thefictionvixens Chapter 442 Has Tang Wutong suddenly developed a liking for being an incompetent ex-wife? Ya Li: You
Chapter 442 Has Tang Wutong suddenly developed a liking for being an incompetent ex-wife? Ya Li: You
Chapter 442 Has Tang Wutong suddenly developed a liking for being an incompetent ex-wife? Ya Li: You wish!
"You won't run away, that's true, but Gu Yue put that ring on your finger, and she even put it in a place that represents special meaning. You two must have done this or that behind everyone's back."
Besides, even my mother's soul is now residing in your body, Yuhao. If something unexpected were to happen one day, how could I not—"
Riding on this momentum, Yuan Enhui went all out, and before she could finish her slightly jealous words, all her complaints and dissatisfaction were trapped between her tightly pressed lips.
Their eyes reflected each other's images, and the intense heat of their breaths intertwined and collided with each other.
Neither seemed willing to admit defeat, each wanting to capture and conquer the other in this contest.
Just like a tug-of-war where the odds were heavily against each other, the fierce battle lasted only a short while before the inexperienced Yuan En Hui was forced to retreat step by step and ultimately suffered a crushing defeat.
Her delicate body, which had been slightly stiff from nervousness, became increasingly soft and boneless with this deep kiss. All her strength seemed to have been completely drained, and she could only slump limply in Huo Yuhao's arms, letting him take what he wanted.
Meanwhile, within Huo Yuhao's spiritual sea, Ye Hui, witnessing all of this, blushed with embarrassment.
Watching her usually silly daughter openly engage in such intimate acts with this excessively handsome boy was still a bit too much for her as a mother.
Especially considering what Yuan Enhui had just said—that this little brother was going to harm her, his mother?
Thinking of this, Ye Hui's heart became uneasy.
How can that be? She's a proper married woman with a husband and daughter.
Even though she had become an unforgivable sinner because of her Fallen Angel Martial Soul, she never wanted to be the wife of someone who did such a depraved thing.
The Rakshasa god, watching the spectacle, clicked his tongue and said with a mocking expression, "I told you long ago, if you had obediently followed my advice and signed the master-servant contract with the little guy, your daughter might not have been so shameless in trying to pester him."
"Looking at this little pig eating bok choy, it's truly heartbreaking!"
Forcibly suppressing the shyness surging within her, Ye Hui keenly caught something from these words and replied, "Then in Lord Rakshasa's eyes, who is the little pig and who is the little cabbage?"
From your words, it seems to me that you have ulterior motives towards this younger brother, but you can't bring yourself to confess your true feelings, so you resort to this awkward way to get his attention.
"Ha, if you put it so plainly, it loses its charm."
Having his thoughts exposed, Rakshasa's eerie green eyes narrowed slightly, and he struck the scepter in his hand heavily once more.
The dark purple light spread out like a spider web, quickly enveloping Ye Hui's illusory body. Then, the Rakshasa God said calmly, "Your current incomplete soul state is like water without roots. The many disturbances of the outside world are of no benefit to you. It would be better to fall into slumber as soon as possible and preserve the last bit of your soul's essence."
When we meet again, it should be to resolve the remaining issues from that demonic dimension for you. And I believe that day won't be long before you have to wait.
Before Ye Hui could say anything more, she was completely swallowed up by the dark purple aura and disappeared without a trace.
Rakshasa's gaze remained fixed on the light screen displaying the scene of a man and woman embracing in the outside world. After a long while, he finally let out a soft sigh.
"I am the Rakshasa God who controls all evil in the world—how could this be—"
Outside, dazzling fireworks had already bloomed in the night sky.
The colorful light, reflecting off the sea of flowers on the ground, was truly beautiful.
High on a mountain peak not far away, Tang Wutong looked at the two people embracing each other in the sea of flowers, unwilling to part for a long time, and her eyes filled with tears of resentment once again.
