147: Chapter 147 Did you not eat?

Furthermore, it could be used to threaten Leng Qianming. As soon as Ye Xuan thought of this, his eyes lit up.

"No, I don't want to! Pretty Boy, you'd better just kill me."

At this moment, the hatred on Murong Liyue's pretty face deepened, and she raised her head to stare fearlessly directly at Ye Xuan.

Beneath her petite frame, at this moment, it seemed as if infinite strength was hidden.

"Oh? You want me to kill you? Does that mean you want to tell me what to do now? Dying—it's not that easy. You want to die now? Well, I won't let you."

Ye Xuan was so amused he laughed. Looking at the Murong Liyue before him, making her angry was quite a pleasant thing. After all, who told this little dark-skinned girl to try and burn him with her spirit fire just now?

"Forget it. If you don't want to go find it, I'll go find it myself."

"Oh, so it was hidden here."

Ye Xuan unleashed his divine sense, not letting a single inch of the surrounding area escape his notice. Finally, he spotted that black gauze dress on a small tree, then proceeded to pack it into a box and toss it into his spirit ring.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's already this dirty? Oh well, it can barely be used."

"Pretty Boy, why are you such a pervert? Hurry up and give me back my clothes!" Below, Murong Liyue's pretty face flushed red. Seeing Ye Xuan find that piece of clothing, she immediately became anxious and wanted to pounce over to snatch it back.

"Freeze!"

Ye Xuan pointed a finger, and a sliver of Mystic Power easily froze Murong Liyue in her tracks.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, the little dark-skinned girl still wants to snatch it back?"

Upon hearing this, Murong Liyue bit her red lips, her delicate face full of resentment. "You big bad guy, you pervert! After I break free, I will definitely teach you a lesson!"

"You dare to make threats? I'm afraid you don't know your current situation, do you?" Ye Xuan's expression turned cold. This little dark-skinned girl's favorability towards him had already dropped into the negatives.

"Killing her isn't right, but not killing her isn't right either."

Thoughts flashed through Ye Xuan's eyes—there was killing intent, but also a hint of hesitation.

Although Murong Liyue was afraid, she still fearlessly met Ye Xuan's gaze. In her pitiful, watery eyes, tears were swirling.

"Interesting. How about I break down all her self-esteem first? If that still doesn't work, then I'll kill her."

Ye Xuan pondered for a moment and immediately found a way to deal with her.

A girl like Murong Liyue, who had been treated like a little princess by the Murong Family since she was young, had never experienced any of the dangers of the outside world.

Plus, possessing a Holy Land talent that was not inferior to a Divine Body—it would be a real pity to kill someone with such talent.

"Let's go, let's go. We're leaving the Shenxuan Continent and heading to the Northwest Great Territory."

Ye Xuan grabbed Murong Liyue with one hand, then stepped onto his dunkong shuttle and set off towards Yan City.

"Since you don't want to kill me, then hurry up and let me go! I want to go home now!" Seeing that Ye Xuan hadn't killed her, Murong Liyue struggled repeatedly upon hearing that they were going to leave the Cangqiong Holy Land and go to the Northwest Great Territory. Unfortunately, with her cultivation sealed, how could she have any strength left?

"Heh, I don't feel safe letting you go back now. Who knows if you'll bring a powerful enemy upon me? Just stay by my side now and learn how to be a proper maid."

Ye Xuan deliberately used his hand on the latter's somewhat chubby parts, even applying some force.

This action instantly made Murong Liyue bristle. "Impossible! Pretty Boy, you want this young lady to be your maid? Don't even think about it!" Although half her body was slumped on Ye Xuan's shoulder, her face was still full of hatred and disdain.

"Oh? You refuse? That's fine too. Then I'll send that black gauze dress you peed your pants in to your little fiancé, Leng Qianming, right now."

Although Ye Xuan's words were calm, their lethality was incredibly staggering.

Murong Liyue's voice grew weak. "You... Wuu, Pretty Boy, I beg you, don't do that..."

"Sure. So shouldn't you do the things a maid should do now? For example, serving tea and pouring water. Also, my legs are a bit sore right now."

Ye Xuan calmly put Murong Liyue down, but his threatening tone did not diminish. "Come, help me massage my legs. If I'm not satisfied, I guarantee Leng Qianming will receive that black gauze dress of yours tomorrow."

Every word was a threat. Ye Xuan looked calmly at the Murong Liyue before him, then, in front of her, took out a grandmaster chair and sat down calmly.

"You hateful big bad guy... Pretty Boy!"

Murong Liyue's pretty face was full of unwillingness, but she walked up to Ye Xuan, her gaze glaring fixedly at Ye Xuan, who was lying there resting.

"I'll pinch you to death!"

Murong Liyue bit her red lips tightly with her pearly white teeth, then placed her hands on Ye Xuan's thigh.

"Oh? Still want to pinch me to death? With your strength, who could you pinch to death? Didn't you eat?"

Ye Xuan didn't feel a thing; it was as if a few small ants were scratching his leg.

Hearing this, Murong Liyue was furious. She had no choice but to forcibly mobilize the last sliver of Fire Mystic Power in her body and suddenly slapped it towards Ye Xuan's thigh. "You hateful Pretty Boy! It's already generous of this young lady to massage your legs, and you dare to look down on me? See if I don't burn you to death!"

"Hum—"

A faint flame crackled on Ye Xuan's leg. However, what left Murong Liyue dumbfounded was that the ball of flame she had produced had actually defected and was instead being very intimate with Ye Xuan.

"Hmm... Not bad, not bad. Little Fatty Murong, your talent is quite good. The flame you were hiding secretly actually has such a miraculous effect. I'm very satisfied! I announce that from now on, you are my exclusive maid."

Ye Xuan felt that the flame on his thigh made his slightly sore leg feel much more comfortable.

"Damn it, do you even know how to talk? You're the big fatty! Where am I fat?" Murong Liyue looked at the smug Ye Xuan, thinking he was a thoroughly bad guy. Her flesh had grown in all the right places, so where was she fat?

"Hmm? You still say you're not fat? Look, your flesh is almost pressed against my face." Ye Xuan was a bit speechless. Feeling the soft bosom brushing against his face—it was simply too large—he couldn't help but complain.

"Ahhh... You hateful big pervert, see if I don't teach you a lesson!" Murong Liyue immediately shrank back. Looking at Ye Xuan's ridiculously beautiful face, her pretty face instantly turned pink with anger.

As the apple of the Murong Family's eye, she could even be considered a princess; where had she ever suffered such grievances before?

Thinking of this, Murong Liyue seemed to lose her mind. She suddenly pounced towards Ye Xuan, stretched out her jade hands to grab his stunningly beautiful face, and pulled hard. But the scene that followed left Murong Liyue stunned. "It... it didn't move at all?"

"Heh, Little Fatty Murong, you still want to pull my face? See if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Ye Xuan opened his eyes, grabbed the Murong Liyue before him with a half-smile, and flipped her onto his lap, with her pert buttocks facing the sky.

"Pa, pa, pa..."