Chapter 1372: Confessions (Birthday Extra for Shui Yun, Lalala)

Chapter 1372: Chapter 693: Confessions (Birthday Extra for Shui Yun, Lalala)

She wasn’t originally so careless, but subconsciously she always believed that since the Washing Sword Pavilion sent Wu Li, this late-Tribulation Crossing expert, she and Huangfuming were as good as done for, and being captured was to be expected. Therefore, she didn’t even think deeply about what Huangfuming said.

Looking back now, the lies he hastily made up were full of inconsistencies, like how she never noticed that there was no restriction placed on him, and all the way, no one came to check… She never even considered that not only was his body flowing with spiritual power, there was also a very peculiar evil qi! Although the Yong Worm can invade a cultivator’s body, whether it would be effective on him was still unknown.

She was still too naive with him! Ning Xiaoxian, you really are stupid beyond measure!

Someone outside opened the carriage door, and Ning Xiaoxian was about to jump out, when suddenly an arm extended from behind her, slamming the door shut with a “bang.” Following that, she felt her slender waist tighten as she was encircled by an arm, and she was pulled into a broad, warm embrace.

Huangfuming was tightly embracing her from behind, his head almost touching her neck, murmuring softly: “Sister, I didn’t do it on purpose. You are generous, could you forgive me this time?” His voice sounded very aggrieved.

Ning Xiaoxian froze, feeling the skin on her neck prickle from the heat of his breath, yet she dared not move, she simply swallowed nervously and said, “Let go.”

The meatball attached to her transmitted intense fear, yet at the same time indicated that if she wanted it to take action, it would certainly obey.

Even the Devouring Demon Vine was afraid of this guy?

Ning Xiaoxian dared not let it act recklessly. Her experience with Changtian had taught her that men’s instincts prefer to subdue struggling prey. The firm chest, warm body, and thick masculine aura reminded her that behind her stood a fully grown man.

“Sister, do you know?” A blurred voice came through her thick hair, his hand tightened around her waist again, “When you died in Bai Yujing, two beads broke off the ivory abacus. At that time, my heart ached as if it was about to split. I swore then to capture the person who caused your death, to slice him fifteen times a day with the best elixir, ensuring he doesn’t die, doing this for at least ten years. Then I would find other ways to torture him, only then could I quell this rage!”

Huangfuming took a deep breath: “Later I learned that the Shaking Heaven God rescued you and treated you in Hidden Stream, and hope filled my heart again. During these past six months, I’ve managed to kill anyone who dared to openly insult your reputation.” He paused, his voice choked, “A few days ago, I finally saw you with my own eyes. Good sister, you don’t know how happy I am!”

Ning Xiaoxian said coldly: “You’re happy, so you’re taking me as a joke, is that it?” She couldn’t help but feel angry, though her body trembled slightly at sensing an indescribable danger from him.

Huangfuming shook his head, his lips unintentionally brushed against her ear, causing her to quickly turn her head away. “I didn’t mean to deceive you. It was just hard to resist making a joke given the rare opportunity… Good sister, I realize my mistake. I’ll accept any punishment, how about I give you a hefty gift when you marry in autumn?”

“…Huh, why are you trembling so much?” He gently shook her by the waist a few times, then heard her say clearly, “Let go of me.” Her voice was cold as jade, carrying an unspeakable chill, causing him to release her involuntarily.

Ning Xiaoxian pushed open the carriage door and walked down, with Xiang Fen assisting her away, never looking back at him.

After walking far away, she gasped for air. Xiang Fen asked surprised: “What’s wrong, Miss?”

“I’m fine.” She shivered, and Xiang Fen hurriedly put a brocade fur around her shoulders.

Run Qi approached the carriage, whispered: “Young Master, what about the Washing Sword Pavilion?”

Huangfuming looked down at his own hands, still lingering with the fragrance from her body.

He gently clenched his fist, then raised his head, his face expressionless, only uttering coldly: “What to do? The Washing Sword Pavilion has only one Immortal Tribulation. Their current enemy is Hidden Stream, not my Mirror Sea Mansion. If they aren’t foolish, they should know they’re in dire straits and won’t provoke me again. Sister’s body will be well by tomorrow. Once she leaves… we should also be on our way.”

Run Qi agreed, but after glancing at his expression, couldn’t help but ask: “Really just like that, let her leave?”