She bit her lower lip tightly, as if trying to hold back the tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing this, Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing next to her, sighed helplessly, patted her back, and gently comforted her, "Wu Tong, if you really feel wronged, just cry it out. Releasing your feelings like this might make you feel better."
Yuan Enhui and Huo Yuhao left the banquet mysteriously, which naturally did not escape their notice.
If Tang Wutong hadn't insisted on secretly following along to find out what was going on, Zhu Zhuqing really wouldn't have wanted to come and join this unpleasant commotion in the middle of the night.
After all, if it were her, she would never have done that.
If there's anything you're unhappy about, you can go to Huo Yuhao's room openly at night, and then use your special status as an ancestor to hold him hostage and secretly vent your pent-up anger.
Instead of being as "cowardly" as Tang Wutong, who could only hide in a dark corner and watch the man who once belonged to her being intimate with another woman, silently shedding tears.
Looking at Tang Wutong's appearance, Zhu Zhuqing began to suspect that Tang Wutong had been subjected to too much stimulation recently, which led to some kind of mental illness and made her like playing the role of a helpless ex-wife.
Tang Wutong stubbornly turned her head away, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace, and choked out, "No matter what time it is, Yuhao will always be so outstanding and dazzling."
It's perfectly normal for him to be popular with girls. If I keep getting upset about things like this, I'll just exhaust myself eventually.
Despite her stubborn attempts to comfort herself, Tang Wutong couldn't control her emotions the next second and buried her face in Zhu Zhuqing's arms.
After a long while, he finally uttered words that sounded like he was dreaming.
"Aunt Zhuqing, I've really lost him—I've completely lost Yuhao, the one who used to have eyes only for me, and I can never find him again—"
Meanwhile, in the brightly lit Yuanen family mansion in the distance.
Yuan Entian, still sporting his shiny bald head, was squatting dejectedly in the backyard, setting off celebratory fireworks one after another.
Normally, after everything had gone smoothly, he should have gone to pay his respects to his deceased wife with a heavy heart.
But to everyone's surprise, his own father vehemently opposed it.
He never imagined that his father's purpose in doing this was to allow Yuanen Yehui to take Huo Yuhao to the grave to pay his respects first.
What kind of nonsense is this?
But after Huo Yuhao revealed his hidden identity as a master craftsman, everything made sense.
To obtain the coveted four-word battle armor, his own father would probably sell his granddaughter, or even his own son, without batting an eye.
Moreover, their daughter has now received the sacrificial inheritance from their ancestor, the Titan.
In terms of seniority, her status in the family was much higher than all of them.
Under these circumstances, it seems perfectly reasonable for her to marry Huo Yuhao, who is of the same generation.
Despite thinking this way, as an elderly father, Yuan Entian still felt a pang of sorrow as he watched the fireworks bloom in the night sky, as if his own cabbage had been eaten by a wild boar that appeared out of nowhere.
At the dinner table, Nanali, who had already drunk countless glasses, picked up her glass again and took a big gulp of sweet and sour fruit juice.
After casually wiping her mouth, she leaned closer to Ya Li and whispered, "Sister Ya Li, Tang Wutong and Zhu Zhuqing both secretly followed over to watch the commotion."
"Aren't you planning to come along? Aren't you curious about what Yuhao and that little girl Yuanen are doing?"
"I'm more worried about you right now than what they're going to do."
Yali calmly took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Don't even think about sneaking into Yuhao's room and doing anything while everyone else is away."
"How could that be, Sister Yali? Little Bell is the most sensible and personal maid under Master's command. How could she do something that goes against the rules?"
Having her thoughts exposed, Nanali could only manage a forced smile to cover her embarrassment.
But quickly, her eyes darted around, and she put on a pitiful and endearing expression, leaning forward and pleading, "Sister Yali, you see. Since I am the master's personal maid, I naturally have to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a maid!"
The little bell can actually help you rub your bottoms. Please have mercy on me tonight and let me sleep with you.
Seemingly taken aback by Nanali's shameless behavior, Yali stared at her for a long while before saying irritably, "You wish! You'd better just go to bed with your pillow tonight."
