Chapter 86: This Seat's Ex-Wife Is Not a Lightning Bolt

"" Ye Wangxi was visibly gagged by his comment, but did not get angry and said, after a moment of patience, "You misunderstand. I do not wish to follow you, but I have come to Xuanyuan Court to buy something for my return at the behest of the Lord."

When Mo Ran and Chu Wanning heard this, they looked at each other.

Shenwu .

Nangong Si shook the red clay jug in his hand, his face even more gloomy: "Father wants to buy something, what do you have to do? Am I so helpless that I won't do it for him?"

" Si, that's not what I meant."

"Who told you to call me that?" Nangong Si's eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were like lightning, "Lord Ye, don't think that just because Father is blind and close to you, you can be reckless in front of me.

"I address you as such at the behest of your Holiness. If you resent it, speak to him yourself." Ye Wangxi was silent for a few moments and said, "What is the use of being angry with me."

"Don't you hold your father against me."

Nangong Si took a breath, and, with a little restraint of his anger, his black pupils were two shining points of extreme coldness, like a silver moon hanging high in the sky, filled with wolf smoke.

"Lord Ye." He seemed to stretch those three words, "Father asked you to call me Si, I'm afraid he misunderstood your position in the sect, but you have to know yourself. Don't open a dye house just because you're given three shades of colour, but know that even if you're dyed all red and purple, you can't compete with me from here."

Ye Wangxi's gentleman-like face seemed to flicker with a hint of gloom as his gimlet-like lashes dropped and he quietly said, " What young master says is true, but Ye has never wanted to be compared to young master either."

The change in title made Nangong Si feel a little more comfortable, he raised his hand and took a few gulps of the spicy soju, but he was not drunk, he stared at Ye Wangxi for a moment, snorted through his nose and waved his hand: "You wouldn't dare, look at you now, you can't be"

He suddenly realised that there were a lot of people here and that he had almost said something he shouldn't have, so he abruptly pursed his lips and said nothing more.

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Ye Wangxi, on the other hand, even after all this humiliation, still had his eyes downcast, and no one could see whether his eyes were angry or humiliated.

The atmosphere was momentarily awkward to the extreme.

Nangong Si looked around awkwardly for a moment, then his eyes fell on the woman behind Ye Wangxi, and as if to cover up the mistake he had almost made, he coughed, raised his chin at the woman and asked Ye Wangxi, "You saved her."

"Hmm."

"Don't save her from where she originally came from."

"Nothing, it's from Xuanyuan Court."

Nangong Si did not care about the bidding at Xuanyuan Court, nor did he bother to enquire, but when he heard that Song Qiutong had actually auctioned it, he was taken aback. His eyes, which had been lazy and perfunctory, suddenly sharpened and fixed on Song Qiutong's face, saying for a long time, "Is this a slave bone, or a butterfly bone beauty seat?"

There are only two types of people on Xianxia that can be openly trafficked, and apart from the Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat, there is also the Slave Bone.

Slave bones are the offspring of human beings born to demons, and as people fear the demonic nature of such foreigners, once they are aware of them, they destroy their true essence and put a slave spell on their lute bones, reducing them to servitude.

However, the bones of the slave were not sold at a high price and were nothing unusual, usually serving tea to the great sects or being bought by wealthy merchants and magnates for their own amusement. Since it was sold by Xuanyuan Court, it should not be of this quality.

As it happens, Ye Wangxi says, "It's a butterfly bone beauty seat."

Nangong Si became intrigued and walked around Ye Wangxi to Song Qiutong, looking at her like she was an item, and then frowned and said, "Why is this thing a crippled stump?"

"She was wounded when she was caught, drugged and not yet well enough." Ye Wangxi paused, "So we can't go far and want to stay here for the night."

Nangong Si is noncommittal, narrowing his eyes and suddenly approaching Song Qiutong's neck to give him a sharp sniff, much like a wild wolf. Song Qiutong was so frightened by this rascal-like gesture that she faltered, clutching her bodice where she stood.

"It doesn't smell any different from a normal person." He rubbed his nose and sneezed, "And smells like grease."

Waving his hand, Nangong Si casually asked, "How much is it?"

"Fifty million."

"Silver"

"Kim."

Nangong Si's eyes widened suddenly, " Ye Wangxi, you crazy 50 million gold, do you know how many top quality millstones you can quench?

"I didn't spend the money of the sect two." Ye Wangxi paused for a moment, then said, "Nor was it bought for you."

"Nangong Si's face changed to that of a leopard, "You are very good," he turned his head to glare at Song Qiutong, and the more he glared, the more he was displeased, especially with the light veil covering his face. "You, take that rag off your face."

Song Qiutong, frightened, clutched Ye Wangxi's sleeve and shrank further behind him, his voice extremely pitiful: "Mr. Ye, I don't want to"

Ye Wangxi is slender, not as tall as Nangong Si, but when he looks at him with his head slightly raised, he is not afraid: "If she does not want to, young master, do not force her."

"Nonsense, you saved her, then you owe me Confucianism School a life and must do as I say. Take it off."

"She was saved by me, and from the time I saved her, I returned her to freedom." Ye Wangxi said, "And please, young master, don't impose."

"Ye Wangxi, you're the only one who's good" Nangong Si thumped the door frame in anger, "What do you think I am today I'm going to fight with you, if I say I want her to take off the veil, I'll let you live here, if not, get the fuck out! "

Ye Wangxi sighed imperceptibly a few times and turned to Song Qiutong, "Let's go."

