"Busy?"
Qin Chen looked at Ah Yin, who was kneeling there, with some surprise, as if he had heard a joke.
He reached out and lifted Ah Yin's delicate chin, making her look up at him.
"Busy drinking? Or busy wallowing in despair?"
"Ah Yin, you're still so naive. It's not like you haven't seen it before."
Ah Yin looked up at Qin Chen, and because of her posture, her slender neck was as white as jade.
It was completely exposed to Qin Chen's eyes.
The once noble and unapproachable aura of the Blue Silver Emperor was now replaced by a kneeling posture.
Coupled with Ah Yin's sorrowful expression at this moment, it creates a visually striking contrast.
It's like a goddess who has fallen from a high place to earth, at the mercy of others.
It is most likely to ignite a man's desire to conquer.
Qin Chen released his grip and turned his gaze back to the mirror.
In the scene, Tang Hao is frantically digging through the blue silver grass inside the cave, his face filled with fear and anxiety.
It was obvious that they had discovered that Ah Yin was missing.
Qin Chen leaned back in his chair and found a comfortable position.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Ah Yin kneeling beside him, patted her head, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Let's begin."
Ah Yin glanced at Tang Hao in the mirror, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.
She obediently lowered her head, leaned forward, and crawled under the dressing table.
A few minutes later...
Qin Chen frowned slightly and opened his eyes again.
"Tsk..."
It feels like something's missing.
He pondered for a moment, then his gaze fell once again on the mirror in front of him.
Looking at Tang Hao in the mirror, who was running around like a headless fly, Qin Chen suddenly understood.
It really does taste best when paired with these ingredients.
"Now, it feels right."
Qin Chen nodded in satisfaction, then stopped closing his eyes and stared at the image in the mirror with great interest.
In the mirror.
Tang Hao has completely gone mad.
He looked at the spot where Ah Yin had once been planted, now only an empty pit remained.
Not a single hair was left.
No...no!!!
Tang Hao's eyes were bloodshot, like those of a maddened beast.
He searched frantically inside the cave.
"A-Yin! Where are you?!"
"Who?! Who stole my Ah Yin?!"
"Aaaaaaah!!"
The heart-wrenching roar, now clearly audible through the mirror, echoed within the quiet Green Garden Cottage.
Each scream was filled with despair and regret.
And right under the dressing table, separated by this mirror.
The blue silver grass that he had been holding in his hands was now working diligently.
The more heartbroken Tang Hao was in the scene, the more enchanting the atmosphere inside the room became.
The smile in Qin Chen's eyes grew deeper, tinged with emotion.
How could the once invincible Haotian Douluo be so powerless and furious, like a stray dog?
At that moment, he felt a bit like a villain.
An hour later.
Tang Hao seemed to have exhausted himself shouting, and slumped down in the cave, staring blankly beside the pit.
Inside the cottage in Green Garden, things gradually returned to calm.
Qin Chen let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, feeling refreshed.
Ah Yin emerged from under the dressing table and remained kneeling beside him, extending her slender hands to massage his calves with just the right amount of pressure.
At this moment, her cheeks were flushed and there was a trace of tears in the corner of her eyes.
Qin Chen reached out and stroked her soft, long hair, saying gently, "Is there anything you want to say?"
Ah Yin paused in her movements, her voice barely audible, carrying a hint of pleading.
"king..."
"I want to go see the mistress..."
"It's been a while since I last visited him..."
Qin Chen thought for a moment, then twirled a strand of her blue hair around his fingers.
"OK."
"I'll find some time in the next few days to take you to see him."
After speaking, Qin Chen stood up, straightened his clothes, and disappeared back into the darkness.
The Imperial Palace of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
A handsome young man with a gentle demeanor strode into the hall.
It was Xue Qinghe, the crown prince of the Heavenly Dou Empire.
Of course, hidden beneath that perfect human skin mask is the true face of Qian Renxue, the young master of the Spirit Hall.
