69 Yu Ling, Do You Really Think I’m Your ve?


    “Yu Ling, do you really think I’m your ve?” Lin Xiao’an was instantly angry. She bared her fangs and brandished her ws as she rushed towards Yu Ling.


    “God Spirit Lock, bind,” Yu Ling said unhurriedly.


    The silver chain that bound Lin Xiao’an lit up with silver light and quickly shrank a few times. It dragged her back a few steps and mmed her to the ground.


    Lin Xiao’any on the ground, a pained expression on her devastated face.


    As the God Spirit Lock tightened, she felt a pain as if she was about to be crushed into pieces. She could not help but beg Yu Ling, “Please, let me go…”


    “Why don’t you just be obedient? In the future, you don’t have to think about escaping from me. You have to work hard for me so that you won’t suffer.” Yu Ling walked up to Lin Xiaoan and looked down at her. “I want to cook delicacies that don’t exist in our world. Teach me.”


    Hearing Yu Ling say it so matter-of-factly, Lin Xiao’an suppressed the resentment in her heart and finally nodded.


    The study was filled with an oppressive atmosphere.


    Shen Liu’an sat on a chair in front of the window and looked at the beautiful scenery outside with an extremely solemn expression.


    Every word he had said to Huo Junhan today still echoed in his mind.


    If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have believed that Huo Junhan would be like this.


    He waspletely unpredictable.


    However, when Huo Junhan said he wanted Yaoyao, he was certain that the man was serious.


    He could not hand Yaoyao over to Huo Junhan, even for three months.


    However, at this moment, it was not only the enchantment in the capital that had problems. The enchantment that sealed the ghosts underground and the enchantment in the Demon Realm also had problems.


    This was definitely not a coincidence.


    A cmity was probably about to descend.


    In the entire Northern Kingdom, the two people with the strongest spiritual power were the Imperial Preceptor and Huo Junhan.


    The Imperial Preceptor was sleeping in seclusion, and no one knew when he would wake up. Huo Junhan looked like it had nothing to do with him.


    Just thinking about it made Shen Liu’an’s scalp tingle.


    Thump, thump, thump —


    There was a sudden knock on the door.


    “Who is it?” Shen Liu’an asked in a low voice.


    “It’s me, Father.” Shen Yaowei’s slightly sweet voice sounded from outside the door.


    Shen Liu’an immediately restrained his worried expression. He stood up from his chair and personally opened the door for Shen Yaowei.


    As soon as he opened the door, he saw Shen Yaowei standing obediently at the door, holding a food box.


    Zi Yun was standing behind Shen Yaowei with a worried expression. She said to Shen Liu’an, “General, Miss heard that you haven’t eaten dinner yet, so she specially cooked a few dishes.”


    Hearing this, Shen Liu’an’s eyelids twitched twice, and he subconsciously swallowed.


    Thest time he had eaten food personally cooked by Yaoyao was half a year ago.


    It was very simple mashed potatoes.


    But the taste of the mashed potatoes was still fresh in his mind. The dark lump of mashed potatoes was bitter with acid and strangely sweet. The three vors were irrelevant and fought against his taste buds.


    If not for his strong willpower, he would have vomited on the spot in front of Yaoyao.


    “Father, can’t I go in?” Shen Yaowei looked at Shen Liu’an, who was standing at the door without saying a word.


    Shen Liu’an suddenly came back to his senses. He coughed dryly and said, “Of course you cane in. Come in.”


    Shen Yaowei happily carried the food box into the room.