Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 697 Her Jiaoman, He Swears To Be Pampered To The Death ([-])
Hua Xiyan covered the scar on her hand with her sleeve.

"My injury was caused by my accident and has nothing to do with God Tan Sang."

Everyone: Oh, it's all Tan Sang's fault, and Hua Xiyan is too miserable.

After the words stopped, there was only the sound of Di Heng's slender fingers tapping on the table, which made people panic inexplicably.

He got up and pulled up Tan Sang who was sitting on the chair.

"Since the empress of this deity is not used to drinking the tea here, it is the dereliction of duty of these maids. And you, the god of the past, as the master of a fairy mountain, slandered the empress in order to protect your face."

"What does His Majesty the Emperor mean by this?"

It was the first time for Hua Xiyan to be so disregarding of her face as the fierce Emperor Heng. After she realized it, Hua Xiyan returned to her previous gentle image.

And that His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, who was as cold as the moon in the sky, was embracing Tan Sang's waist regardless of other people.

Looking at Hua Xiyan coldly, her bright red lips parted slightly, "I think God Xiyan should understand what I mean."

Those eyes, like the deep sea, stared straight at her coldly.

That cold gaze, like a sharp sword, dissected her appearance inch by inch, exposing everything about her, it was creepy.

The man's voice was calm: "The empress of this deity has always been the most gentle person in the world. She never likes to cause trouble, and she doesn't make things difficult for others. It must be a misunderstanding about what happened just now."

Everyone: I'm afraid you are blind, or you have a problem with your brain, otherwise how could you say such nonsense?

Not only were these people shocked, but even Tan Sang felt that Di Heng's words went too far.

Although many people in this heaven don't know Tan Sang, they have all heard of the reputation of Miss Tan's family.

What is arrogant and domineering, what is coquettish are a little superficial when applied to Tan Sang.

She, Tan Sang, has been a little witch since the soft little girl back then, bullying some people every day and fooling around.

This reputation spread throughout the fairy world.

Tan Sang didn't say such a shameless thing like Diheng, and turned his head away.

One of the visitors also said: "I have worked with God Tan Sang before, God Tan Sang is indeed not the troublemaker described by this maid."

Now Tan Sang is really strange, she knows what her reputation is like, how could someone speak for her?
The man was dressed in purple clothes with gold threads on the cuffs, and the man was dressed in a somewhat luxurious manner.

Facing this person, Tan Sang suddenly remembered that it was the "genius" Pei Siyu.

Tan Sang gave him a grateful look.

It's just that the person in front of him restrained his waist even more, because of his invisible movements, Tan Sang was forced to only look at him.

Tan Sang stared at the man's jaw, which was really a beautiful arc.

The appearance of Adam's apple rolling while speaking is even more abstinent.

"If Shangshen Xiyan still thinks of using such means to bully my wife, I think it's time to add a new atmosphere to this fairy mountain."

Add new style?
Isn't it just abolishing her Hua Xiyan's position as Patriarch?
Hua Xiyan's heart turned cold, but she still said calmly: "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven wants to abolish the minister because of a woman with questionable morals?"

"Isn't His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven afraid of chilling the hearts of other Immortal Mountain Patriarchs?"

The last sentence, she said almost by roaring.

Everyone also felt that it was a bit too much at this time, and Tan Sang suddenly became a very disastrous role for the country and the people in the known news.

She is coquettish and domineering, and sows discord, not knowing right from wrong.

Tan Sang tugged at the corner of his clothes, signaling not to make too much trouble now.

But the man chuckled, his youth was peerless.

Like an ink painting of blue daisy from a distant mountain, its temperament is peerless, as charming as the moonlight, and like a lotus in a snow mountain, it is not stained with the atmosphere of the world.

(End of this chapter)