After exiting her room, Qiao Mu just so happened to run into Crown Prince Mo.
“For you!” Qiao Mu stuffed the storage talisman into Mo Lian’s hands and said expressionlessly, “For my Lian!”
Mo Lian peeked inside the storage talisman. When he saw that it was filled with zombie cores and various forging materials, he couldn’t help being moved and hugged the little fellow.
His little one was constantly thinking about him.
She wasn’t collecting those zombie cores for her own use at all. She had collected them all for him.
Beside them stood Dao Wuji, who was shining brighter than a thousand lit candles1. He pursed his lips and said, “I had a dozen or so wives back in the day, and they would also circle around me every day, giving me this and that to receive my favor!”
Little Despot, who was savoring tea at a stone table beside him, sniggered at his words. “Then how about now.”
“Humph!” Dao Wuji harrumphed. “Don’t worry, with my looks and appearance, it will definitely be a cinch to find another ten or so wives!”
“Ha ha.” The Little Despot turned his nose up at him. “For people like you, it’s useless no matter how many wives you marry. When your wives see your true nature, really! They’ll all run off someday!”
“What did you say??” Dao Wuji fumed. “What about my true nature? How come my wives will all run off?”
As the two people bickered, Miss Qiao turned around and glared at Dao Wuji. “Shut up! You chatterbox! So noisy!”
The Little Despot laughed out loud while eyeing Dao Wuji. “You hear that! A chatterbox, noisy!”
“Hey, just stop quibbling, you two. Come, come, Dao Wuji, come drink a cup of tea and douse your anger.” Feng Chen was sitting at the stone table and pushed a cup of tea toward Dao Wuji. “Frankly speaking, the Little Despot isn’t wrong. What’s the use of marrying so many wives. Isn’t it better to find the one wife for you and dedicate yourselves to each other.”
“What do you people who never had a wife understand!” Dao Wuji picked up the teacup in a huff and downed the contents. “A wife is proof of a man’s ability! Got it? Like him!”
Dao Wuji furtively pointed in Crown Prince Mo’s direction. “My boss is a man of striking appearance and should be an unrestrained romantic. Casual relationships wouldn’t be a surprise. Sigh, yet now…”
“What about right now?” A faint voice entered Dao Wuji’s ears.
Dao Wuji did not know that he was seeking his own death and blabbered on with his back to the young couple, “Right now! He’s simply a pitiful henpecked husband! He really is an embarrassment to us males! Ah, ahh! Ow! Ouch!”
Before he could finish talking, someone kicked him hard on the back, and he crashed down onto the stone table in front of Feng Chen with a bang.
Miss Qiao cut to the chase and gave Dao Wuji a violent beating.
The Venerable Peach Blossom Immortal offered a feather duster. “Use this, Qiaoqiao, don’t hurt your hand!”
Crown Prince Mo shook his head in exasperation. “He had it coming.”
The Little Despot coughed lightly and picked up the teapot and his teacup before darting to the side. He poured himself a cup of tea and sipped from it. “As the saying goes, there is hope of weathering calamites from heaven, but there is no hope when man brings them upon himself!”
“Ahh, ow! Stop hitting, hey, I’m gonna retaliate if you keep hitting me!”
“You just try!” Crown Prince Mo threatened him with a frigid voice. Dao Wuji did not reply to this and fled all over the place while shielding his head with pitiful shouts.
