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Chapter 123: Worse than death

Chapter 123: Worse than death
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Translator: Misty Cloud Translations Editor: Misty Cloud Translations

“Kill her? Ye Qing Luo gave a cold laugh. “Don’t you think she is worse off than death in her current state now?”

Di Mo Xuan heard her words and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

It was indeed true for Ye Qing Ling that she was better off dead than to be in her current state.

The news of her using an object form the dark had probably spread throughout the entire Three Springs Town.

It wouldn’t be long before the news circulated beyond the west continent or even the whole of Nirvana Realms.

Reputation ruined, Profound Jade Heart crushed, veins cut…

She would have to live in misery and there wasn’t no way to seek death.

This was unquestionably worse off than death.

Ye Qing Luo scrunched up her bewitching eyes: “Since she has chosen to hurt Xiao Yu, she will have to bear the pain at least a hundred times more.”

She was never a kind person to begin with.

You could even say that she was an unfeeling lady.

So long it didn’t involve her or threaten her existence, she would not be interested at all.

But…..

Once she got complicated in it or her loved ones got hurt.

She would not be lenient either.

Ye Qing Luo’s principle was simple-

Those who deceived, humiliated or hurt her would not be spared if it meant chasing them to the end of the earth.

Those who protected, loved or safeguarded her, she would do anything and everything to return the reciprocate.

This was her way of way of survival.

Ye Qing Luo calmed herself down and continued: “Ye Qing Qian…… had better pray that Xiao Yu is fine, otherwise…… her outcome, might be worse off than Ye Qing Ling.

She turned her head and went straight ahead.

Di Mo Xuan couldn’t help but beamed as he gazed at the back view of Ye Qing Luo with deep and amused thoughts.

Sure enough, the little thing was a splitting image of him.

She wasn’t like any other woman who would hid their temperamental self; a person that would seek revenge over the smallest grievance, ruthless and tyrannical and unreasonable when required.

This was the kind of girl he was looking for.

He held onto that grin on his face as the thoughts in his mind began to run wild.

…..

Mu’s place.

The moment Ye Qing Luo and Di Mo Xuan arrived at the door, they were greeted by a footboy who readily invited them in.

Along came a maid who led them to the pharmacy.

Outside the pharmacy, several physicians who wore long robes were going in and out of the premises with knitted brows with Mu Zi Fan’s voice at the background.

Ye Qing Luo’s heart fell into a turmoil as she quickly pushed open the door and rushed into the room.

“You are here, Seventh Miss” Mu Zi Fei stood by the side of the bed, holding a row of silver needles in his hands.

“Young Miss…..” Zi Ling who had be safeguarding by the bed burst into tears the moment she saw Ye Qing Luo. Her eyes were swelling so badly that you could tell she probably cried for hours.

“How is he doing?”

Ye Qing Luo burrowed her brows as she watched the young man lying on the bed.

Ye Feng Yu laid on the bed with his eyes shut. His bloodstained clothes were replaced by thick bandages all over his body.

You could still see fresh blood oozing out from the bandages.

The young handsome face was pale as chalk with hardly any colour left.

Ye Qing Luo felt her throat tightening as if something had grabbed onto her neck.

It was uncomfortable and choking her so badly that she couldn’t breathe.

She shuddered and leaned slowly to the bed.

Tears rounded up in her eyes.

The reason why her brother was lying her in severe injuries was her.

“Seventh Miss, rest assured that Eighth Young Master’s injuries are superficial, he will recover after resting for a period of time.” Mi Zi Fan appeased in a warm and gentle tone.

He continued to insert the silver needles into the acupuncture points of Ye Feng Yu skilfully.

Ye Qing Luo cleared her throat lightly and murmured an acknowledgement softy.

Her fingers tighten into her fist unconsciously.

Watching her brother lying in bed in a comatose state, she felt that cutting the veins of Ye Qing Ling was too light a punishment for her!

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