Qiao, he could not help but feel an intense tearing sensation in his chest.

"Is your injury still not healed?" That day when he rushed back from Python County, Qiao Qiao could still tell that he was injured, but he did not reveal it. Looking at it today, it seemed that his injuries were not light.

"Heh …" Yan Mo Chen let out a cold laugh. He did not loosen his grip on Qiao Qiao's hands, but stared at the person in his embrace with glowing eyes. The two of them were very close, and could even see the fine fur on each other's faces.

Qiao Qiao could not help but sigh. The heavens were unfair in the end, causing Yan Mo Yun to be completely picky. Even though he was so close, he still felt that Yan Mo was extremely handsome.

"Are you waiting for me to kiss you?" While Qiao Qiao was still in a daze, the mocking and disdainful look in Yan Mo Chen's eyes gradually appeared on his face. He let go of Qiao Qiao's hands, and a smile appeared on his face.

Qiao Qiao returned to her senses. In the end, she felt that her infatuation had caused her to lose face in front of Yan Mo Chen. She suddenly lifted the corner of her lips and smiled arrogantly.

"The Emperor of Forgotten Nation …" "Now, you're the king of the Forgotten Nation. I'm the former Emperor of Qiao Country and the Infernal Palace's Infernal Queen, a mountain that I'm willing to give up and a mountain that I'm willing to leave behind. You're the one who's willing to leave, why do you think I still have to wait for you to kiss me?"

He would rather see that Qiao Qiao's face was still filled with regret, panic and hesitation. His heart would be much more at ease, but seeing how unrestrained and unrestrained he was and not caring about anything, the rage in his heart grew even stronger.

Thinking like this, he took large strides forward and pulled Qiao Qiao's petite body into his embrace. His eyes narrowed, and his cold lips pursed slightly. "If you didn't have feelings for me, then why would you have brought the pear flower hairpin that I gave you every day?" His eyes fell on Joe's hair.

Qiao Qiao's heart was still gloomy. He unconsciously stroked the hairpin on his head, his eyes brimming with happiness. "The Emperor is joking. This hairpin isn't the one you gave me. I bought it myself."

"Oh? Did he buy it himself? "Then, do you know that my handwriting is engraved on your hairpin?" Yan Mo Chen asked as he raised his eyebrows proudly.

"What?" Qiao Qiao's face was still cold as he pulled the hairpin out of his hair and held it tightly in his hand. When he looked carefully, he did not see any engravings on Yan Mo Chen's face, "Look, there are no words. This hairpin is indeed not the one you gave me."

"Heh." Yan Mo Chen laughed coldly again and grabbed the hairpin that was still in Qiao Qiao's hand. He turned the hairpin around and the beautiful word 'Flame' entered Qiao Qiao's eyes.

Qiao Qiao was still shocked. Even if it was the pear flower hairpin that Yan Mo Chen gave her, she still could not find Yan Mo Chen's surname at the bottom, and the pear flower hairpin that she got from the old man at the stall was actually carved with the word 'Yan'. Seeing Yan Mo Chen finding the word so easily, could it be that this hairpin was really the one that Yan Mo Chen gave him?

"In that case, is your denial a bit far-fetched?" Yan Mo Chen looked at Qiao Qiao's shocked face and laughed.

"So what if it's true?" Qiao Qiao raised his eyebrows and grabbed the pear blossom hairpin in Yan Mo Chen's hand and placed it in his hair. "I just like the way these pear blossoms are made."

Yan Mo Chen snickered. While Qiao Qiao was still unprepared, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up. With his right hand, he mercilessly grabbed her chin and used his thumb to rub her pink lips. Just as Qiao Qiao was still in a state of panic, he suddenly sneered and moved forward.

Yan Mo Chen's kiss was not as meticulous and gentle as the kiss he used to be, as he pecked at her lightly. At this moment, his deep eyes were like a jackal or a tiger pouncing at its prey. Once the prey was in his hands, he bit and licked it, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.

"Mmm mmm …" Qiao Qiao continued to struggle as he bit down, causing traces of blood to seep out from her lips. A sweet and fishy smell filled the air between their deep kiss.

However, Yan Mo Chen did not stop there. Instead, while Qiao Qiao was still struggling with her lips, a moist and nimble tongue pried open her teeth, greedily seizing the presence that belonged to her. He continued exploring, running and plundering …

Qiao Qiao was still unable to catch her breath from the pressure of his powerful breathing. Her hand pounded on his chest, intending to let go of the pain from his chest. However, what made her lose her focus was that the hammer strike did not make Yan Mo Chen's arm relax for even a moment.

She did not stop to pant. After an unknown period of time, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her snow-white skin was completely flushed red. She simply dropped her arms and did not struggle at all, allowing herself to be manipulated like a living dead.

Yan Mo Chen frowned, a hint of disdain gradually came over, he let go of Qiao Qiao's hands, his face full of anger.

"You actually despise me so much!" He suddenly roared at Joe.

Qiao Qiao still raised his eyebrows and did not speak. He only lightly raised his arm to ruthlessly wipe away the blood on the corner of her lips.

"No wiping!" Yan Mo Chen roared with a domineering expression, "Qiao, you will still remember this. One day, I will attack the Demon Palace and snatch you back. After taking you in as my concubine, I will beat you into the cold palace and torture you all day!" His eyes were cold and filled with resentment. His pitch-black eyes were like two bottomless pools of frigid water, and they were suffused with a chilliness that would cause people to shudder.

Qiao Qiao's body still trembled. She really did not expect him to hate her to such an extent …

"Speak, do it!" Yan Mo Chen gritted his teeth, the four words seemed to come out from his mouth, filled with anger.

Qiao Qiao was still laughing out loud as she sat down on the tea chair. For a moment, she felt that her acquaintance with Yan Mo Chen was really funny.

"Miss, calm tea is here." At this time, at the entrance, the servant of the teahouse did not sense the atmosphere within the room. Instead, he charged in with a smiling face while carrying a tray.

The already furious Yan Mo Chen was disturbed by the waiter's sudden intrusion. He looked towards the entrance with a pair of cold eyes. The waiter was so shocked that he immediately froze where he was. His body trembled slightly and he did not dare to move at all.

"Scram!" Yan Mo Chen roared.

"Yes, yes, yes, this lowly one will scram now, scram now …" The servant of the teahouse picked up the teacup and ran down the stairs to the third floor.