After Favorability Is Maxed-Chapter 279 - 279 I’m Not Mistaken
279 I’m Not Mistaken
Ling Hua looked at Liu Yuan with an inquisitive look. “Is that a poem?”
Liu Yuan came back to his senses. This was the love poem he had said when he was conquering Pihuan Luo… 𝒇𝚛e𝘦wℯ𝑏𝓃𝑜νℯ𝒍.co𝗺
He braced himself and helplessly organized his words. He raised his hand and said, “You haven’t met Pihuan Luo yet, but you should know her character very well. She doesn’t care about the secular world at all and is very stubborn. She will get what she wants by any means…”
“You’re the one she wants.” Ling Hua pointed at the hand that was holding onto Liu Yuan’s clothes and said, “And this is her method? Are you trying to tie you up with this trace of blood that can’t be considered blood?”
The ‘offspring’ created by the blood essence of the two using a secret technique was indeed not considered as true blood.
“Zhiying is a gift,” said Zhiying as she stuck out half of her head.
Ling Hua was stunned.
Her expression instantly froze, and her bright eyes widened slightly as she looked at Liu Yuan again in disbelief.
The latter nodded and pulled Zhiying out from behind him. He rubbed her head and said, “She’s been following Pihuan Luo since she was a child, and some of her knowledge is deeply rooted, which is difficult to change. For example, this gift…”
Ling Hua calmed down and looked at the cold and stubborn expression on Zhiying’s face. Although she could clearly feel the ‘hostility’, considering Zhiying’s age, it was more likely that she had been affected by Pihuan Luo. She could only say, “Demoness, only she can even think of such a method.”
Liu Yuan felt a little guilty. He glanced at Zhiying and glared at this ‘brat’. He did not know what was wrong with this child. Recently, she had been stepping on Ling Hua’s sore spot, intentionally or otherwise, and constantly fanning the flames, as if she was afraid that Liu Yuan’s harem would be too harmonious.
… But thinking about it carefully, ever since the Water Moon Dock incident, it seemed like she had never concealed her desire to ’cause trouble’.
Liu Yuan thought worriedly, ‘Could it be that Zhiying felt that there were too many concubines and would cause her to lose attention?’
Zhiying tilted her head to look at him, and quietly rubbed against him like a kitten, as if she was silently acting coquettishly.
Liu Yuan was speechless.
Forget it, forget it. I can’t do anything about this. Let her be. Starting a harem was already a high-risk behavior. Currently, Zhiying is not even considered a crisis. I’ll just let her play.
Netherworld, who had been watching the show for a long time, gloated and said, “What a good-for-nothing! He can’t even handle a few women…”
Liu Yuan suddenly turned his head and said in a gloomy voice, “Mansion Master, do you still remember the bell that rang a few times just now? If you don’t remember, I’ll have to punish you.”
Netherworld’s words faltered for a moment before she said angrily, “You didn’t ask me to remember how many times the bell rang. You are so shameless. How can you ask for an answer without even giving me a question?”
Liu Yuan laughed coldly. “Mansion Master, you are wrong. This is about memorizing the details, not answering questions. What, could it be that you’re even more cowardly than me, Mansion Master? You can’t even handle a small bell?”
Under normal circumstances, Netherworld would have remembered it clearly. However, in that situation, she was ashamed and angry. She only wanted to leave as soon as possible. How could she have the ability to think about these things?
The woman’s fair face turned red. She turned her head and gritted her teeth, not saying a word.
Liu Yuan said, “It seems that the Mansion Master really doesn’t remember. In that case, I’ll give you another chance. Next question. How many times did the bell ring?”
“This is too much!” Netherworld finally shouted.
Pa! The sound of the rope breaking suddenly rang out. The spiritual energy on Netherworld’s body rose sharply. Her long red hair fluttered without any wind, carrying a trace of wildness. Her eyes were sharp and murderous.
She suddenly took action, aiming for the long sword at the Shadow’s waist. With a swish, she pulled out the sword and stabbed it at Liu Yuan’s throat. Her movements were extremely fast and smooth, as if she had rehearsed it thousands of times in her heart. There was no hesitation.
The bright silver sword light streaked across in a straight line, making a sound like tearing silk. The blade that should have pierced into flesh and blood stopped in mid-air.
Impossible! Netherworld’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets. How is this possible?!
She was surrounded by illusionary golden chains. These chains appeared at the same time as she made her move, firmly locking her in place and making her unable to move.
And the source of it was the bell on her neck!
Liu Yuan squinted at the blade that was less than an inch away and flicked his face. He said leisurely, “Nothing is impossible.”
He smiled at Netherworld, who was panicking. “Just the Immortal-Binding Rope, if even a good-for-nothing like me can untie it, how can the Master of Bi Luo Mansion be trapped for half a month? I feel so upset that you have to pretend to be helpless during this time.”
Netherworld stared at his smile and trembled. This guy knew that she could escape all along. She just wanted to find a chance to kill him, so he endured the humiliation. However, he didn’t say it out loud. Instead, he enjoyed it and even set up this trap, like a bird in a cage struggling to hit the wall.
Liu Yuan added, “Oh, I forgot to mention it just now. When I asked how many times the bell rang… I’m talking about ‘in the future’, not ‘just now’.”
“You!” Netherworld was completely flustered this time.
She looked at the door and saw that Hong Luan had already closed the door and windows. Only Zhiying walked over and retrieved her sword. As for Ling Hua…
She took out a white handkerchief.
Netherworld was stunned. She thought Ling Yue would take out some kind of terrible torture device. She was used to seeing these things in Bi Luo Mansion, so she was not afraid of them. She was ready to endure it, but she did not expect it to be an ordinary white handkerchief made of superior material.
The Master of Bi Luo Mansion could not think straight for a moment. She sneered, “Could it be water torture? I’ve underestimated you, but if you think that you can make me fear you, you’re gravely mistaken!”
Liu Yuan shook his head and laughed. “I’m not mistaken. Mansion Master is mistaken. You guessed wrong.”
He took two steps forward and directly carried Netherworld in his arms. The latter did not expect his action at all. She was carried into the house with her eyes wide open and a face of confusion.
It was not until she saw Ling Hua spread a handkerchief on the bed that she woke up and struggled.
Netherworld, who had been under the mask for a long time and had almost abandoned her identity as a woman, and was a little carried away by Liu Yuan’s ‘kindness’ for the past half a month, seemed to have jumped out of a blind spot. For the first time, she had an instinctive fear. “Don’t!”
“Mansion Master, you’re afraid.” Ling Hua sat at the table and smiled.
The demoness! This woman must have a demon like Pihuan Luo in her heart!
As Netherworld cursed in her heart, she felt that the cold mask had been put on her face again. In her narrow vision, Liu Yuan’s face was very close to hers, and she felt a heavy pressure on her lips, which were rubbed by the edges of the mask.
Netherworld could imagine the two of them kissing behind the mask.
She subconsciously frowned because of this cold feeling, and her heart was filled with disgust. Suddenly, the young man’s voice came to her ear, low and hoarse, making her heart tighten.
“Mei Sheng…”
The young man’s voice was close, but it seemed to be far away.
