Hearing Yun Yaoling's explanation, Feng Mingye was slightly startled.
He had long heard that Ah Yao's mother, Madam Yao Li, was a mystery, but she didn't expect Ah Yao's mother to be a witch and a demon she had never heard of before.
However, no matter who Ah Yao is, it belongs to him.
Looking at Yun Yangling with her eyes wide open, looking at her magic eyes full of charming power, Feng Mingye seemed to be thinking of something, which made Feng Mingye couldn't help but feel confused.
I saw him stretching out his hand, with a gentle smile on his face.
"come over."
Seeing this, Yun Yaoling walked in obediently, but was hugged tightly by Feng Mingye.
Feeling the warmth on Feng Mingye's body, Yun Yaoling whispered, "Aren't you angry?"
After hearing this, Feng Mingye hugged Yun Yaoling tighter, his body trembled a little, and said softly, "Ah Yao, I'm sorry."
It was because he failed to protect Ah Yao that Ah Yao's soul was forced out without him realizing it and he suffered so much torture.
Even because of his questioning, Ah Yao suffered irreparable soul pain.
"It's my fault, sir, you don't have to apologize to me."
Why did Feng Mingye apologize to her?
It was because she was wrong first.
Realizing that Feng Mingye's body was trembling, Yun Yaoling's heart softened and she stretched out her hand to pat her young master on the back.
It seemed that he had really been frightened this time.
He must not act recklessly in the future.
Feng Mingye felt warm in his heart when he noticed Yun's movement of ringing the bell.
It seems that even after becoming a witch, his Ah Yao remains unchanged.
"Ah Yao, can I kiss you?"
Facing Feng Mingye's inquiry, Yun Yaoling blushed instantly and whispered, "No."
"Why" Feng Mingye didn't really want to kiss her, he just felt it for a moment.
He liked someone and wanted to show it.
And he wanted to tie his Ah Yao to his side and kiss his Ah Yao all the time.
Facing Yun Rangling's rejection, Feng Mingye couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
It seems that Ah Yao still doesn't want to get close to him.
Their souls have merged.
If they were in physical form, they would have already become husband and wife.
They just need a wedding.
Yun Yaoling silently left Feng Mingye's arms.
Looking at Feng Mingye's appearance after being struck by lightning, he felt a little depressed and asked.
"Sir, do you like me like this?"
She also knew that this demonic body had a curved front and a curved back, and an excellent figure.
It was the kind of voluptuous figure that men would like.
She didn't expect that the young master would be like this.
As soon as she confessed everything, he said he wanted to kiss her.
Although this body was also hers, she was still unhappy.
With Zhuyu in this demon body in front of her, the young master will definitely not like her flat-chested body in the future.
"I like it, Ah Yao is beautiful."
Seeing Yun Yaoling's depressed expression, Feng Mingye was a little puzzled as to why Ah Yao was depressed.
As long as it was Ah Yao, he liked it.
As soon as these words came out, Yun Yaoling became even more depressed.
Sure enough, the young master really liked this body.
"Then young master, you don't like me as a person anymore."
Still unable to hold back, Yun Yaoling blurted out.
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Hearing this, Feng Mingye finally couldn't help but laugh.
It turned out that Ah Yao was depressed about this matter.
Both of them are Ah Yao.
What he likes is Ah Yao's soul, not the body.
As long as Ah Yao is there, he will like it.
I couldn't help but reach out and touch the black hairpin on Yun Yaoling's head, and smiled, "Silly Ah Yao, what I like is your soul, that cute, kind and shy Ah Yao."
As soon as these words came out, Yun Yaoling recalled what happened in the realm of soul again in her mind, and couldn't help but blush.
She wanted to ask if what happened in the Soul Realm was true.
After all, the young master she saw at that time had a different temperament now, but she was too embarrassed to ask.
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