Chapter 67: Can’t Touch It, Can’t Get It, Drives You Crazy!
Upon hearing this, Mo Liushu’s smug expression suddenly froze, only to become even more triumphant.
“You’re jealous!”
After saying this, she felt immensely vindicated and refreshed.
Murong Ya’s previous taunts still echoed in her ears, making it hard for her to forget to this day.
“You’re jealous that I’m stronger than you, jealous that I’m prettier than you, jealous that the little guy likes me more!”
Just thinking of this made her uncontrollably furious, and now she could finally throw it back in the other’s face.
“You’re really pitiful, clinging to that old artifact while feeling smug; let me show you something more interesting.”
Murong Ya was not angry, which made Mo Liushu somewhat regretful, but when the other party revealed the ring on her finger, she instantly lost her composure.
“What is that!”
“Guess.”
“I’m asking you what it is!”
Mo Liushu shouted recklessly, her exquisite features twisted into a ferocious expression but still possessing a unique beauty.
However, there was an added touch of madness and ferocity that made it difficult to look her in the eye.
How could she not know? That ring contained an incredibly familiar spiritual power, shimmering and radiant, far superior to her wooden ball.
This was clearly an unparalleled protective talisman, and what was even more infuriating was that this talisman belonged solely to Murong Ya; even if someone stole it, it would be ineffective and could even harm the thief with the spiritual power contained within.
This was an overt display of favoritism and indulgence!
“You’re jealous again.”
Murong Ya was extremely pleased, ruthlessly stabbing a knife into Mo Liushu’s heart.
“Hahaha…”
She gasped for breath, glaring with deep hatred at Murong Ya, wishing she could tear her apart.
“Don’t look at me like that; this little guy insisted on giving it to me. I told him not to bother, but he just wouldn’t listen. What can I do?”
Upon hearing this, Long Lingyun and the Little Demoness trembled; they never expected their master could be so shameless!
“I don’t believe it; you must have forced him!” Mo Liushu felt drained, desperately looking for excuses.
“Do you dare not believe it? Today, I’ll teach you a lesson for being stubborn!”
Murong Ya became fierce, like a mother leopard ready to pounce, willing to take risks to protect her most precious thing.
She opened her spatial ring, and a pile of scrolls spilled out.
These were paintings she had created to escape the Unwarranted Calamity. The Little Demoness and the others knew Murong Ya had been working on her artwork but were unaware of what she had painted.
Today, they would finally get to see!
As one scroll opened, it prominently depicted Zhou Tong’s profile.
In the painting, Zhou Tong was commanding shipbuilding, brimming with vigor and passion, showcasing the youth’s spirit in its fullest glory.
Mo Liushu widened her eyes; she had to admit that she hadn’t seen Zhou Tong display such an expression in a long time.
What had happened over the years that transformed such a vibrant and spirited youth into someone so dejected?
She still remembered vividly the cold, lonely figure of Zhou Tong when he left the sect.
“Did I make a mistake? Am I really wrong? Perhaps I was, but that is all in the past. From now on, I will treat him better!”
Mo Liushu clenched her fists, but her mouth was unyielding: “It’s just a painting; what does it prove?”
“Alright, alright, you won’t cry until you see the coffin, huh? I’ll make you recognize reality.”
Another scroll was opened, showing Zhou Tong and Murong Ya, with Zhou Tong gazing tenderly at the stunning woman, his expression frozen at that moment, nearly eternal.
“Hmph!”
Mo Liushu’s face turned crimson; all she emitted was a cold snort, falling silent, she was truly jealous.
“Not talking, are you? I know you’re still unconvinced; look at this!”
One scroll after another unfurled, and Murong Ya opened her mouth, continuously introducing them.
“This is a painting of the little guy cooking for me!”
“This is a painting of the little guy hugging me!”
“This is a painting of the little guy resting on my lap!”
“The little guy gives me shoulder rubs…”
“The little guy pats my legs…”
“The little guy massages my feet…”
“And the little guy lulls me to sleep…”
“And that’s not all; there’s more…”
Murong Ya, tirelessly, described even the details clearly.
At this moment, her cheeks were as red as fire, fully due to shyness.
Under normal circumstances, she would never have shared these paintings publicly, but now she had completely let go to strike at her rival.
Wounding the enemy a hundred times, hurting herself eight hundred, yet she delighted in it!
“Master is so scary!”
The Little Demoness and Long Lingyun huddled together, shivering in a corner.
Even the “Zhou Tong” beside them was dumbfounded, as if his worldview had just been shattered.
“I used to think I was quite shameless, but now I feel like I can’t possibly keep up with your level of abnormality!”
At this moment, Lian Hanxing just wanted to grab Murong Ya by the collar and shout: “Enough, being this perverted is already impolite!”
“You’re such an adult, yet you act like a child asking your disciple to take care of you! Are you a baby?”
The most impacted was undoubtedly Mo Liushu. She stood frozen in place like a statue, with only the blood vessels in her eyes spreading as proof that she was still alive.
“Poof!”
As if shocked by Murong Ya’s astonishing artwork, or perhaps her tolerance had reached its limit, she finally spewed a mouthful of fresh blood.
“You shameless harlot, die!”
She clasped her hands together, unleashing a burst of astonishing spiritual energy, but it was blocked by the iron gate of the cell, clearly made from extraordinary material.
“Can’t touch it, drives you crazy!”
Murong Ya was overjoyed, even raising the ring on her hand, shaking it repeatedly.
“Can’t get it, makes you crave it!”
“Ah… ah… huh.”
Mo Liushu felt dizzy; she had never dreamed that she would be driven to such a degree of fury one day.
“No matter what, I’ve won. Today, I will take Tong’er away, and you can just hold on to these memories for your remaining life!”
As soon as this was said, the smile on Murong Ya’s face immediately vanished, making her feel like she had regained a point.
With a wave of her hand, she sliced open the adjacent cell door and walked in gracefully.
“What are you doing back here? I don’t want to see you again!”
“Zhou Tong” huddled with arms around his knees, looking wary.
Mo Liushu felt a surge of joy; judging by his demeanor, Zhou Tong’s rejection of her had greatly diminished, clearly having suffered quite a bit.
The guest senior’s credibility was indeed reliable!
Now, as long as she lowered her stance and said a few soft words, Zhou Tong would immediately yield.
“Be good, don’t make a scene. No one can protect you besides me. Or do you want to continue suffering here?”
Upon hearing her words, “Zhou Tong” noticeably trembled but stubbornly replied, “If you want to send me back to that kind of environment, I’d rather die here!”
“I promise, there won’t be anything like that happening again; as long as you obediently listen and don’t compete with your junior apprentice brother, I will take good care of you!”
