The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1519 - 1604: Sense of Discord
Haoming held Huang Qi by the arm, following closely beside his wife. When the three returned, Shu Yu and Shujun had also come back from outside.
"Who is this?" Shujun raised an eyebrow in mockery as soon as he saw the ’man’ in white being pulled by Haoming.
Dong Huiying stifled a delicate yawn, "We ran into him on the road just now. He conveniently delivered himself to us. I was just pondering what to do if he kept hiding, after all, he did quite a number of good deeds after abducting me that day."
Equally dressed in white, Second Master Shu Yu suddenly frowned as he looked at Huang Qi, finding the white clothes particularly eye-catching.
He knit his brows gently, and suddenly recalled the matters he learned from Xiao Qi when interrogating him...
The pain of broken bones, the humiliation of scars, these debts are all owed to them by Xiao Qinghe!
Even though they had already given the wife some relief recently, Second Master, known for being petty, hadn’t completely vented his anger, and seeing ’Qinghe’ again made his hands itch fiercely.
The group entered the dining room, where Dong Huiying sat in a Taishi chair.
Her left leg crossed over her right, one elbow resting on the armrest of the chair. This posture appeared lazy, yet her back was straight, exuding an invisible aura of arrogance that made her presence formidable.
With a swift movement, Shujun, dressed in red, sat not far away, his expression equally cold as he looked toward ’Qinghe.’ Suddenly, he snapped his fingers, and a small stone shot out like an arrow toward Huang Qi, who was disguised as Qinghe.
Huang Qi instinctively wanted to dodge, but his Inner Strength was unusable.
Fortunately, Shujun’s stone was not meant to be fatal; it merely knocked off the white gauze hat atop Huang Qi’s head.
Shujun was the first to learn Qinghe’s name and later sketched Qinghe’s portrait according to Yun Ge’s description.
The first encounter was a while ago when they attacked Qinghe in a neighboring city, and this was the second time.
But now, with the white gauze hat removed, looking at the face before him... The man’s stature and appearance were identical to what he saw last time, yet there was an inexplicable sense of discord?
Shujun raised an eyebrow with mockery, "Oh, isn’t this our Young Master Xiao? It seems people like this don’t learn from past mistakes. Last time you suffered under our hands, yet here you are again, daring to be an eyesore in front of us. What is it? Young Master Xiao, your life seems worth less than a dog’s, at least a dog remembers a beating, but your memory? It’s even worse than a dog’s, isn’t it?"
Shujun’s tone was sarcastic and bitterly sharp. Dong Huiying glanced at Shujun and couldn’t help but chuckle softly.
Shujun looked at the little wife utterly bewildered. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂
The wife coughed lightly, "Hmm, I just got a bit carried away, don’t mind me, continue!"
She thought about the acerbic look of Third Husband’s high-lifted brows, it was sheer villainy, according to the typical script, he probably wouldn’t last more than three episodes? She laughed again, the more she thought about it, the more amusing it became.
Shujun was completely confused, filled with uncertainty. He huffed lightly with a hint of petulance, then turned his face back to ’Qinghe.’
"What is it, Young Master Xiao, have you gone mute?"
Huang Qi considered carefully, then coldly assumed an air of indifference, "Third Master Liang, there’s no need for such hostility. Xiao personally made an appearance today for Marshal Baowei. However, Xiao bears no ill will toward any of you."
