Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!
Chapter 168 - 155: The Gold Content of the Demon Blade "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" Continues to Rise! (6K Subscriptions Requested)_4

Chapter 168: Chapter 155: The Gold Content of the Demon Blade "Twelve Layers of Spring Rain" Continues to Rise! (6K Subscriptions Requested)_4

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As Duan Yun expected, Murong brothers did not die.

Feng Ling’er’s flower arrangement skills were excellent; every flower branch made Murong bleed and left scars on his head, but none were fatal.

However, it looked truly terrifying.

Murong lay there for a day before waking up, and upon waking, he started crying.

Duan Yun couldn’t help saying: "Didn’t you say it wasn’t painful?"

Murong sobbed: "It hurts my heart."

"It’s not like she stabbed your heart." Shen Ying remarked.

Murong suddenly said distractedly: "The funeral with plum blossom on top, burying my memories, wuu wuu wuu..."

From the moment Feng Ling’er made her move, he knew everything Feng Ling’er said was true.

She had forgotten the emotions she once had with him, or rather, when she found out he was her half-brother, when he fled, when she saw him clearly, she only wanted to teach him a lesson alone.

What remained in Feng Ling’er was just irritation and anger at his cowardice, without a trace of fondness.

He cried because of his dead emotions.

Meanwhile, when Duan Yun misdiagnosed, he found nothing wrong with Feng Ling’er. He even felt she was more normal than Xiatou Ying, which was relatively correct.

Then, Murong with tears in his eyes said: "Where is Ling’er? She must have left heartbroken, right?"

Duan Yun shook his head: "No, she said she felt she might get sick and wanted me to examine her a few more times."

Murong suddenly remembered something and grabbed Duan Yun’s hand tightly, nervously saying: "I won’t allow you to make her shiver coldly again!"

At that moment, Feng Ling’er’s voice came from outside, saying: "I like him making me shiver."

"What!" Murong’s face turned purple.

That was the manifestation of the anthocyanin from yesterday’s flower branches entering his skin.

Feng Ling’er leaned against the door frame, said nonchalantly: "Even Old Man Murong doesn’t dare to control me, what right do you have?"

"I just like him making me shiver."

Murong suddenly gripped Duan Yun’s hand even tighter, almost to the point of causing bruising.

"Old Demon Duan, have you cast a Devil Seed in my sister’s Dao Heart?" Murong questioned.

Duan Yun, with a disgusted expression, said: "Devil Seed in Dao Heart? Why are you also accusing this Young Hero now? Seems like your trip outside has made you quite ill, let this doctor treat you properly."

"What are you doing?" Murong asked in panic.

At that moment, he was already being lifted by Duan Yun.

"Of course, it’s off to the cellar for treatment," Duan Yun stated seriously.

"Cellar? Damn, Old Demon Duan, you spare no one!" Murong yelled.

"The worst thing in treating illnesses is hiding the disease and fearing the doctor, and seeing your behavior, we need to increase the strength."

Duan Yun then quickened his pace.

"Ying, Old Demon Duan is going mad, save me!" Murong yelled towards Shen Ying.

Shen Ying ignored him and instead spoke to Feng Ling’er: "You like him making you shiver, it must be a joke to tease your brother, right?"

Feng Ling’er revealed a sweet and cute smile, saying: "Sister Ying, of course, who likes a pervert to make them shiver."

"Did you really believe it?"

Suddenly, Feng Ling’er questioned.

Shen Ying denied: "Who believes that. By the way, when are you leaving? I’ll see you off."

Feng Ling’er showed a puzzled expression, saying: "Who said I was leaving?"

Shen Ying looked confused: "Didn’t you say you came to settle scores with Murong brothers?"

"Yeah, after settling scores, I suddenly found this place interesting and decided to stay a while longer."

Then, Feng Ling’er left, looking utterly innocent.

"You..."

Shen Ying watched Feng Ling’er’s departing figure, glanced at her own right hand, her expression became slightly grave.

Meanwhile, from the cellar came the struggling voice of Murong.

"I’m not sick! I really am not sick!"

"Old Demon Duan, you can’t make me shiver!"

"Help, somebody save me!"

"Oh!"

He screamed intensely, but unfortunately, no one cared.

Or rather, in that dark cellar, only Doctor Duan cared about him, concerned about his condition.

...

Almost at the same time, in a dilapidated temple in Yun State, a man and a woman were betting on crickets, surrounded by spectators.

The woman’s clothes were casually undone, revealing her skin, which she seemed unconcerned about.

Her attention was all on the crickets, having sold almost everything at home, even herself, all because of this bet!

Then, a middle-aged man suddenly rushed in, exclaiming: "I want to be a Hero!"

The woman turned her head, surprised: "Li Kun, what are you doing here?"

The man in front of her was her husband, whom she never took seriously.

The surrounding people also knew about the couple’s relationship and could not help showing contemptuous smiles.

"I said, I want to be a Hero!"

"Bet your egg!"

"Is it your fault that my mom is like this!"

"It is you!"

Saying this, the middle-aged man threw a punch, and the woman’s head burst open, blood splattering directly onto the faces of the surrounding gamblers.

"Murder!"

"There’s been a murder!"

The gamblers in the temple seeing the woman’s body fall to the ground turned pale.

Some still had that contemptuous smile, just stiff and frozen.

The crickets in the cages got blood on them and fought even more fiercely!

This was a horrifying and absurd scene; no one knew why this timid man suddenly had the courage to attack his wife.

And that punch was so fierce!

The middle-aged man looked at his bloody fist and continued to yell: "I want to be a Hero!"

"I’ve killed this wench, I am the Hero now!"

Amidst this, his inner True Qi circulated, swiftly becoming thicker and more robust.