2184 Hitting Every Nail on the Head

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Feng Chen was generous with his praise. "It's rare to see you so smart. You must have taken a lot of brain tonics recently."

"Brain tonics are good." The Little Despot added, "Since it's so effective, remember to continue doing so in the future. You must take care that it doesn't produce the opposite effect though."

Phooey! Dao Wuji glared at Feng Chen indignantly, and then also glowered at the Little Despot in a huff.

He had such a rare spark of insight, yet these people around him were making all these sarcastic remarks.

What exactly was this supposed to be?

Dao Wuji rolled his eyes and glared back at them all.

Later, he'd jot them down in a notebook so that he could… hm-hm, make sarcastic remarks back!

Everybody raised their weapons and rushed at the unceasingly appearing zombies.

They had to focus now!

Feng Lan observed on the sidelines for a while. When she saw that the bald woman in mid-air was simply unable to break through Crown Prince Mo's line of defense, she couldn't help but furrow her brows.

This young couple really was despicable.

Feng Lan waved her hand, and five maidservants pushed over a small cart of spiritual energy spheres.

They placed four spiritual energy spheres into something that looked like a catapult, and they veered the opening to where Mo Lian and Qiao Mu were standing.

Feng Lan's eyes flashed sharply. "Qiao Mu, was it you people who harmed my husband and snatched his soul?"

Qiao Mu snapped her fingers, and several hundred ebony defensive talismans flew out, barricading Mo Lian's defensive wall of fire even further with two layers of protection.

Feng Lan questioned harshly, "What? You're afraid of admitting what you did?"

"What I am afraid of admitting?" Qiao Mu snorted, "You reap whatever you sow. Geng Pengcheng had sent people after me multiple times to control me and assassinate me. Why can't I retaliate? Could it be that I am a wretch that should just stomach this injustice? It's my fault if I retaliate?"

Feng Lan's complexion turned pale as she berated furiously, "Old Geng had never seen you before, why would he…"

Feng Lan stopped talking in the middle as a spark of enlightenment flashed through her eyes. "How are you related to Long Chuyun?"

"Could you be? …"

Qiao Mu's expression changed. She was about to fly out of the defensive barrier, yet Mo Lian grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't be taken in. This woman is luring you over." A chill flitted across Mo Lian's eyes as he gazed at her indifferently. "It's fine if you don't say it. We can pretty much make a guess."

"Even though Shuntian Prefecture's prefecture lord married you, he probably never had you in his heart."

"You're speaking nonsense!" Feng Lan's expression contorted instantly.

This was actually a bluff, yet who knew that Feng Lan had already fallen for it. Hence, Mo Lian now had a better idea of the situation in his mind. He sniggered, "There is someone else in your husband's heart. That person should be someone from the Mu Clan right?"

Feng Lan's pupils contracted.

"What kind of sentiment would cause someone to self-detonate their spiritual conscious in order to bring their secret to the grave with them?" Mo Lian smiled as he sized up the pale-faced Feng Lan.

"I can understand Prefecture Lord Geng's actions very well. In this world, probably only true love could compel a man to sacrifice himself to this extent."