Especially upon seeing Mu Hanyan’s hesitation and the restless yet cautious deanor of Hua Yuezi and others, her delight was imnse.
"Xian’er, why don’t we deal with them first?" Zhao Sinin, much more cautious by nature, feared unexpected complications and thus advised Fourth Miss Zhao.
"No, I want to see them in fear and trepidation, wanting to make a move but not daring to do so easily. You don’t understand, this kind of inner tornt is the greatest torture. I’ve heard of people going mad from such tornt—ha ha... ha ha..." Fourth Miss Zhao said willfully, breaking into manic laughter, as if she had already witnessed Mu Hanyan going insane from her torture. Wishful thinking is a sickness, it needs to be cured!
"Xian’er..." Zhao Sinin wanted to persuade her further.
"Don’t speak, I’ve already decided. You handle those beasts first, and we’ll deal with them later. I want them to neither live nor die as they wish, to return the humiliation he served upon a hundredfold, a thousandfold. I want him to beco the laughing stock of Heishi City, no... of the entire Anyun Country, to make him never able to lift his head for the rest of his life." Fourth Miss Zhao interrupted him again, her voice fierce and resolute.
Such a capricious and spoiled temperant might be annoying in the eyes of so, yet in the eyes of a smitten Zhao Uncle Zhao and Zhao Sinin, it seed rather cute and charming. Considering that the one she was up against was his forr rival in love, the bigger the fuss, the better the chance for them to get together. Zhao Sinin would not further upset himself, thus he stopped trying to persuade her.
Knowing how much Fourth Miss Zhao desired those dicinal herbs, Zhao Sinin certainly couldn’t disappoint his goddess. He drew his longsword and with what he perceived to be a masterful and elegant flourish, he struck at a wild goat that was nibbling on the herbs.
The sword’s light swept through, and blood sprayed as the goat was cleaved in half. The dying scream alard the feasting birds and beasts, and suddenly the flora erupted into chaos, with all manner of creatures dashing out from their hiding places, scrambling in every direction.
Showing off deliberately, Zhao Sinin posed in what he believed to be sufficiently debonair and captivating stances, continuing to strike towards the scattering birds and beasts. Each swing of his sword drew a swath of blood through the air.
The poor creatures hadn’t expected such an unprovoked disaster and, in their panic, dashed about like headless flies.
"Huff, huff..." A little pig, its eyes full of terror, blundered in its panic and charged straight towards Fourth Miss Zhao.
Fourth Miss Zhao, who had been focusing her ntal state entirely on Mu Hanyan and the others, suddenly heard this familiar huffing sound and turned her head instinctively.
A piglet, a pink piglet!
In that instant, boundless fear surged through her. No one knew that the previous streaking incident had beco Fourth Miss Zhao’s inescapable nightmare, buried deep within her heart, its root stemming from that very pink piglet.
"Pig!" Fourth Miss Zhao scread with all her might, her voice desperate and strained. And her hands, out of sheer terror, clutched the Golden Chains so tightly, all her qi instinctively pouring into them.
Amidst the twinkling golden light, Fourth Miss Zhao’s eyes rolled back, and like a log, she fell straight backward. The Golden Chains in her hands pointed directly at Zhao Sinin.
What is a pig of a teammate?
In this mont, Fourth Miss Zhao provided a perfect definition of the term.
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