Completed!!!
A short-tempered bandit princess consort who starts a fight at the drop of a hat VS a domineering, dark, overprotective王爷.
1V1 hilarious sweet宠.
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The fake Shadowless was so humiliated that his face looked like a spilled palette, alternating between black and red, a mixture of anger and hatred.
At this moment, Pian Xuebingling was like a machine gun, her little mouth spitting out words without even catching her breath. Moreover, every word she uttered was imbued with a mysterious and unpredictable rhythm. To the ears of the fake Wuying, it was truly like being shot, causing him to suffer a severe blow to his body and mind, leaving him unable to retaliate.
“In thousands of years, only a treacherous and ungrateful creature like you has appeared. How can you still have the face to exist in this world? You might as well jump into this lava hell and dissolve yourself, and stop reincarnating, so that your deceased ancestors will not be disgraced by you.”
"Let me tell you another fact that servants may not be aware of: just as a servant's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation are all thanks to his master, so too are his literary and martial talents, cultivation techniques, and skills. But just as a servant's food, clothing, shelter, and transportation can never surpass his master's, so too can his literary and martial talents, cultivation techniques, and skills."
"So you think your cultivation is above your master's, that's just a ridiculous delusion; what you eat, wear, use, and learn is just what your master left over. The light of a firefly can never compete with the brilliance of the moon."
"If you owned a dog, would you treat it like a brother or son? Don't let your master reward you with a couple of meat bones and make you forget who you are and where you belong. If I were you, I would die right now!"
Ghost Face silently turned around and glanced at Snow Spirit, whose mouth seemed to have been activated by a cheat code: "..."
Little fox, I suspect you're subtly criticizing me?
Xue Bingling stared intently at Wuying, who was now lying on the ground in "shame" after being told off by her, and didn't bother to pay any attention to Guimian.
Ghost Face angrily turned to Shang Xiye: "Master, is this little fox doing this on purpose?!"
"Of course you're not a dog," Shang Xiye gave Ghost Face a reassuring look.
Look, this is what a true master looks like!
Just as Ghost Face was about to be moved, Shang Xiye added admiringly, "You're much smarter than Dog, and you can eat more than Dog."
Ghost Face: "...!"
You heartless, damned male master! When you see the female master again, don't expect me to say a single good word for you!
Let this little fox cause trouble and drive away the mistress; you'll be single forever!
snort!
The reason why the fake Wuying was "ashamed" was not because of Xue Bingling's words, but because of Shang Xiye's agreement with Xue Bingling's words. The more he believed that Xue Bingling was right, the less presence the fake Wuying, which was a concoction based on his memories, had.
Moreover, Xue Bingling used sacrificial power, which dealt a fatal blow to him, a phantom formed from demonic energy. That's why he became weaker and weaker, less and less present, and was even on the verge of dissipating.
Suddenly, Ghost Face couldn't bear being attacked by his master and blurted out, "Did you hear that? I'm talking to you. Even if you were the real Shadowless, you'd still be no match. You're only fit to be my little brother's training partner."
Who is Ghostface's henchman? It's the Ancestral Beast!
Although the Ancestral Beast's cultivation level was not as high as Ghost Face's at the time, its combat power was still off the charts!
If the ancestral beast were to grow up, it would definitely be a devastating weapon in the human world!
Ghost Face's one extra word could have caused him a huge disaster.
As soon as he spoke, both he and Shang Xiye immediately thought of the Ancestral Beast.
The fake Shadowless, who was already on the verge of collapse as Xue Bingling said, was like a spark meeting an oil drum.
The tent exploded instantly!