Capítulo 1463: Chapter 918: Thrift and Frugality Are Virtues (2)
You don’t accept it, that’s your business. Is it necessary to get so angry and throw a tantrum?
Li Jiujiu is of a gentle nature, yet she can be quite assertive towards people and things.
When she is easy to talk to, she will accommodate you; but if you get sarcastic, she can also get ferocious, baring her teeth and claws at you.
“Look at how sister is speaking, in this pugilist world, we are all sons and daughters of the Four Seas and Five Lakes.
I have no familial ties with you, nor do I have any connection with your precious son.
Calling you ‘sister’ shouldn’t be inappropriate, right? What are you mad about? Or perhaps…”
Li Jiujiu pretends to be surprised and covers her mouth: “Do you fancy for my beauty and want to propose a marriage for your son, expecting to be your convenient daughter-in-law?”
Ying Ji’s face turns ashen: “If you’re a flower, then from now on, even cows would dare not lay manure.”
At this mont, Yin Baishuang notices Li Jiujiu’s expression change, and her gaze is filled with admiration mingled with so pity.
Out of kindness, she can’t help but interrupt: “Miss Li, is the poison in your body any better now? Talking will exhaust your spiritual power, better to focus on stabilizing your injury.”
Li Jiujiu snorts lightly, being compared to cow manure, she’s quite angry at heart.
She deliberately flaunts by casually taking out a rhino horn emitting an obsidian-like gloss from her pocket.
Then, with an eye expression suggesting ‘what are you looking at, haven’t seen this before, you bumpkins,’ she continues provocatively:
“This is the sacred Treasure of Abyssal Dynasty, the Net Evil Horn, which has the effect of dispelling poison and scattering evil. My husband is a very skilled deceitful Dao cultivator of Abyssal Dynasty, ordinary people can’t even see this.
As for your son with his romantic face, I really don’t fancy him!
Not to criticize you, miss, but look at your taste in n. This Ji fellow, although not bad looking, is a disaster waiting to happen when he can’t control himself around pretty won.
Clearly, you’re right there beside him, yet after suffering from Chi Wenyan’s sche, not fully recovered, he leaves you and your mother to chase after so other attractive lady.
Judging from his eager deanor, he’s likely aiming to be a visiting son-in-law of the Taixuan Sect; a man willing to live off a woman like this shouldn’t be kept around to introduce back ho to your father to enjoy New Year together, should he?”
Li Jiujiu’s words are downright lethal, indiscriminately hitting allies and enemies alike; with just the simple phrase ‘visiting son-in-law of Taixuan Sect,’ she keenly stings Yin Baishuang’s heart.
This is truly ruthless, hitting right at the heart.
Embracing her role, Li Jiujiu pays no attention to Yin Baishuang’s expression, earnestly advising:
“Let be honest with you, miss. You’re so beautiful, just like that red-clad Young Master from Cangwu Palace, as if carved from the sa mold.
But although he’s attractive, he’s a crazed daughter cut off from all kin!” Jiujiu says while slapping her thigh hard.
“I once saw her in Xianling City, she was downright sinister, chasing my sweetheart with a sword.
With her kind of spooky persona — birds fly away from the mountains, paths vanish upon her arrival — no matter how pretty she is, no man would love her.”
The Young Sect Master looks at Yin Baishuang again, complinting extravagantly: “But you’re different. You in green attire are prettier than that star of bad luck in red mourning attire.
To think that you’d want to choose this little man who takes his mother everywhere over any other man available.”
Yin Baishuang smirks coldly, her gaze carrying deep aning as she glances at Li Jiujiu, then shuts her mouth without speaking further.
As they speak, Li Jiujiu glances disdainfully at Ying Ji with an aloof look, deliberately posing a realistic deanor to annoy:
“Nowadays, n are nurous while won are few, especially female cultivators are even rarer.
Our Lihe Sect is a sect of considerable status, how could we consider such an unknown little man?
Your son cannot compare to my husband, so you can rest easy.
