《The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife》The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife
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The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 339
Chapter 339 Plan Ahead
Hexi picked up the wooden tablet, turning it around in her hands to look at the entire thing. This was actually the token to Feng family’s outer door, and it’s level was quite high too. Non-inner core disciples aren’t allowed to block it.
Not bad! This really was going to the Feng family to kill someone for his property. [1] An indispensable move, ah!
Hexi beamed, storing the command tablet in her space. Seeing this, Nangong Yu couldn’t help it and his expression became extremely ugly.
He took Hexi into his embrace, coldly surveying her, he said, “Xi’er, if you dare to leave me to go into another man’s embrace then I will…… I will……”
“You will do what?” Hexi raised her eyebrow up. She happily looked up at him, “You’ll kill me?”
Nangong Yu’s breath stilled. He felt as if this person was both crafty and beautiful, allowing him to love and hate her. He wished he could marry her immediately so he could shut her away and not allow anybody else to covet her.
But the reasonable part of his mind told him, Xi’er was different. He couldn’ possibly lock her up for a lifetime and break her wings, she had her own world and wonderful life.
Hexi saw his cold face trying repress his emotions, he had the appearance that he would burst at any time. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, “Even if I wished to go into another man’s embrace, I wouldn’t choose to go to that mental case, Feng Yunjing, okay? You seem to think there’s a hole in my brain and I would look for a tyrant, ah!”
Saying this, she walked away and didn’t bother him anymore. She minded her own business, continuing to open all the treasures Wu Yu had gotten.
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Nangong Yu watched Hexi leave, but he didn’t move for a long time. His eyes stayed at the sight where Feng Yunjing and his subordinates left from.
Qing Long stepped forward, to the side, he softly said, “Master.”
Nangong Yu’s long eyelashes dropped down, hiding his stormy mood. Then with a slow and low voice he said, “Notify Wu Xin, prepare ahead.”
Qing Long was startled, his face betrayed his emotions. “Master!?”
This decision was related to Ming Wang Manor and Master’s future. Master understated the decision, was it because of the matter concerning Feng Yunjing? Or was it because of wangfei [2]?
Qing Long wanted to say more, but when he saw Nangong Yu’s cold and indifferent expression, he swallowed his words.
In any case, Master’s command was their everything, they just have to follow it!
“Yes Master!” Qing Long bowed. The indifference in his eyes slowly turned cold.
Just for this day, Ming Wang Manor has already endured silently for long enough!
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During this time, the treasures collected by Wu Yu and Gu Liufeng was quite a lot.
At one side, Hexi examined these treasures and then threw them into her space. Just thinking about the amount of yuan crystals she could get from these treasures, she became very happy.
One night turned into a rich feeling, it truly was too refreshing.
“Genius Doctor Xi.” Suddenly there was a male’s hoarse voice sounding from above her head.
Hexi lifted her head up to discover a middle aged man, who was about thirty years old. Although his cultivation base wasn’t high, his body was intact, apparently unaffected by the Intoxicated Blood Poison.
The man’s skin was very coarse and his hands were full of scars and calluses. His eyes were muddy and seemed to be filled full of sadness and hate. But they were also filled with helplessness.
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Meeting Hexi’s gaze, he didn’t have many words to say. Instead, he took a jade box from his arms and handed it to Hexi. “I heard them say Genius Doctor Xi was looking for Burning Heaven Realm’s Divine Dragon Fruit. I accidentally got this in Burning Heaven Realm. I hope Genius Doctor Xi won’t ignore this.”
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[1] to kill someone for his property – idiom; similar meaning to robbing someone
[2] wangfei – princess
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