Love You for the Rest of My Life-Chapter 1491: Depending on the Mood

"Yes." Xiaowu immediately nodded respectfully in reply.

Nangong Jin didn’t hesitate for even a moment before turning around and walking away.

"Master Jin!" the old Miao head shouted, "When will you let us go?"

Nangong Jin turned his head and curved his lips into a sinister, chilling smile. "Depends on my mood."

If you provoke him, don’t even think about escaping so easily!

"If you don’t let us go, my cousin will cast the curse on your wife again. Many rounds of 24 hours will eventually compound into the full union curse poison!" the old Miao head cried out hoarsely.

Still daring to threaten him.

Nangong Jin furrowed his brows and finally said, "After 24 hours, if my wife is safe and sound, I’ll let you go. Xiaowu, have the old Miao head contact his cousin and tell him to stop. Don’t waste time challenging my abilities."

He would definitely find this so-called cousin. At worst, it would just take a bit more time.

From a strategic perspective, the old Miao head posed no real threat to Nangong Jin, because he neither had the time nor the actual capability to plant the full curse poison on Di Jinxuan.

It’s merely relying on birth dates and horoscopes, without accurate timing, which makes no great impact.

Furthermore, using such a method with horoscopes is extremely harmful to the curse caster; it’s practically impossible to cast it consecutively, requiring at least three days between attempts.

Of course, the old Miao head wouldn’t reveal this to Nangong Jin, as it was his sole bargaining chip to get Nangong Jin to spare them.

Too bad he underestimated Nangong Jin. After returning upstairs, Nangong Jin immediately made a call to a venom lord, sparing no cost or effort to track down the cousin in Miaojiang. He also instructed the venom lord to offer a hefty reward to anyone knowledgeable about the Ancient Witch bloodline who could find a solution to undo the curse.

Great rewards attract brave men—it was all just a matter of time.

The old Miao head continued his wailing but was already being dragged away by Xiaowu. Finally, Nangong Jin felt that his ears had a brief respite.

Now then, now then—it all depended on him, didn’t it?

With the situation somewhat under control, Nangong Jin let a small part of his heart relax, but he still couldn’t help grumbling inwardly about his miserable predicament.

Yes, he had suppressed his urges for too long, driving himself nearly mad with desire. But this? This situation was truly absurd enough to make him laugh and cry.

Damn it, 24 hours!

Would he survive, or would his body be utterly drained?

Hell, would his legs tremble too much to walk?

Forget it—even if it meant jing.尽.ren.亡 (dying of exhaustion), he would have to tough it out.

Besides, his wife was still suffering terribly right now.

Thinking of this, Nangong Jin quickened his pace. He practically sprinted to the bedroom in a rush, his steps turning into leaps as he closed the gap.

Di Jinxuan was still under the cold water, trembling weakly, clearly on the verge of collapse. Though the cold water could temporarily ease the burning heat in her body, the flames deep inside continued surging upwards. It was a horrible sensation, a maddening itch coursing through her entire being, a desperate craving for relief.

Just rubbing against something—anything—would help!

Even touching herself might bring a shred of solace!

Damn it, no. No, she couldn’t touch herself. Di Jinxuan bit down hard, clinging to the last strand of lucid sanity, silently cursing under her breath.

This old bastard was downright evil. Once she recovered, she’d definitely make him pay with his life!

But—could she recover?

Her body was overwhelmed, the waves of torment unrelenting. Even though she told herself she didn’t want to touch herself, she was finding it increasingly hard to resist.

And yet, the prospect of Nangong Jin walking in and seeing her like that filled her with dread. Would he break down? After all, Nangong Jin had mentioned that the old bastard’s curse poison would drive women into an uncontrollable frenzy of longing, far exceeding the potency of any aphrodisiac by a hundredfold!