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Leng Fei clenched her fist as she walked to the side of the table, poured a cup of water from the teapot and placed it in Di Wuxiang's outstretched hand.

Di Wuxiang placed it next to her mouth and lightly sipped before placing it on the table, "It's too cold."

Leng Fei narrowed his eyes. It was currently summer, and the water might still be hot. However, he thought like this in his heart, but he still walked to the table and sat down, and started to boil the water.

Finally, the water started boiling. Leng Feishuang brewed another pot of tea and poured another cup for Di Wuxiang. Just the temperature of this cup made her feel a bit hot.

Di Wuxiang took it. First, she placed it in front of her nose and smelled it. Then, she gently took a sip and frowned. "The water is too hot." She then put down the teacup.

Leng Feishuang couldn't bear it any longer, "Di Wuxiang, you did it on purpose, right? Although you saved me, and I'm very grateful to you, you shouldn't deliberately find fault with me, right?"

Di Wuxiang looked at Leng Feishuang and innocently blinked, "Really? But that water is really hot. You should know when you drank that cup of water."

"Leng Fei was stunned. Although that was what he said, but …" "Alright, now if you have any orders, please speak." Tomorrow is the last match, so she still needed to go back and prepare.

Di Wuxiang complacently smiled. Looking at Leng Fei's pouting red lips, she couldn't help but think about that time. Her face under the mask turned slightly red. Fortunately, the mask blocked Leng Fei's view.

"Now, this sovereign wants to eat some fruits. Go wash some purple gold grapes." Saying this, he pointed to a box at the corner of the table.

Leng Fei glared at him, picked up the box and walked inside, and very quickly, he came out carrying a plate full of purple gold grapes, the so-called purple gold grapes were like a name, the grapes were purple, and the skin outside had a faint layer of gold light, each of them was as long as an adult's two fingers.

Leng Fei walked over and sat across Di Wuxiang. She picked up a bunch of purple grapes and gave them to Di Wuxiang, "Here, take them."

She had washed all of them. She did not know how precious these purple gold grapes were, and it was likely that he was the only one in the entire continent who had one. She put it in her mouth and slowly chewed on it.

Leng Fei looked at the plate full of purple gold grapes as his fingers began to move. He picked up a bunch and started to eat. Soon, she finished off the bunch.

Di Wuxiang smiled, she wasn't polite at all.

When he looked at the plate again, he couldn't help but widen his eyes. Previously, the plate was full of purple gold grapes, but now, there were only a few left on the plate. Then he looked at Leng Fei Duo who was leaning against the side, touching his stomach in satisfaction.

Leng Feishuang glanced at Di Wuxiang, only to see a pained look on his face. "Well, it's just a plate of grapes, is there a need to be so surprised?" He didn't expect a great Holy Lord like him, the supreme existence of the continent, to be so stingy. He didn't know how sad those people who worshipped him would feel if they found out about this.

Di Wuxiang's mouth twitched. It was just a plate of grapes. Okay, he would like to see if she would cry later on.

"Tomorrow is the last match. I will be going back first after a while." After a short while, Leng Feishuang said.

"Will you win?" Di Wuxiang suddenly asked. He didn't know what was going on with him, so he asked.

Leng Wufei was startled, "Of course, I will win the competition, but don't be narcissistic, I'm not doing it because of you."

Di Wuxiang's eyes dimmed. "Is that so?" She didn't say anything else.

Just like that, the two of them had a strange feeling of anger, neither of them spoke up until …

Leng Feishuang's face started to turn slightly red. He stretched out his hand to fan the wind, but the wind that was created was very weak. On the contrary, Leng Feishuang's face became even hotter, turning even redder.

Leng Feishuang looked at Di Wuxiang and saw that he was still as indifferent as before. But why was she so hot? He extended his hand and opened his mouth slightly.

After a while, Leng Fei's hot eyes became a little dizzy. He touched something cold beside him and hugged it.

Di Wuxiang helplessly smiled as he looked at Leng Wufei who was hugging his arms. Leng Feishuang seemed unsatisfied, even rubbing his arms against Di Wuxiang's arms, and moving up a little bit, turning from hugging his arms to hugging his waist.

As for Leng Feishuang, he was completely oblivious to his current actions. Right now, it was like hugging a huge block of ice, it was extremely cool for her.

"Holy Master, this is your …" "I want the register!" Zhui Feng stood at the door and looked at Di Wuxiang, who was in the courtyard, with a face full of shock. His mouth was opened so wide that a pebble could be stuffed inside.

Chasing Wind instantly felt like the world was collapsing. Who could tell him what was going on? What was going on with the woman on top of the Holy Lord, and the Holy Lord actually allowed her to get close to him?

Di Wuxiang knitted her brows and released a hand towards Chasing Wind. Chasing Wind was sent flying backwards. However, his face was full of shock and disbelief. However, he didn't change his expression, allowing his body to fly backwards.

Wait, why did that girl look so familiar just now, isn't that Leng Feibiao? That little girl, what a coincidence! So it turns out that she had a relationship with their Holy Lord! No wonder the Holy Lord had looked at her so differently during the banquet. Chasing Wind instantly understood everything, but what waited for him was the hard ground, where he finally landed on his hands and knees.

As for Leng Feishuang, his body started to emit waves of spiritual energy. Di Wuxiang stretched out her finger and tapped on Leng Feishuang's forehead. A white light shot into her forehead.

A moment later, Leng Feishuang slowly woke up, and his consciousness also began to return to normal.

He slightly raised his head and looked right into Di Wuxiang's smiling eyes. Leng Fei blinked for a moment before he finally reacted.

After a moment, a hint of red appeared on Leng Fei's face. He then stood up very calmly and straightened his body, leaving behind a slightly stunned Di Wuxiang.

"I'll go back first." Finishing his words, Fei Shuang ran off as he started to use his Qing Gong to leave …

Along the way, Leng Fei's mind kept replaying the scene from before. The redness on her face deepened as she touched her chest. Why was her heart beating so fast? She shook her head and rushed back to the prefecture lord's mansion.

Once he returned to his residence, Pigu Buyu rushed into Leng Fei's embrace as if he really missed him. "Master, you're back!" A sweet voice sounded out from Leng Fei's spiritual sense.

Leng Fei looked at the egg in his arms. Without saying anything further, he carried it into the room and threw it on the bed. On his face, he wrote, "I am very angry now."