"I agree."
Hongluan and Qingluan said in unison.
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing in her clear, bright eyes a determination to win.
Qingluan believes in feelings, while Hongluan believes in her own judgment.
Qingluan thought this way because before she came here, she had heard how much Zhao Tianfu doted on Zhao Dong'er, treating her like a precious jewel, and that he had never even spoken harshly to her, let alone scolded her.
Moreover, Zhao Tianfu must know what kind of person Wu Ming is. Sending his daughter here is not a matter of forcing her to stay overnight; it is a matter of life and death.
Zhao Tianfu wouldn't be that stupid.
For a vague promise, he sent his beloved daughter, whom he had cherished for over a decade, to the guillotine.
Hongluan, on the other hand, thought that Zhao Tianfu was doing this for his own future, or, to put it more deeply, for the Four Seas Pavilion to surpass the Sword God Palace and take the top spot in the Desolate Heaven Domain.
If he were to make a sacrifice, Zhao Tianfu would likely be able to harden his heart.
She has always had a particularly accurate understanding of human nature.
Just then
Bang bang bang
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Then a sound came in.
"Young Master, I've brought my daughter with me. Would you mind opening the door?"
It was Zhao Tianfu's voice.
Hongluan glanced at Qingluan and laughed, "I won, she's mine now."
Qingluan muttered, "That Zhao Tianfu is such a scoundrel. He's even willing to give away his own daughter. I really don't know what to say."
The door opened.
Wu Ming was only wearing a thin shirt.
Beneath the thin shirt, her figure was curvaceous.
It would be a bit presumptuous to meet people so abruptly.
However, upon seeing her, Zhao Tianfu couldn't find the words to say a proper greeting. He simply smiled and bowed, saying, "Young Master, my daughter has arrived. Look..."
As he spoke, he turned to the side.
Zhao Dong'er was revealed behind him.
At this moment, Zhao Dong'er had already finished her makeup, and she looked like a person who had stepped out of a painting. She was wearing a large black robe, and through her chest, one could vaguely see the thin, cicada-wing-like fabric.
Wu Ming swallowed hard and asked, "Have you figured it out?"
In a corner unseen by Wu Ming, a dark glint flashed in Zhao Tianfu's eyes, but when he looked up, he had already regained his obsequious expression and said with a smile, "I've figured it out, I've figured it out. Here it is, I've brought it over for you. Please enjoy it."
After saying that, he turned to Zhao Dong'er and said, "Go quickly and serve the young master well. This is your good fortune."
Zhao Dong'er did not respond.
A fleeting look of sorrow crossed her clear eyes.
Is it pathetic?
sad.
The person standing in front of her, the one who was about to push her into the fire, was her father, the father who had spoiled her since she was a child.
Zhao Tianfu is gone.
Zhao Dong'er took small steps into the room.
Upon entering, one could see Qingluan and Hongluan cleaning up the mess next to the bathtub, while the bloodstains on the bed had already been cleaned up.
Zhao Dong'er was, after all, an unmarried girl, but upon seeing this scene, she had some inappropriate thoughts.
They thought Wu Ming was done with it.
In the dead of night, with two beautiful women in the room, it's hard not to have impure thoughts.
Qingluan and Hongluan took their leave. Qingluan was clearly somewhat unconvinced. As she passed Zhao Dong'er, she said resentfully, "Your father is a real scoundrel, humph!"
She wrinkled her nose; it was cute.
These words struck a chord with Zhao Dong'er.
The door closed slowly.
Only Zhao Dong'er and Wu Ming remained in the room.
The wind whistled in through the cracks in the window frame.
"Take it off, it's warm inside."
After being released once, Wu Ming no longer had the same intense desire for Zhao Dong'er as before.
He sat on the bed, quietly observing Zhao Dong'er.
The flickering lights cast shadows on Zhao Dong'er's face, revealing a flawless beauty. In particular, the blush on her stunningly beautiful face resembled that of a ripe green apple, making one's mouth water.
For Wu Ming at this moment, such a person is undoubtedly a fatal temptation.
He hadn't expected Zhao Dong'er to be so beautiful.
Being stared at so blatantly was unbearable for Zhao Dong'er. Even after hearing the latter's words, she remained motionless, keeping her head down. At this moment, she had even lost the courage to look up.
"Relax, just think of it as a sacrifice for your brother."
Wu Ming smiled and walked over, then reached out and put his arm around Zhao Dong'er's slender waist. He clearly felt the latter's body stiffen, and he tightened his grip on the black robe, as if he could feel the slight trembling of her body.
"Don't be afraid. You are mine now. I won't lay a hand on you without your permission."
Wu Ming became particularly patient with newly blossoming flowers, especially fledglings who had never experienced anything, guiding them step by step.
He was waiting for the moment when the flower would bloom, a moment whose beauty far surpassed all the splendor in the world, and that was when he enjoyed it most.
And this is the kind of flavor that seasoned veterans cannot match.
That was enough to make him intoxicated and mesmerized.
Zhao Dong'er had nowhere to retreat.
She walked to the bedside and, being extremely sensitive to all kinds of smells, immediately caught a faint scent of blood. Even though it was well concealed, her naturally sensitive nature couldn't stop the smell from filling her nostrils.
His face turned pale instantly.
It seems... Dad was right.
She shouldn't have felt even a shred of relief.
Her face grew paler and paler.
The frequency of his hand trembling increased.
Seeing Zhao Dong'er's change, Wu Ming immediately understood, but he pretended that nothing had happened. After Zhao Dong'er sat down, he sat down next to her and looked at her by the candlelight.
"I've met so many women, and while you might not be the most beautiful, you're definitely top-notch. Tell me, what's your wish? I'll grant it."
Perhaps out of a touch of pity for destroying such a beautiful flower, Wu Ming was actually a little reluctant at this moment.
As he spoke, he slowly placed his palm on her face, which was as smooth as a child's skin. The latter trembled violently and instinctively moved her body back.
But seeing Wu Ming's cold gaze, Zhao Dong'er had no choice but to revert to her original state.
Wu Ming laughed and said, "Everyone says that the best flowers should always be picked first, but I don't think so. I think that if we pick the flowers while they are still growing, we will miss the beauty of spring and think that the cruelty of winter is a gift from heaven."
He gently stroked Zhao Dong'er's red lips with his fingers.
Zhao Dong'er tried her best to hide her inner fear, which stemmed from her fear of Wu Ming. Even when she was extremely afraid, she forced herself not to show her fear.
But Wu Ming, being a seasoned hunter, could easily see this, and his interest only grew stronger.
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