"Your subject pays respects to Your Majesty."
Xue Qinghe bowed respectfully, his face showing just the right amount of concern.
"Father, you summoned me here in such haste. Is there something wrong with your health?"
On the dragon throne.
Emperor Xueye leaned against the headboard, his face sallow, his eyes sunken, and he coughed violently from time to time.
That weakness was caused by years of poisoning and the strain of national affairs.
But at this moment, a hint of excitement appeared in the old emperor's eyes.
He pointed to the sky outside the window, his voice hoarse and trembling: "Qinghe... cough cough!"
"You must have seen this list of beauties, right?"
"Two stunningly beautiful women have made the list, and they both come from that Dark Night Duel Arena!"
"I remember that the dueling arena was located within our Heaven Dou City?"
Hearing this, Qian Renxue sneered inwardly.
Is this old man starting to get wicked ideas?
She rolled her eyes inwardly, but on the surface she still maintained the appearance of a respectful and filial son, nodding in agreement.
"Father, that is indeed the case."
"They are located in the southernmost corner of Tiandou City, and have been operating for more than ten years, always keeping a low profile."
Emperor Xueye nodded and asked anxiously, "Qinghe, you know about my health."
"Over the years, we have sought out renowned doctors all over the country, but none of them could help us."
"But in that dark arena, there are not only two women who can help people level up!"
"It even contains a miraculous medicine that can regenerate severed limbs!"
At this point, Emperor Xueye's eyes gleamed: "If I could obtain that divine medicine, my serious illness would surely be cured!"
"I've heard that you seem to have some personal connections with this dueling arena?"
"Did you secretly contribute a lot when they were building it?"
Qian Renxue clicked her tongue inwardly.
Do you still want it to be cured?
You wish! If you continue to live, how many more years will I have to pretend to be the crown prince?
Although she was internally ranting and raving, Qian Renxue's expression turned to one of deep regret.
She sighed softly, her tone filled with helplessness: "Father, I do indeed have some connections with that owner."
"Actually, before Father Emperor summoned me, I had already rushed to the Dark Night Duel Arena."
"Oh? What was the result?" Emperor Xueye's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward.
Xue Qinghe shook his head, looking regretful: "Your subject promised a large sum of money back then."
"But the farm owner told me helplessly that the medicine was indeed miraculous, but extremely rare."
"When we were treating that little guy, we had already used up the last dose of the miracle drug..."
"What?!"
The light in Emperor Xueye's eyes dimmed by half instantly, and he slammed his fist heavily on the edge of the bed: "All used up?!"
"What a waste! It's an absolute waste!"
But soon, he grasped at the last straw.
"What about the two women?"
"Since the miraculous medicine is gone, surely these two women are still here?"
"Go tell that landowner I can bestow the title of king upon him!"
"Give him the largest territory! Even let him choose any treasures from the national treasury!"
"As long as he's willing to part with one of them, even if it's just one, I'll guarantee him wealth and honor!"
Seeing the eager look on Emperor Xueye's face as he tried to buy the person back, a hint of disgust flashed in Qian Renxue's eyes.
You think you're qualified to steal someone?
Xue Qinghe looked even more distressed, his eyes even reddening slightly, and his voice was low.
"Father… In fact, I have already promised him these conditions in your name."
"But the owner of that venue is a man of great loyalty and righteousness."
He said those two girls were his family, and no matter how much wealth and glory he was offered, he would not trade his loved ones for them!
"And..." Xue Qinghe paused, then continued making up lies.
"Your subject also tried to talk to those two young ladies."
"They were completely devoted to that master, and even said that if they were forcibly taken away, they would immediately commit suicide rather than live."
Upon hearing this, Emperor Xueye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy.
He stopped speaking, his face remained sullen, his eyes shifting between light and shadow, as if he were plotting something.
Since the soft approach didn't work, then...
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