The Almighty Immortal King of the Beautiful CEO

"Come here! Help me prepare a special plane to Nanhuang City immediately!"

In the splendid Princess Palace of the island nation's royal family, Yui Asakura banged the table in front of her.

With an angry look on his face, he wanted to kill Nanhuang immediately and ask Ye Xian face to face why he hung up the phone so suddenly!

"Your Highness, what happened?"

An old man wearing a black traditional costume of the island country walked in quickly amidst Yui Asakura's slightly irritable roar, and saluted Yui in panic: "Do you need me to arrange for the ghost guard? Go immediately and teach the person who made you angry a lesson and help you vent your anger?"

"Okay, the person who made me angry is called Ye Xian. You immediately notify the people of the Ghost Guard to go to Nanhuang and kill him!" Yui Asakura narrowed her eyes slightly and stared at the old man with a slightly funny expression.

When the old man heard Ye Xian's name, his body suddenly froze and he collapsed on the spot.

Having served Yui Asakura for many years, Ye Xian's name has already been heard by everyone. How could he have the courage to really send the ghost guards to provoke Ye Xian, the evil god?

The scene in front of me was obviously just an ordinary quarrel and quarrel between young lovers.

If he didn't even have this bit of vision, he would have been serving Yui Asakura for so long in vain.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment. I will prepare a special plane for you to go to Nanhuang."

The old man bowed his hands to Yui Asakura with a slightly embarrassed expression, and quickly turned around and ran out without waiting for Yui Asakura's response.

Yui Asakura looked at the back of the old man leaving in a hurry, the corners of his mouth kept twitching, his face full of disgust.

Then he frowned, took out his mobile phone, and dialed a number.

The number was connected immediately, and Yusuke Ryomori's awe-inspiring voice came from inside: "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Let Inoue Kawao lead the people of Team [-] to cause some trouble for our Lord God. There is no need to attack him directly. Just find an opportunity to tie up this hateful woman Lin Muxue!"

"Huh?!" Yusuke Ryomori looked shocked, and the hand holding the phone was trembling.

He slightly couldn't believe what his ears were hearing at this moment, and he didn't dare to take a breath. He tentatively confirmed to Asakura Yui again: "Your Highness, please forgive me for being presumptuous, you...can you say what you just said again?" An order?"

"I... I seemed to be too nervous just now and didn't quite hear what you said."

"I told Inoue Kawao to take the people from Team [-] to tie up Lin Muxue and cause some trouble for Ye Xian. Do you hear me clearly this time?!" Asakura Yui's voice was slightly irritable.

The corner of his mouth was twitching even more fiercely: "I will take a special plane to Nanhuang to find Ye Xian in person soon. Please let Inoue Kawao do it with confidence and boldness. I will support you. Even if Ye Xian is angry again, he will never do it. I might kill you in front of me."

"Okay...Okay, Your Highness, I...I will convey your order to Inoue-kun right now."

Yusuke Ryomori's body was trembling violently, and cold sweat on his forehead continued to overflow.

Although Asakura Yui conveyed this matter to Inoue Kawao and the members of the ninth team of the Ghost Guard through herself, for execution.

Theoretically it has nothing to do with him.

But with Ye Xian's notoriety, he still couldn't resist the strong awe and fear rising in his heart. He was very afraid that Ye Xian would find him specifically after the incident, and then take revenge on him severely.

Thinking of Ye Xian's thunderous methods that might befall him, Inoue Chuanxiong was so nervous that he couldn't even speak.

Fortunately, Asakura Yui didn't say anything else and hung up the phone directly.

Otherwise, he, one of the top ten masters of the island country's royal family, would really be embarrassed in front of the little princess Yui Asakura today...

...gorgeous dividing line...

In the VIP lounge on the second floor of Shanshui Manor.

Just as Ye Xian hung up the phone on Yui Asakura and walked out of the bathroom, Feng Chuman immediately came over to him, buried his head in Ye Xian's arms, and said charmingly: "Who on earth made that call? Why did you chat with him for so long?"

Feng Chuman said that he would stand on tiptoes and cover Ye Xian's mouth with his cherry mouth.

Because the call with Yui Asakura was forcibly interrupted by Ye Xian in a very unpleasant atmosphere.

Ye Xian is in no mood to continue being affectionate with Feng Chuman.

He simply picked up Feng Chuman's slender A4 waist with his backhand. With a slightly irritated look, he threw her hard on the bed and adjusted her position with her back to him.

"Snapped!"

Ye Xian's palm hit Feng Chuman's peach-shaped buttocks heavily, causing an aftereffect of "duang, duang, duang".

Then Ye Xian straddled Feng Chuman's legs in a ventive manner and hit Feng Chuman's buttocks with several heavy palms.

Feng Chuman felt even more painful, and he kept bursting out from his mouth in painful and pleasant moans:

"Ouch! My dear brother, please be gentle. If you continue to spank me like this, sister, my ass will bloom!"

"This is really killing me. I didn't expect you to know so many tricks. Do you want to play some interesting role-playing games with your sister to add a bit of fun?"

Feng Chuman said, with a strange and charming look on his face, his eyes were blurred, he turned to Ye Xianjiao and licked his lips with his tongue, begging for mercy: "Master, please be gentle, you see you don't know anything. The pity for the fragrance and the pity of the jade are enough to hurt others."

This invisibly stimulated the most primitive animal nature in Ye Xian's body, making him unable to help but increase the intensity of hitting Feng Chuman's peach buttocks.

"Clap clap clap."

As the force in Ye Xian's hand became heavier and heavier, Feng Chuman's voice gradually changed from an imaginative wailing to a hard-working wail of pain but mixed with a bit of enjoyment.

When he couldn't bear it anymore, he subconsciously began to twist his A4 waist as agile as a water snake, and began to struggle violently under Ye Xian's body to resist.

"Are you still provoking me?"

Ye Xian clamped Feng Chuman's hands tightly, making her unable to move under him.

He glared at her with anger in his eyes and scolded her fiercely: "I haven't been able to feed you all morning. Could it be that you, a stinky widow with dissatisfied desires, really want to empty my body completely?"

For some reason, the word "stinky widow" made Feng Chuman's body suddenly startled, and a different kind of emotion rippled instantly in his big blurred eyes.

This strange feeling made Feng Chuman feel more comfortable and comfortable.

The body suddenly lost consciousness and froze on the spot.

For a moment, even the most basic struggles and wails and the painful wails coming from his mouth stopped subconsciously, as if Ye Xian had suddenly cast a body-holding spell...