Chapter 163 Where's your dead father?

Of course, losing money can also be quite satisfying.

A wall... a thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

Wolf Gray, seeing Jiang Xianwan's pained expression, couldn't bear it. He secretly went downstairs to pay the bill in advance, only to find that some idiot had already paid it, enough for them to party and have fun for a few days.

Happy and cheerful, they planned to return to their private room.

Something... blocked his path at that moment.

Looking down, I was surprised to see a black tortoise carrying a baby on its back.

Jiang Xingxing also had a large, fat fish with shifty eyes tucked into his arms.

Wolf Grey was instantly jolted awake, sobering up slightly.

He glanced around warily, lowered his voice, and said viciously, "Where's your dead father?"

Jiang Xingxing: "He's not dead."

Wolf Too Gray: "..."

That would be very wrong. Feng Huixue would never let Feng Xingxing out of his sight, or Bai Yu would be with him.

But Bai Yu is drinking in the private room!

Wolf Gray pondered for a moment, feeling conflicted.

That dead fox is probably watching from somewhere.

He waved his hand impatiently, bypassing Jiang Xingxing, "Go play somewhere else."

He couldn't leave; Jiang Xingxing grabbed his big tail and said, "I want to go eat too."

Wolf Grey glared with his eyes wide open, "I'll eat you, you believe me or not!"

Jiang Xingxing: "Trust."

Dad said the big bad wolf loves to eat children, especially children like him.

One bite at a time, one bite at a time.

Wolf Taihui stared at him for a full eighty seconds, trying to pull his tail back, but he was no match for Jiang Xingxing's strength. He grabbed the turtle in one hand and Jiang Xingxing, who was holding the fish in the other, and kicked the door open while cursing, then casually tossed it aside.

Then, with a menacing air, she opened the most expensive spirit wine, grabbed Bai Yu by the collar, and with a ferocious expression, poured it into his mouth.

"Dead bird! I'll drink you to death!"

I'll beat you to death, or I'll make you drink myself to death!

I'll show you all for going against me. Even a little brat as tall as a stool leg dares to touch his tail!

He's not as strong as Feng Xingxing!

That's infuriating!

Several feathers fell off Bai Yu's wings, and he was so angry that his face turned red.

Of course, it's also possible that he was drunk.

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Beneath the crabapple tree, moonlight filtered through layers of flowers and leaves, dappling the man's cool, aloof face.

The shadows of flowers swayed at his feet, and his long, ankle-length silver hair seemed to be covered with a layer of faint frost.

Wu Miao knelt on the cold, hard ground, the bright red begonia petals brushing against her chin and falling onto her robe, like tiny pieces of jade lifted on thick ink, before merging into the somber night.

His brows were heavily furrowed, impossible to smooth out or brush away, frozen into a corner of the night, his voice hoarse and ethereal.

"It was my fault for not disciplining him properly, which led to this terrible mistake. When I return to the sect, I am willing to endure a hundred lashes and be thrown into the blood pool again."

His gaze lingered on that petal, his vision blurring and reminding him of certain heavily shrouded past events.

"What happened before...it was me, I deceived Junior Uncle...and forced Jiang Xianwan..."

Wu Miao closed her eyes, her throat dry, unable to utter another word.

Jiang Xianwan must loathe him terribly.

Di Yin gently caught the crimson crabapple blossom, tracing its delicate patterns, his eyes seemingly filled with frost and snow.

He only blamed himself for what had happened in the past.

He could no longer ignore what had happened today.

Feng Huixue and the other three wouldn't let it go either; once they made their move, he would truly be unforgivable.

Di Yin let out a soft sigh, infused the petal with a wisp of spiritual energy, and held it in his palm, allowing his taut nerve endings to relax slightly.

Fortunately, when he disembarked from the cloud boat, he made his stance clear to Feng Huixue and the others.

"This person is of questionable character."

"If anything seems amiss, do not keep them here."

He knew Wu Miao well; he wouldn't mention a single word about Jiang Xianwan to anyone else.

