Chapter 18 (1/2)
Take a Look at San WangFei
(Translated by: RenRen, Edited by: Bon-Chan, Proofread by:Panie)
“ShiSi Shu, you must not be biased. Since you’ve given the night pearl to my San Ge, just give this sword to me, all right? Just consider it as saving you the effort of sending me a late gift, in case in the future I take a WangFei but cannot find you that year.”
After he said this, Long YinTian reached out in complete excitement, wanting to touch the thunder resisting sword, which in the legend was said to be able to attract thunder. However, in the next second, he suddenly shouted and grimaced in pain.
At the moment Si HuangZi reached out his hand, Long MuChen closed the sword’s chest without any warning. It felt so painful that Long YinTian instantly withdrew his hand and stared resentfully at Long MuChen. Long MuChen let his subordinate take the sword away. With a faint smile on his face, he stared at Long YinTian and said, “You can choose whatever treasures inside BenWang’s fu[1]. However, only this sword, don’t even think about wanting it.”
He couldn’t say why, but the first time he saw this sword, a very unusual, familiar feeling suddenly rose in Long MuChen’s heart.
“Why? ShiSi Shu also wants to keep this hidden and use it for your marriage?” Seeing Long YinTian’s ‘flesh and heart were hurt’ appearance, Long YuTian’s mood suddenly became a lot better, so he followed them in joking around.
Long MuChen stayed silent and showed a shallow smile. His fingers were caressing the teacup as he gently changed the subject, “That will do…… The treasure has been delivered. BenWang should also go to San Wangfu to ask for the wedding wine and take a look at the legendary San WangFei.”
Thinking about Qian DuoDuo, disgust appeared in Long YuTian’s cold eyes.
This damn woman! If she dares to do something that would humiliate him in front of his HuangShu[2], he would definitely pull her flesh and pick her bones!
But thinking about it, maybe after ShiSi Shu saw Qian DuoDuo, he would feel that this woman is unbearably vulgar. Maybe he would stand on his side and persuade FuHuang[3]. Approving his divorce is also possible!
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— DuoEr’s Dividing Line —
Inside San Wangfu’s kitchen.
A certain woman was sitting in front of a stove. Her head was dangling, as if she was making an appointment with the God of Dreams.