Nangong Si wasn't the only one who got choked up, Ye Wangxi had Shenwu with him and couldn't let him get away with it.

"Fine, fine." Mo Ran also had this intention, but after a good half day, he suddenly froze, "Master, stop him and let him stay somewhere, they are staying in a hotel to rest."

"Give him half of our room."

"Uh." Mo Ran suddenly looked a little embarrassed for some reason, "I'm afraid that's a bit of a no-no."

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Master has no idea, we both better not stay in the same room with him and he won't agree to it because this Ye Wangxi, he is actually a"

As he was getting to the point, he heard Nangong Si kick over a table with a bang, sending cups and dishes crashing to the ground.

""Now even Nangong Si's own followers had some embarrassment on their faces.

Isn't this the young master you told to get lost?

Ye Wangxi seems to have grown accustomed to Nangong Si's nonsense and intends to pretend not to hear his rant, patting Song Qiutong on the shoulder and gesturing for her to ignore the deranged man behind her.

" Ye Wangxi "

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Ye Wangxi's forehead jumped twice and he finally turned around, but a wine jug was thrown at him.

"Ah."

A delicate cry of pain startled everyone in the room, and Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si were even more puzzled.

In a flash of lightning, Song Qiutong had stepped in front of Ye Wangxi, and the heavy red clay jug had hit her forehead so hard that blood instantly flowed from it.

"Don't touch, let me see the injury."

"I'm fine, it's good that I didn't hurt the Duke."

"If you talk, you talk, don't throw the bottle." Ye Wangxi's tone was sullen and incandescent, and he gave Nangong Si a reproachful look before saying to his attendant, "Get the gold bandages."

"My lord, we've run out of the gold-trauma medicine we brought." The attendant whispered, "Or I'll run outside and buy some more."

Nangong Si didn't see this one coming either, and although he played it cool, there was still a hint of regret in his eyes. He stammered, "I... I have it here. Alain, bring my medicine bag."

Ye Wangxi, however, was a little angry and pursed his lips to ignore him.

Nangong Si, holding the small bottle of medicine, remained frozen in place for half a day, without seeing Ye Wangxi look back at him, so Nangong Si, unable to save face, simply shoved the bottle roughly at Song Qiutong: "It's for you, use it as you like.

Song Qiutong looked towards Ye Wangxi as if he were a frightened deer, but when he saw that he did not stop him, but was silent, he took the gold bandage and bowed his head to the man who had injured him, saying softly, "Thank you, Sir Nangong."

Not expecting a thank you from the girl he had almost opened up, Nangong Si was stunned before he waved his hand back and coughed awkwardly, "It's okay."

During the night, Ye Wangxi's group eventually stayed overnight here.

An inn with several candle flames, bright and starry.

Mo Ran sits by the window with her cheeks resting on her head, a little distracted. It has been nearly two years since I was reborn and many things have progressed very differently from my previous life, and there is always something subtle about watching the same people doing different things.

Song Qiutong, Ye Wangxi, no return

All these people and things that he knew so well in his previous life were once again present in his life as time went by. But in this life he will never marry Song Qiutong again, and Ye Wangxi will soon become the second most famous master in Xianxia after Chu Wanning.

There is also no return.

The thought of the stranger's knife that had accompanied him in his previous life was a stirring one.

"O Master."

"What is it?"

"You've been drawing this spell for half an hour, why haven't you finished it yet"

"It's done." Chu Wanning said, and by the light of a lone bean, he carefully took the tip of a brush dipped in vermilion and made the last few strokes, and an extremely intricate tenglong appeared on the paper.

Mo Ran came over to see it.

"What's this?"

"Rise of the dragon knot." Chu Wanning said.

"Doing what?"

"It can see all traces of spells, big or small, around it. If that mysterious man wanted to test the essence of spiritual roots with Shenwu, he must have left a mark on the weapon. Whether the appearance of this weapon is a coincidence or an elaborate design on his part will be known immediately."

"Wow, with such great stuff, why isn't the Master in Xuanyuan Court?"

"I awaken the ascending dragon junction, and you will understand when you see it."

Chu Wanning pricked his fingertips and wiped one of the dragon scales on the paper, and the Little Huang dragon suddenly glowed with gold and its eyes and tail began to wiggle.

Chu Wanning said: "You are a real dragon".

A shrill voice actually came out of the paper, "Yes, yes, this seat is the real dragon."

"Why do you think so."

"How can foolish mortals not believe?"

"If you can jump out of the paper, I'll take you for a real dragon."

"What's so hard about that? You wait for me. Hey."

A golden light flashed and a mighty little dragon the size of a palm leapt out of the paper, wagging its head and tail, waving its teeth and claws, flying proudly around Chu Wanning, stirring and making a fuss, "Hahaha, hahaha, I am a big real dragon, a big real dragon, I have many little secrets, little secrets. I have many secrets and I won't tell you, I won't tell, I won't tell, I won't tell, you"

Chu Wanning gave the loach a cold glance with his ice-cold eyes, covered it with his hand on the table and said to Mo Ran without expression, "Got it."

"Got it."

"Let go of me you foolish mortal you've messed up my beard"

Chu Wanning lifted his hand and unceremoniously nudged his reverse scale, the bloodstained one: "Shut up and get to work."