This ‘sister,’ from , is as valuable as gold, you deserve it, but don’t expect to change how I call you, okay.”
Hearing these words, Ying Ji’s face nearly cracks.
She reveals a sinister smile, her eyes deep: “Hopefully, Sister Li can hold onto these words for a lifeti, and in the future, refrain from coming crying to , as this crying and pestering never works on .”
Li Jiujiu instinctively wants to chuckle coolly and retort, but she suddenly feels a chill, and reluctantly seals her lips.
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Wen Hanwei finally chose to descend in an old mountain in a Deserted City, with no one around, even mountain creatures fled to the distance under the murderous aura she deliberately released.
The golden sparks surrounding her occasionally erupted with terrifying energy, crushing grass and trees and shattering rocks that soared into the sky.
The dreadful aura of disaster hovered and coiled above her head, making her seem like a precise coordinate, locked within.
The entire world was dim and murky, serpentine rocks erged briefly, Wen Hanwei didn’t even have ti to tidy her clothes disheveled by the Gale.
The aura around her abruptly collapsed, releasing a powerful consciousness.
The ground beneath her feet cracked horrifically, and Wen Hanwei’s body was violently shaken upwards by the huge force rising from the Abyss crevice.
Even in the instant when that terrifying aura exploded, Wen Hanwei reacted with incredible speed, slightly shifting her body to protect vital places like her heart and spirit platform.
Despite this, under the imnse impact, her entire back felt as if slashed by an invisible Thunder Sword.
Her clothes on the back exploded into shattered butterflies, drifting away in the wind.
The flesh turned crimson and flew apart like crushed at paste, even exposing the sinister spinal bones.
Before the blood could spray out, it was evaporated into a bloody mist by the scorching energy.
Wen Hanwei knitted her fine brows like ink in mist, seemingly in extre pain, uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of blood.
She could not control her body, allowing herself to be crazily tossed around like a pebble in a storm.
Her body rolled about, the wound on her back seed to rend her into two.
Just as she was about to pass out from the pain, a sword light slashed from the horizon.
Under the night sky, the aura of Spiritual Power moved along with it.
The fragnt of Immortal Official seal surrounding her suddenly broke apart.
A figure darted in through the gap like a flowing light.
The raging Gale was like sharp little knives, cutting her eyelids painfully, unable to keep them open.
Unable to see, she felt herself fall into a cold embrace, the terrifying consciousness around her seed to be blocked away into another world.
The booming thunder and sharp cut of pain suddenly retreated afar.
Wen Hanwei hadn’t opened her eyes, but already guessed who had co.
Her first thought wasn’t one of gratitude, nor resentnt for his reckless disregard for safety.
The first thing that ca to her mind was an imnse sense of pity.
She moved her arm painstakingly, touched the large gaping wound on her back, sighed, and said:
“This power is so strange, when it falls on the body, the freshly cut wound’s blood is instantly scorched dry, truly a waste.”
“Even if you were to lick it a couple of tis, it wouldn’t fill your stomach, likely just scald your tongue.””
Baili An, after a thousand-mile journey to arrive, on the brink of life and death, thought this Lady Wen would say so kind of tragic dying words.
Unexpectedly, the first words she blurted out were such unrefined words.
When Baili An lowered his head, he saw the empty wine flask tightly clenched in Wen Hanwei’s other hand, realizing she wasn’t joking.
Who carries an empty wine flask with them, when she doesn’t even drink?
Before Baili An could speak, Wen Hanwei caught her breath and continued:
“Though so was wasted, it doesn’t matter. As a friend, I would never let my dear friend starve in vain.”
“Three years ago, I went to the Desert North to exterminate demons, encountered a Drought, fought for three days, and finally cut down the demon with my sword.”
“anwhile, I was struck thrice, captured the blood flowing from my wounds into three jars without wasting a drop, chilling them under the bamboo forest where I taught you cultivation.””
“If you ever find yourself in a tight spot, drink a couple of mouthfuls, it should tide you over a bit of hunger.””
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