Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess
Chapter 427 - 227 Luo Wanqing’s Madness_4

Chapter 427: Chapter 227 Luo Wanqing’s Madness_4

"What are you talking about?"

Jiang Shouzhong couldn’t understand at all and only felt a chill down his spine.

Luo Wanqing slowly bent down, locking eyes with Jiang Shouzhong, her bright red lips slightly curving upward,

"Jiang Mo, do you think you can have me that easily? Since our fate is bound together, I shall use you for cultivation."

Cultivation?

Even if it is Dual Cultivation, it needn’t be like this.

I can take the initiative.

Jiang Shouzhong realized that this woman’s so-called Dual Cultivation might not be the same as Mengniang’s.

He swallowed his saliva and said, "Thank you, miss. Could you calm down a bit? Whatever is troubling you, release me first, and let us discuss it slowly?"

"Don’t be afraid..."

As Luo Wanqing stroked his cheek gently, she spoke soothingly, "When I am at ease, you will be too. When I am in pain, so shall you be... in the ceaseless cycle of reincarnation, from suffering comes bliss. You and I must first descend into Bitter Fire Hell."

Jiang Shouzhong felt this woman had gone mad.

This woman had always been mad, and now even more so.

As her words fell, suddenly a bone-chilling cold spread from the ice-carved jade platform.

Jiang Shouzhong immediately felt a piercing cold beneath him as if millennia-old ice were burrowing into his flesh, blood freezing, his entire body stiff as iron.

In an instant, a wave of burning heat surged towards him, the hot air tumbling as if it could melt metal and iron, burning skin and flesh.

At that moment, Jiang Shouzhong felt as if he were on a cooking stove, enduring unbearable pain.

Alternating between cold and hot, the dual attack was like a descent into realms of both ice and fire.

Meanwhile, tiny ice needles appeared on the ice-carved jade platform, piercing into the skin, instantly covering half of his body with frost.

Above, a few whips made of fire slowly descended from the flames.

Men endured the torture of ice spikes, while women endured the scourge of fire whips.

Luo Wanqing gently grasped one, burning her delicate palm instantly, flesh sizzling, but soon the wound healed again.

Yet, the pain was palpably real.

"To prevent you from failing, I’ll feed you something first."

Luo Wanqing took out a few small porcelain bottles, smiling at Jiang Shouzhong, "I bought these from Yun Xiang Pavilion for a hefty price; one pellet is said to give unstoppable energy, working ceaselessly day and night."

Luo Wanqing forced Jiang Shouzhong to open his mouth and poured an entire bottle in.

Feeling it might not be enough, she poured three more bottles.

She also tilted her head back and drank two bottles herself.

Jiang Shouzhong could clearly feel the energy coursing through his body.

Meanwhile, Jiang, compared to usual days, possessed surging strength, seemingly doubled in power, his demeanor as imposing as if a war god descended to earth.

Jiang Shouzhong’s eyes were filled with deep red, and through gritted teeth, he said,

"I am telling you, you will die like this, this really will go straight to the stomach."

"It’s okay, I can endure."

Luo Wanqing smiled faintly and walked out of the stone gate.

Outside, the old woman who delivered the paper replica to Jiang Shouzhong sat silently in front of a shrine, with three lamps burning upon it.

The flames were of different colors: red, blue, yellow.

"Watch these three Bodhi lamps closely, after three days, one will surely extinguish."

Luo Wanqing spoke indifferently, "If the red lamp extinguishes first, go in and kill Jiang Mo. If it’s the blue one that goes out first, castrate him."

"And if the yellow lamp extinguishes first?"

The old woman asked.

Luo Wanqing’s eyes were deep and tranquil like ancient pond water, her long golden dress fluttering without wind, the gold shimmering, she spoke softly,

"Then castrate him first, and then kill him!"

——

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Qingzhou, Chunfang River.

Lights dazzled, colors merging in brilliance.

Upon the rippling waters of the river, delicate wishing lamps floated gently, like blossoming lotuses.

Ran Qingchen received a wishing lamp bought by Jinxiu, and meticulously wrote "Jiang Mo" on it.

With hands pressed together, she silently muttered,

"May my husband have a life of peace and safety, blessings everlasting, free from storms and strife, may every year bring health..."

Ran Qingchen carefully placed the wishing lamp into the bubbling stream, letting it drift with the current.

Her green dress swaying, she stood quietly on the riverbank, like the most beautiful painting in the world.

...

In the crowd, a young girl with a sword on her back placed a wishing lamp labeled "Braised Noodles" into the river.

The charming young girl whispered her wish,

"I hope my Braised Noodles is happy every day, and um... also, may he praise his boss as beautiful every day, hehe."

...

Elsewhere, on a more secluded part of the bank.

A girl in a red dress watched the exquisite wishing lamps in the water, tears welling up, she murmured, "Jiang, if there is an afterlife, I hope we can be happy forever..."

...

Three wishing lamps, from different directions, floated somewhat clumsily downstream.

Bumping and pausing along the way, by a charming coincidence, the three lamps ended up together, their light mingling.

The flames, one red, one blue, one yellow...

Bright red as fiery pomegranate, deep blue like valley orchids, clear yellow as the rising warm sun.

As if the hearts of the three girls were forever unextinguished.

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[Volume Two, End]

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