Chapter 48 Young Master, please calm down.
The girl's long black hair flowed freely as she fell, her golden hairpin swaying softly. A corner of her veil was lifted, revealing her gorgeous and elegant red dress with gold carvings, which made her skin look like solidified white jade. Her red lips, adorned with rouge, were delicate and alluring.
Her body plummeted rapidly, her stunningly beautiful face falling silently, tinged with deathly stillness.
After a moment of stunned silence, a dark and malevolent aura surged within Chi Wenqing, and a shadowy glint flashed in his eyes.
This is his junior sister, his Jianjian.
But she appeared here, dressed in a wedding gown and with red makeup.
To everyone's astonishment, Chi Wenqing stood up, raised his hand, and with a swift movement of the air, the petite body of the girl in red landed steadily in his arms.
Mu Jianjian felt herself being embraced, surrounded by the scent of sandalwood. Her heart pounded, and the red veil was wrapped around the heavy jewelry on her head, obscuring her vision.
All that could be seen was a man dressed in white.
Damn it, I got caught after all.
"System, please retrieve the original plot from twenty years in the future." Mu Jianjian was preparing for the worst.
They began to formulate a cultivation plan for this so-called holy land.
She's made up her mind!
If she really gets locked up, then she'll work hard and strive to kill these people and leave the secret realm in ten years!
[Loading the original book's plot~]
"...Ye Wuluo lifted Sang Wanyue's chin, "Little Yue'er, you will always be mine."
Sang Wanyue's eyes were filled with tears, "Really?"
"Close it, I'm not watching anymore," Mu Jianjian said the next second, her heart filled with grief and indignation.
This kind of plot is better left unwatched!
The lively conversation in the hall vanished instantly, replaced by an eerie silence. The clan leader, seeing the white-clad man holding the red-clad girl, feared that the man might suddenly become enraged and slit her throat.
He gripped the wooden staff with both hands and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, it was our clan's poor hospitality that caused this mistake. Please forgive us."
Wan Qinghuan clenched her fists, her eyes flashing with resentment.
She was always confident in her tree poison, but unexpectedly, something went wrong at the most crucial moment!
That person should be completely immobilized and under her control, so why was she still able to move him and even disturb that person?
At the banquet, Wan Xing, dressed in her finest attire and with thick lipstick, could not conceal her scars. Her resentful gaze fell upon the white-clad man's arms holding the young girl.
She had tried every means to get close to him before, and wouldn't even let him touch the hem of her clothes, but now she naturally picked up a stranger?
After hearing her father's apology, Wan Xing suppressed her emotions, put on a well-behaved and polite smile, picked up a wine cup from the table, and raised it to Chi Wenqing.
"Young Master, although this woman is unruly and has escaped, I hope you will be magnanimous and not hold it against her. This cup is for you first."
Wanxing drank it down in one gulp, her demeanor elegant and graceful.
Disobedient?
Chi Wenqing's smile grew even deeper.
How much suffering did Jianjian endure while he was away?
Recalling the scene of holding the girl in his arms again, he saw that the blood-red atmosphere in the Lingzhen Pool of the Central Palace was weak, his right hand was almost crippled, and his already fragile body was too fragile to be held.
Jianjian almost left him.
Now that Jianjian is poisoned and imprisoned as a ritual sacrifice, if he doesn't come to the Wood Spirit Clan to retrieve the item this time, will he lose her again?
The sharp pain coming from my heart was unusually clear.
The murderous intent in his eyes surged like a tidal wave, but the warm and real breath of the girl in his chest was the only thing to be felt. Chi Wenqing turned to Wan Xing and gave her a delicate and perfect smile, his voice indifferent, "If you want me to calm down, you can just die."
Every word reveals a cold-blooded and indifferent nature.
Who does she think she is, to even be worthy of the title?
Wan Xing was so engrossed in the man's handsome smile that she didn't react at all, only to hear him utter such cruel words in a nonchalant tone.
The wine cup in her hand shattered instantly, and fragments, like sharp blades, hurtled towards her neck!
In desperation, Wan Qinghuan used all her true energy to barely stop the fragments, but some fragments still embedded themselves in her palm.
Wan Xing trembled as she looked at her aunt's back, which was blocking her way. A warm, damp sensation slid down her neck, and when she touched it instinctively, she saw it was covered in blood.
"Aaaaaahh ...
Wan Xing had always been treated with utmost respect and pampered in the clan; he had never seen anything like this before.
Just because of one sentence, she lost her life!
If it weren't for her aunt stopping her, she would probably be dead by now!
Mu Jianjian couldn't move; she leaned against the man's chest, listening to a screaming female voice followed by an urgent explanation from a weathered old man.
This must be the clan leader.
Mu Jianjian's heart settled down once again.
Very good, very good. Let's keep making a scene like this, the more chaotic the better.
The only advantage of being a sacrifice is that these people dare not touch her for now. As time slowly passes and her true energy recovers, the effects of the poison will also weaken, allowing her to slip away in the chaos.
Wan Qinghuan looked at the clansmen who were starting to panic and the clan leader who was anxiously apologizing. Ignoring the girl's crying and cursing behind her, she fixed her gaze on the girl in red.
What is certain now is that if Shaojun doesn't want to hug her, this girl will never be able to get close to him no matter what.
As the current situation unfolds, a clearer answer gradually emerges in my mind.
Wan Qinghuan knew she couldn't wait any longer.
Ignoring the bloodstains on her palms and the metallic taste of blood in her throat, she focused on manipulating the girl, deepening the mark left by the tree poison.
Mu Jianjian felt that she was leaning back just fine, but suddenly her body became out of control.
She raised her right hand upwards, her mouth stiffly open, a sense of foreboding rising within her.
No!
Mu Jianjian's weak resistance was ineffective. Her right hand finally gently caressed the man's face, her red lips parted slightly, and her sweet voice lingered.
"Young Master, please calm down."
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