Ye Qing didn't look back, nor did she stay.

"In life, there are some things that you don't want to do. I know you're a martial artist and a man of freedom, but ...... Don't you think about your adoptive father and adoptive mother?"

Ye Qing's heart was shocked, and then a wave of anger rose in his heart, and then Huo Ran turned around.

Song Xiaoyao stood there, his hands behind his back, his face full of confidence.

He knew where Ye Qing's death hole was.

Her parents!

If it was just a bad taste that he wanted to marry Ye Qing as a bed warmer at first, then from the moment he saw Ye Qing, his mind changed.

It's not that he hasn't seen a beautiful woman, but he has never seen a beauty like Ye Qing.

There are also saints on Wuji Xuan, and there will be more if you count the preparatory saints.

But even if you add up those preparatory saints and saints, none of them can match Ye Qing!

The dress is very ordinary, just a simple casual shirt and a pair of jeans.

The hairstyle is also simple, just a simple ponytail.

There is no heavy makeup, not even earrings, necklaces and other accessories.

But when she stood here, Song Xiaoyao felt a unique kind of dustiness, cleaner and purer than those saints.

It seems that a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world descends to earth, and it is a blasphemy to her to take a second look.

It can be said that from the moment he saw Ye Qingzhen, he decided in his heart: This woman, I will marry it no matter what!

Ye Qing turned around, and a trace of anger flashed in her originally indifferent eyes.

"I really didn't expect that the legendary third prince of Kyoto would be such a dirty person. ”

Song Xiaoyao shook his head: "I'm just clarifying a fact to you. Of course I won't do anything to your parents, but...... There are more people who want to pat my ass, at least, there are a large number of your Rong family. As long as you dare to say nothing about this marriage, I believe that without me speaking out, someone from your Rong family will naturally come forward and make those two old people in your family miserable!"

Ye Qing looked at Song Xiaoyao quietly, and after a while, she suddenly smiled: "Actually, I have a way to do it once and for all." ”

"Oh?"

Seeing that Ye Qing, who had been cold, suddenly showed such a charming side, this smile made Song Xiaoyao's eyes straighten.

"Kill you, or depose you, isn't it?"

Song Xiaoyao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then laughed angrily: "Hahahaha!"

Ye Qing was silent, and then suddenly made a move!

Stretched out his hand and grabbed Song Xiaoyao's arm, then his whole body got into his armpit, pressed his shoulders against his armpits, bent over, sank his shoulders, and threw it!

Another over-the-shoulder fall!

But when he heard a loud bang, Song Xiaoyao was directly thrown to the ground by Ye Qing.

Xiao Yu suffered several over-the-shoulder falls, and finally reappeared!

Song Xiaoyao was directly stunned.

He didn't realize what was going on!

The key is...... Ye Qing's speed was so fast! so fast that he couldn't react at all!

The ass and the ground came in a very vicious close contact.

The concrete floor was directly knocked out of a small pit by his buttocks, and several cracks spread several meters away.

Song Xiaoyao was stunned on the spot.

His dignified Wujixuan Holy Son was actually thrown over his shoulder, and he fell directly to the point that his ass blossomed!?

He only felt that his mind went blank, and then the anger in his heart exploded quickly.

All the reason, demeanor, cultivation, bearing, etc., were all thrown out of the clouds by him!

"Slut!

After Song Xiaoyao finished speaking, his body stiffened with a carp, stood up directly, and stretched out his hand to slap Ye Qing's face.

With this palm, he almost did his best!

Whether he will slap Ye Qing to death is no longer a question he should consider at present, what he has to do now is to slap his face hard! Slap that lowly illegitimate daughter a few times! Let her know what it means to be a saint who cannot be humiliated!

Regarding Song Xiaoyao's reaction, Ye Qing didn't care too much.

The mocking smile on her face hadn't even changed!

He brushed away Song Xiaoyao's fierce palm with one hand, then pinched his arm with his right hand, and his body drilled into Song Xiaoyao's armpit again, sinking his body, shouldering it, and throwing it!

Another over-the-shoulder fall!

Song Xiaoyao, who was already shooting out fiercely and incomparably, thought that his slap would definitely swell Ye Qing's tooth powder face, and a few teeth were fanned out.

Because he firmly believes that he didn't avoid it before because of carelessness, he didn't expect this delicate little beauty to do it directly without saying a word.

It was a pure accident!

But what he never dreamed of was that Ye Qing's reaction, her movements, speed and strength, were completely beyond his expectations!

Bang!

It's another close contact between the ass and the ground!

The intact ground was kissed out of a small pit by Song Xiaoyao's ass again.

Song Xiaoyao was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

He was the dignified Son of Wuji Xuan, but he was thrown over the shoulder?

I'm going to kill you! No...... I'm going to catch you, throw you in the streets, and let thousands of people line you up a thousand times, and then I'll kill you......

Countless vicious thoughts flashed through Song Xiaoyao's mind.

Then he stiffened up with a carp and rolled over again.

Only this time, his carp was only halfway over, and he was directly kicked down by a slender jade leg in mid-air!

Bang!

This time it's the back that hits the ground first, then the butt and head.

Pain!

But what is more unforgettable than the pain is the boundless sense of shame!

This made Song Xiaoyao's whole person like a volcano, and it exploded in an instant!

But before he could explode, the sole of the foot on his chest moved away, and then a sole gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and then with a snap, he stepped directly on his face!

She...... Actually stepped on my face!?

Song Xiaoyao, who had always been extremely arrogant, finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

He wanted to struggle, but as soon as his body moved, he felt an extremely terrifying force coming from the soles of the other party's shoes.

He had a hunch: if he dared to move, she would definitely stomp on his head!

Boundless fear, at last, replaced all anger.

He shuddered, and finally didn't dare to move again.

But in his mind, he still couldn't accept this fact for a while.

His dignified Wujixuan Holy Son was trampled under someone's feet like a dead dog!?

Know that you are a sage! For ordinary people, this is almost an immortal-like existence!

Even in Wuji Xuan, no one dared to shout at him, even the head of the sect, he would be polite when he saw him!

And this Ye Qing, an ant-like lowly woman, actually trampled him directly under his feet!?

His mind went blank, and it took a long, long time for him to finally accept this reality.