Meanwhile, in the vast and boundless deep sea area in the northwest of Douluo Continent, the sea, which should have been turbulent, was strangely calm, like a mirror.
The moonlight, shining down from the sky, was reflected with exceptional clarity, adding a touch of chill to the sea.
Poseidon stood with his hands behind his back on the sea, gazing intently at the bright moon in the sky, his brows slightly furrowed, as if he were pondering something in secret.
After a long while, he slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, secretly making plans in his mind.
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"What wicked secret is that old fox, the Asura God, plotting? He's hiding and refuses to come out and see me. Can't he just explain things to me face to face?"
In this relatively short period of time, Poseidon had personally gone to investigate and find out the details of the series of events that had occurred at sea.
Although he doesn't mind those sea spirit beasts establishing their own factions and choosing to condense a new sea god's authority.
After all, once he reached his level, the Sea God's authority that he originally condensed with the help of the Douluo Ocean became a limitation on further advancement in his cultivation.
This was one of the reasons why he chose to pass on the Sea God's position, which he had painstakingly cultivated, to Tang San before leaving the God Realm.
What Poseidon never expected was that the one who orchestrated and fueled the process behind the scenes, leading the group of sea spirit beasts to gather the power of the sea god, was actually the God of Destruction.
Thinking back to what had just happened, the new God of Lust, who had confronted him, was still refused even after he requested an audience with the God of Destruction.
This gradually made the usually composed Poseidon feel somewhat restless and uneasy.
What he couldn't understand was that, according to Tang Hao, after he and the God of Asura left the God Realm to explore higher levels, Tang San, who succeeded him, was constantly targeted and ostracized by the God of Destruction because he was in charge of the central hub of the God Realm.
Even before the God Realm was invaded by the spacetime turbulence, the God of Destruction brazenly took action and directly controlled and imprisoned Tang San and his wife.
Then, by using the pillar of psychic power to forcibly expand the protective membrane on the outer layer of the divine realm, the divine realm became completely unable to withstand the sweeping of the spacetime turbulence, which in turn led to the disintegration of the entire divine realm.
Given that the God of Destruction has committed such a grave error, why would he secretly do these things?
Even though Tang San could be considered the successor of the God of Asura in a certain sense, the God of Asura chose to collude with the God of Destruction to prevent Tang San's resurrection.
There are clearly some extremely unreasonable aspects to all of this.
Thinking of this, Poseidon's eyes narrowed slightly, and a chilling glint flashed within them.
Clearly, Tang Hao must have been hiding something from me about many crucial matters.
Realizing this, Poseidon's figure flashed, transforming into an elusive streak of azure light, and he vanished from his spot in an instant.
In the Abyss Plane, the entire world remains shrouded in a suffocating, deathly gray hue.
The Abyss Saint King materialized a gigantic face, hovering in mid-air, and uttered a deep voice: "Harosa, the time is near. Our plan is about to unfold in full! Now, do you have any particular ideas?"
The man, whose face was deathly pale and who wore gray crystal battle armor, merely chuckled coldly upon hearing this, saying, "What special ideas could we possibly have? We just need to do our jobs. I only hope that when the crucial moment arrives, the Holy Lord won't let us down."
"Hahaha----"
Accompanied by a deafening burst of maniacal laughter, the once dark and desolate world began to distort violently, spinning wildly like a giant vortex.
After a long while, the Abyss Saint King finally stopped laughing under Harossa's increasingly displeased gaze and slowly said, "You can rest assured about that. My plan has already been arranged. In any case, I think the probability of you getting into trouble is much higher than mine."
"What makes you say that?" Harosa raised an eyebrow and asked in a deep voice, clearly puzzled.
The giant face in mid-air looked Harosa up and down several times, then let out an undisguised sneer and said, "Are you really unaware, or are you just pretending not to know?"
"That's true. If you hadn't spent some time in the Abyss Plane and absorbed its aura, even I probably wouldn't have been able to easily detect the anomaly hidden within you."
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