NFBE Chapter 192 Slaves?
Chapter 192 Slaves?
"What does your majesty want to do?" Qing Lan raised his head and asked him bravely.
Mu Yunzhong seemed to be stumped by her question, his eyes turned cold. After turning around and seeing the person on the ground, his eyes flashed involuntarily.
Yeah? What on earth was he going to do?
What does the person in this body mean to me now?
"Are you questioning me?" His eyes turned gloomy and his tone turned cold.
Qinglan was captivated by his cold aura and quickly said, "Qinglan doesn't dare."
"I think you are very brave." Mu Yun finally smiled, interrupted her and looked at her directly, "This is not the first time you have interfered with my decision."
His aura was overwhelming, and a second pair of pupils faintly flashed in his angry eyes. Although it was only a fleeting flash, Qinglan saw it clearly.
She opened her eyes wide, wishing she could get closer to see him.
"For the sake of your assistance to me over the years, I will remind you one last time. Whether Bai Wangshu lives or dies depends on me."
Mu Yunzhong's voice continued, and Qinglan also heard the second voice line that was closely attached to this sentence in a trance.
Even Jiang Tingwan, who was standing opposite him, felt nervous. How could he appear again so quickly?
Qinglan was stunned by the scene before him, and even after being stunned for a moment, he couldn't hide his joy and smiled.
"Yes! Qinglan understands."
She looked into Mu Yunzhong's eyes almost infatuatedly, it was a feeling of a long-awaited reunion.
Although it was only a moment, and although she was not sure, her heart, which had been silent for many years, was boiling hotly at this moment, like a long drought finally coming to an end. She was overjoyed, and Mu Yunzhong was very important to her now.
When Jiang Tingwan saw Qinglan's expression, he was deeply shocked.
Qing Lan also restrained the expression in his eyes, looked at her, and said: "Qing Lan is just worried that Bai Wangshu's cultivation is temporarily declining. If she recovers her strength, this iron chain will not be able to lock her up."
Qinglan took a step back, as if he was considering Mu Yunzhong, or as if it was an explanation.
Mu Yun finally took a step back and looked at Jiang Tingwan opposite him.
"Qing Lan must have a way to make her stay by my side peacefully, right?"
Hearing these words and being looked at by these two people at the same time, Jiang Tingwan felt a sudden chill on his back.
No way, you two are just playing games, don't mess with me.
Jiang Tingwan subconsciously shrank back.
Mu Yunzhong's eyes were filled with coldness, and he added, "As long as she doesn't die and doesn't delay her duty as a slave, Qinglan can do it."
The tone of his words sounded like an order, but also like a reminder.
Qing Lan turned around, raised her face, and replied with a smile: "Then cut open her golden elixir. A cultivator will be useless if he loses his golden elixir."
Mu Yun finally smiled slightly and did not reject her proposal.
With just a slight wave of his hand, all the chains bound on Jiang Tingwan were untied, and he turned around and went to his seat on the steps.
Although Jiang Tingwan felt relieved physically, he was not relieved in his heart. He subconsciously shouted, "Is this not necessary?"
Well, well, these two people, one compromised and followed the other's ideas, and the other took a step back to prove his position.
In the end, the only one who got hurt was Jiang Ting.
For a monk to dissect a dantian is like for a mortal to dissect a heart. She is not Bai Wangshu, and she does not have such a strong tolerance. Even if Bai Wangshu's body can withstand such torture, she cannot bear the pain. They will definitely not use anesthesia. If they dissect a dantian, what if she dies of pain? The last time she died, she suspected that she died of pain. She cannot experience that feeling again.
"Don't worry, I know I'm guilty of a grave sin and I won't run away. It's just being a slave, right? I agree and am willing to do it. You don't have to go to great lengths to make it a fuss, it's troublesome and laborious, right..." Jiang Tingwan assured with all her sincerity. She was not a tough person and she couldn't bear it.
Jiang Tingwan's words sounded almost like begging for mercy. Qinglan, who was walking towards her, was full of confusion. A look of mockery suddenly appeared on her beautiful face.
"I didn't expect that the Third Elder actually had such a side to him. I have never thought of this!"
Hearing her words, Mu Yunzhong's expression flickered slightly.
Jiang Tingwan instinctively shrank back and glanced at Mu Yunzhong who was sitting in his seat. He had just helped him, and he treated him like this? He knew that he was not Bai Wangshu, not Bai Wangshu, so why couldn't he learn to accept the responsibility of every wrong?
"Don't worry, Third Elder. I will give you a quick death."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Tingwan suddenly came to his senses. What does it mean to be happy? What does it mean to be happy? Or to die happily?
In an instant, Qinglan's slender jade fingers turned into sharp and pointed fox claws and rushed towards her.
Jiang Tingwan was about to mobilize his spiritual power to resist, but he had already used up all his spiritual power in awakening Mu Yunzhong. Instead of being able to use his spiritual power, his breath became disordered and his breathing became irregular.
Knowing that her death was approaching, she reflexively put her hands in front of her and turned her head to avoid it.
After a brief silence, the vicious claws did not approach it. Jiang Tingwan opened her eyes, but saw Yu Xiao standing in front of her.
Yuxiao turned the sharp sword sideways, and Qinglan retreated as a result, immediately turning to look at Mu Yunzhong who was sitting on the seat.
"Your Highness?"
Jiang Tingwan put down his hand, looked at Yuxiao who was shining with spiritual light in the air, and subconsciously looked at Mu Yunzhong.
However, the man opposite only had a slight flicker in his eyes, and then he leaned forward in surprise, looking deeply at the Yuxiao Spirit Sword that was parked in front of Jiang Tingwan.
"It seems that this sword has a spirit and is willing to protect its master. Even I cannot stop it."
Qinglan's expression also changed, as if he had just remembered that the original owner of this sword was Bai Wangshu.
She glanced angrily at Jiang Tingwan lying on the ground, then glanced at Mu Yunzhong above her, and said, "I will take her down to dissect her right away."
"No need."
Her words were interrupted by Mu Yunzhong's sharp voice, and then seven bone nails suddenly appeared in Mu Yunzhong's hand. With a wave of his hand, they hit the seven major acupoints on Jiang Tingwan's body at the fastest speed.
Jiang Tingwan, who was still deep in thought, suddenly felt seven sharp pains in her body, so fast that she didn't even have time to react, "You..."
She stared at the two people in front of her, her eyes almost blazing with fire: Made, I already said I won’t run away…
"I have sealed the major acupoints on her body, so that she can be at ease as a...slave."
Mu Yunzhong seemed to have just realized this word from Jiang Tingwan's words, and it was quite fitting for the current situation.
Qinglan didn't expect him to do this, and looked at the person opposite with some confusion.
Mu Yunzhong continued, "The Trial Conference is just around the corner, and I should show up soon. As for this woman..."
"I have my own arrangements."
He waved his hands slightly and began to rub his temples on both sides, looking as if he didn't want to get entangled with Qinglan anymore.
Seeing this, Qinglan knew that he could not say anything more. He could only look at Jiang Tingwan on the ground with a little reluctance and left the hall respectfully.
"Yes."
The people behind her also followed her out of the hall.