Chapter 677 - The Angered Mystic Supremacy (2)

Chapter 677: The Angered Mystic Supremacy (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Then what are you betting on? Hurry up and cook. Let’s rest after dinner so that the fish can take the bait,” Leng Ruoxue said with a slightly smug smile.

“Uh! Miss, it’s only noon!” Feng Da reminded speechlessly. They had stayed in the tent for almost a day yesterday, so should they return to their rooms early to sleep today?

“What about noon? Can’t I take an afternoon nap and a night nap together?” Leng Ruoxue asked aggrievedly.

“Okay, okay!” Feng Da said hurriedly. Alas! Who would dare to not let Miss sleep!

“Then quickly go and cook! I’m a little hungry,” Leng Ruoxue ordered.

“Yes!” Feng Da answered. Then he led Lin Yuan and the others to prepare food.

Leng Ruoxue and the others found their own rooms to rest after lunch.

Late at night was the time when the moon was dark and the wind was strong, suitable for investigation.

A black shadow quietly sneaked into the peony garden where Leng Ruoxue and the others were staying. After sneaking into the pitch-black main room and coming to the bed, the black shadow took out an incomparably sharp, cold, and intimidating saber from its ring, and gathered a trace of mystic energy to directly stab at the person on the bed, and stabbed several times with hatred…

The man in black stopped in surprise when the room lit up. When he turned back, he saw everyone standing behind him and looked at the bed in disbelief.

“Miss Wu must be exhausted!” Leng Ruoxue said with concern.

“No… This is impossible? Weren’t you sleeping on the bed?” Wu Qian’er widened her eyes and questioned. She had sent her trusted aide to investigate thoroughly, but Leng Ruoxue appeared behind her now. How could she accept this?

“It’s just a pillow sleeping on the bed,” Leng Ruoxue reminded.

“What?” Wu Qian’er didn’t believe it. She hurriedly lifted the blanket and saw that a pillow had indeed been pierced by her.

“Now you believe me!” Leng Ruoxue sighed softly and said sympathetically.

“How did you know I would come?” No matter how stupid Wu Qian’er was, she knew that she had been discovered long ago. However, she was really unwilling! Her father refused to take revenge for her and said that Leng Ruoxue was useful. However, she didn’t believe it at all. Hmph! Don’t think she didn’t know that her father obviously took a liking to her beauty and wanted to take it for himself. He even lied to her!

“We smelled your smell before we entered Peony Garden,” Feng Da reminded with a naughty smile. Alas! You have to cover your smell even if you want to do something bad!

“What smell? I don’t have any smell!” Wu Qian’er immediately exploded when she heard Feng Da!

“Of course it’s stink! It stinks for hundreds of miles. Of course, you usually can’t smell it yourself!” Feng Da explained.

“No, I don’t stink. Damn it, I don’t stink!” Wu Qian’er roared irrationally. She raised the saber in her hand crazily and stabbed at Leng Ruoxue fiercely. She wanted to kill this woman!

“Swish!” A white light passed through Wu Qian’er’s body. With a bang, Wu Qian’er fell to the ground…

Leng Ruoxue looked at the dagger stabbed into the wall, then at everyone and whispered, “I’m just defending myself!”

“Yes! Self-defense!” Everyone hurriedly echoed.

However, the freak pouted with dissatisfaction and looked at Leng Ruoxue with slight complaint. “Xue’er, you don’t need to defend yourself. I’ll protect you.” He originally wanted to attack, but Xue’er didn’t give him the chance. Boohoo…

“Uh! I was wrong. That was just my instinct,” Leng Ruoxue said aggrievedly.

“Miss, your dagger.” At this moment, Lin Yuan had already pulled out the knife from the wall and returned it to Leng Ruoxue.

“Thank you.” Leng Ruoxue released a trace of water mystic energy from her fingertips, washed the dagger, and then stored it in her storage ring.

“Miss, what should we do with Wu Qian’er?” Feng Da asked. Wu Qian’er should be dead. However, he didn’t know if Miss wanted to destroy the corpse or hand it to Wu Ming.

“To Wu Ming, of course! Ask the guards at the entrance to the yard to invite Wu Ming over. Tell him there are assassins, but they’ve been killed,” Leng Ruoxue said with a naughty smile.

“Okay!” Feng Da replied and then happily went to inform the guards.

After a while, Wu Ming, who received the report, came to Peony Garden like his butt was on fire. He looked at the man in black lying on the ground, cold sweat breaking out on his body, and his heart turned cold. Alas! It was indeed Qian’er. Why was his daughter disobedient? Great, she was killed now, but he was helpless!

“What? Does Patriarch Wu know this assassin?” Leng Ruoxue sat in a chair, held a cup of tea, and took a sip.

“Uh! No.” Wu Ming was very depressed, but he had to deny it at this time.

“Feng Da, take off the veil on his face and let Miss see who this person is?” Leng Ruoxue ordered lightly. She really didn’t expect Wu Ming to be ruthless enough to disown his daughter’s corpse. Alas! He was really heartless to do this.

“Yes,” Feng Da quickly answered and walked directly to Wu Qian’er’s side. He was about to do as his young miss said, but was stopped by Wu Ming.

“Wait, Miss Leng. Leave this to me! I’ll give Miss Leng an explanation,” Wu Ming hurriedly said.

“What explanation does the Wu family head want to give me? I’m a guest of the Wu family since I live here, but your Wu family actually sent people to assassinate me. Fortunately, I’m alert. Otherwise, I would be the one lying on the ground now.” Leng Ruoxue’s face became stern and she said very displeased.

“This person isn’t from the Wu family, but I will give Miss Leng a satisfactory explanation. Miss Leng can be at ease.” Wu Ming suppressed the anger in his heart and said. He just needed two more days.

“In that case, give me some time, Patriarch Wu! I can’t wait endlessly.” Leng Ruoxue raised her beautiful eyes and said coldly.

“I will definitely satisfy Miss Leng in two days,” Wu Ming promised.. Then he ordered someone to carry the corpse of the man in black out of Peony Garden.