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1853 Imprisonment 3

Of course Ao Rong knew what he was doing.

But his knowledge was obviously not Ao Ya's opinion.

"Brother Wang is the emperor of the Dragon Clan, the top strong man in the wilderness. Even the gods in the Heavenly Palace have to fear Brother Wang's strength. Brother Wang never took any female creatures in the past. This time, he was going to do irrational things because of an insignificant human woman?"

With a slightly pause, Ao Ya reminded him coldly: "Brother Wang, don't forget that he has a fiancée."

Human woman...

Ao Rong really wanted to tell her that Feng Xi is not a trivial human woman, her true identity is even above the Dragon Princess, but...

He can't say it.

From his own selfishness, he knew that even if Feng Xi's identity was revealed, the problems between them would not be solved easily, but would face more troubles and obstacles.

As for the unmarried wife.

Ao Rong said lightly: "Feng Xi's existence will not affect my marriage with Hai Lanxin."

Hai Lanxin is Hai Lanjing's sister and the woman Ao Rong has made a marriage contract.

When Ao Ya heard this, she was about to say something, but she saw Ao Rong had already stood up and passed by him. "Ao Ya, you don't have to worry about my affairs. Even if you are my sister, don't go beyond the rules."

After saying that, the person had disappeared in the palace.

Ao Ya turned around and looked at his departure back, his eyebrows and eyes were heavy, as if there was a layer of indelible haze.

That night, the hall was silent.

The bright moon was clear and hazy, Ao Rong closed his eyes silently, and absent-mindedly stroked Feng Xi's black hair like satin, as if he was worried.

"Ao Rong." Feng Xi spoke lightly, her voice was not clear about joy and anger, but it was a little different from her indifferent and calmness in the past. "You plan to keep imprisoning me like this?"

Ao Rong paused his hand and his eyes fixed on her hair. He didn't speak for a long time, but there was a dark cloud in his eyes.

"You should let me go." Feng Xi pillowed on his shoulders, looking at the shark gauze around the bed, dancing in the moonlight without wind. I don't know if it was too quiet at night, so that she rarely heard a little coldness in her quiet tone. "What you want is to help you break through the soul of cultivation. Since your goal has been achieved, why bother with it? This is not good for you."

"I like you." Ao Rong unintentionally distinguished the profound meaning of her words, and said lightly, "In the past, we spent a year together on the island, you should understand my feelings for you. Now I want to tell you that my love for you has increased... Do you believe it?"

Is there any point in believing or not?

"Xi'er." Ao Rong lowered his eyes, his voice was low and his pressure, and his emotions were pressed under the arrogance of high above. "Can you not leave? If you can promise me to stay, I will withdraw the barrier here."

Is this coercion, or transaction?

Feng Xi has always been simple in her mind, not as many beautiful and delicate as she is, nor does she have the intention to plot against others around the bush, so she can speak straightforwardly if she has any thoughts in her mind.

"You should know that with my current cultivation level, how weak it is in this dragon clan with profound divine power." She said, "If you really like me, you shouldn't want to be embarrassed by me here, and you won't want your liking to be troubled by me."

Ao Rong's cheek twitched, and the corners of his mouth were pursed unconsciously.

"You can send me back to the island, if you really like me."
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