Zhou Mu sneered.

"I think Zhao Tianfu is just wasting his time, like a blind man lighting a lamp. In the end, he lost both his wife and his army."

It's not that he was gloating, but it was a trap that anyone with eyes could see at a glance, yet Zhao Tianfu insisted on walking into it, so he had no one to blame but himself.

As they talked, the two prepared to head towards the Wentian Tower.

Just then, Fang Yun suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

A thin mist still shrouded the masked ghost's face.

As soon as it appears, the surrounding sunlight retreats in fear.

"What is it?"

Zhou Mu asked directly.

Fang Yun opened his palm, and a completely black token appeared in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Mu's pupils contracted slightly, seemingly somewhat surprised. He took the token, and after reading the words written on it, he couldn't help but laugh.

Then he handed the token to Lu Shan.

"What is this?" Lu Shan asked, taking the paper with a puzzled look.

After he saw the words clearly, he showed the same expression as Zhou Mu. He took a deep breath, looked at Zhou Mu in shock, and said, "You really did it?"

Zhou Mu nodded.

"Now you can rest assured."

"I'm relieved, I'm relieved." Lu Shan smiled broadly.

The text above reads: "The King of the Divine Realm has decided to annul the engagement."

The author of this piece is Chen Tai'a.

But then, Lu Shan suddenly sensed something was wrong. He hurriedly looked at Zhou Mu, "Chen Tai'a spoke up for me. He's always been the kind of person who doesn't do things without a reason. You must have promised him something. Could it be that you're involved with Xiao Jiu...?"

Zhou Mu sighed and shook his head. "It's not entirely because of you. I had my reasons for letting Xiao Jiu leave, and it has nothing to do with you."

Lu Shan, however, did not think so.

He pulled Zhou Mu aside and said, "You absolutely cannot let my situation ruin your relationship. Come on, I'll go talk to Chen Tai'a. You absolutely cannot separate, or I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

His tone was very urgent.

He had already decided that if Chen Tai'a did not allow it, he would have Uncle Hei take action.

He refused to believe that the Black Emperor, who was so powerful hundreds of years ago that he could dominate the world, would be no match for a junior.

At worst, he would just go all out, with Wentianlou to back him up.

At worst, we'll both perish.

Zhou Mu said, "It has nothing to do with you. The little girl has a hidden power, like a volcano that may erupt at any time. I can only block it, not channel it. But Chen Tai'a has a way to channel it. Only he can help Xiao Jiu get through this difficult time."

Lu Shan was somewhat skeptical of these words.

He thought it was an excuse Zhou Mu made up to avoid making him feel guilty.

Seeing Zhou Mu's solemn expression, he suddenly thought of something, "According to the usual tropes of novels, if Ye Mujiu leaves, what if she's snatched away by other forces, or what if someone from another force takes a liking to her and then..."

He didn't say the rest.

Zhou Mu's reaction to this was lukewarm.

He had already thoroughly mastered these tricks in his previous life as a struggling writer, so naturally he had memorized them by heart.

When Chen Tai'a told him these things, he remembered these routines.

He felt that he couldn't be too selfish, and he couldn't let his feelings for Ye Mujiu cause her to get into trouble, otherwise his feelings would become a burden.

evening

The family punishment of forty strokes was applied without exception, and all of them landed on Zhao Jing.

By the time the family punishment was over, Zhao Jing's back was a bloody mess.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianfu felt extremely distressed and quickly took out his life-saving elixir and fed it to Zhao Jing.

Fifty strokes of the rod would be enough to kill someone, and at this moment, Zhao Jing had been struck forty times, leaving him only a breath away from death.

Fortunately, Zhao Tianfu had a life-saving elixir, which Zhao Jing swallowed, thus saving his life.

If there were no life-saving elixir today, Zhao Jing would have been beaten to death.

Although he was spared, the physical pain he endured was excruciating. Zhao Jing nearly fainted several times from the pain, but the people carrying out the family discipline killed him each time, forcing him to suffer the agony.

When Zhao Jing woke up from his deep sleep, there was only an hour left before nightfall. The sky was ablaze with sunset colors, and the fiery red clouds resembled the blush on a young woman's face.

His consciousness was still somewhat sluggish.

Zhao Jing walked onto the road.

For a moment, he didn't know what had happened.

The cold wind brought him back to his senses, and his expression immediately hardened. "Oh no... Dong'er is in danger."

Bathed in the setting sun, he ran along the road he remembered.

Finally, they arrived at Zhao Dong'er's boudoir.

The light in Zhao Dong'er's bedroom would usually be on at this time, but it was off.

Zhao Jing's heart skipped a beat and instantly turned cold.

"No……"

He murmured something unconsciously.

At that moment, a graceful figure slowly walked out from the side.

It was Zhao Dong'er.

"Dong'er, you didn't go?"

Zhao Jing was overjoyed.

Zhao Dong'er pursed her lips and said sadly, "I don't want to go... but Father..."

"Then I won't go."

Zhao Jing hugged Zhao Dong'er tightly. "While your father is out on business, I'll take you away now and leave this mess behind."

Zhao Dong'er shook her head. "No, Father said that as a young lady of Sihai Pavilion, I should act like one."

"Are you stupid? That's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire! Do you expect me to just watch you jump in?" Zhao Jing's eyes reddened with emotion. "You're my own sister, someone I've spoiled since we were little. I can't..."

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