The Eternal Sect will remain unknown to anyone else.

He didn't know when Wu Miao had taken in such a disciple. On the day he went into seclusion, he sensed that Lin Qingran had passed through the Wushan Formation. It seemed that any Wuyun Palace that was near him had been blown away by the dragon carp's tail, creating several mountain peaks.

Now, many controversies have arisen, each one involving Jiang Xianwan.

He cannot tolerate it.

Not at all.

Wu Miao lowered her head, then raised it again, revealing a deep, unspoken turmoil in the depths of her eyes, a crack that seemed to lie buried deep within.

He stared blankly at the slowly falling crabapple blossoms, his fingertips twitching as if he wanted to hold them back, but in the end he let them drift and fall into the dust, weighing heavily on his heart.

After an unknown amount of time, his breath became as faint as a wisp of smoke, and he fell silent.

"Yes, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly."

Even Pei Chang'an didn't know about Jiang Xianwan's constitution, so how did Lin Qingran find out?

The beast tides during the competition always came strangely, and seemed to be closely related to Lin Qingran.

I fear there might be something sinister lurking in the shadows causing trouble.

Lin Qingran was the second mistake he made.

He should be the one to end all the wrongdoings he has committed.

From the past to the present, we must give Jiang Xianwan an explanation.

Wu Miao had never felt such a bewildered weariness.

His steps were unsteady, the hem of his dark robe almost blending into the shadows at the tree roots, and his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the brightly lit restaurant not far away.

"Jiang Xianwan..."

"Jiang Zaozao..."

He exhaled a few muffled and bitter breaths, his fingertips lightly stroking the mustard seed pouch he had carried with him for a long time, embroidered with begonia patterns.

"if……"

But, where in this world are there so many "what ifs"?

Wu Miao suddenly turned around, flew onto the cloud boat, and prepared to personally escort Lin Qingran back to the sect, carefully examine her divine sense, and then prepare her for cooking.

As she turned the corner, she heard soft sobs and pitiful choked cries coming from the room. She took a step to leave, but the pitiful calls of "Master" echoed in her ears.

Wu Miao slowed her pace, her whole body resembling a jade sculpture sinking to the bottom of the water, and without hesitation, she waved her sleeve to add another layer of barrier.

As she listened to the footsteps that faded into the distance and soon disappeared, Lin Qingran's eyes reddened again.

Her slender fingers clenched the bedding, leaving deep creases, and two streams of tears rolled down her face. "Why, why!"

"I'm in this state, why won't he come in and see me!"

In fact, no one cared about her injuries or the humiliation she had suffered. They confined her to this cloud boat, ignoring her and leaving her to fend for herself!

Lin Qingran's almond-shaped eyes, like those of a deer, were filled with overwhelming hatred, and her breathing was hot and rapid.

Just as she emerged from the Void Ancient Realm, the Spring Tide Period followed closely behind. Pei Chang'an brought her here, and an elder left behind an unshakeable barrier.

If she weren't afraid of being discovered, she would have loved to ask why.

When she needed comfort the most, and was suffering terribly from her period and the pain in her body, Pei Chang'an was not there, and Wu Miao had also left heartlessly. There was no one by her side, not even someone to heal her wounds.

Lin Qingran, panting, could no longer contain her grievances and broke down in tears, crying out, "The eighteen beauties' portraits, now! Not a single one! Not a single one!"

"Jiang Xianwan snatched them all!"

"How am I supposed to get through the spring tide?!"

"My master and senior brothers all abandon me!"

Her face was covered in a thin layer of sweat, mixed with tears and dirt, which trickled down her neck, leaving a disheveled mark.

Her body, lying on the bed, trembled slightly as if burned by a raging fire. Finally, she couldn't stop crying and pleading, "System, please help me. I was wrong. I'll listen to you from now on."

"I'll do whatever you say... Please, help me..."

She kept repeating herself, clearly suffering from the pain of her injuries and the unbearable pain of her menstrual period.

Having achieved its objective, the system feigned indifference for a moment, then sneered, "Now you know to beg me?"