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Chapter 4322: 5.0074 Lingering Fear

Mi Yan Holy Son uncomfortably cleared his throat, silently continuing to eat his meal without intending to respond to the little poker face's comment.

It was Mo Lian who glanced meaningfully at Mi Yan, then unhurriedly picked up some green vegetables for his little wife, softly chuckling, "Qiaoqiao, do you still remember? In the Winter Forest Garden of the Royal Academy, you charged the Holy Son a million spirit coins to rent him a room."

Mi Yan Holy Son twitched his mouth.

Qiaomu silently lowered her gaze, continuing to pick at the rice in her bowl, her small face expressionless and serious.

However, Long Hui and Long Xiangyun, the siblings, looked over at Mi Yan Holy Son with great interest.

Listening to the Crown Prince's tone, it sounded like this Mi Yan Holy Son had also been exploited by the little girl back then?

Mi Yan Holy Son's expression was so odd, it seemed he had been quite badly duped.

Long Hui suddenly felt a sense of shared suffering with Holy Son, regretfully looking at him and nodding.

Holy Son: ...

He was utterly bewildered, alright? Was this Young Master Long sick? He suddenly gave him such a concerned look; it was strangely peculiar.

"You gave him an empty room with nothing in it. He had to pay a hundred thousand spirit coins for a bed, fifty thousand for a stool, twenty thousand for a teacup. Don't you remember?" Mo Lian struggled to suppress his laughter, asking his wife with a straight face.

Qiaomu continued to pick at her rice, then looked up at him expressionlessly. "What does that have to do with what you're about to say now?"

"Pfft." Peach Blossom Immortal Venerable couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Oh my Qiao, the connection is huge, let me tell you!"

"Ever since you rented that million-coin mud-brick house to Mi Yan, Mi Yan has been so traumatized that he brings all his tables, chairs, pots, bowls, and cooking utensils whenever he goes out! All his daily necessities are complete!"

"Pfft."

"Cough, cough, cough."

"Ha..." A young man from the Phoenix Clan was about to laugh out loud but was immediately silenced by a sharp glare from Mi Yan Holy Son.

Qiaomu said "Oh," then reached out with her chopsticks to pick up some nearby dishes.

"Old news, no need to mention it." It's all ancient history; can't we just move on? Why bring it up again?

She had even forgotten about it.

"Then did you bring a bed?" She took two bites, then suddenly turned to ask Mi Yan.

Mi Yan: ...

He really didn't want to talk to this person. What to do?

Qiaoqiao's Division Line

Ten days later, in the evening.

Long Hui stood by the ship's railing, pointing to the island ahead. "We've been drifting at sea for so long; everyone must be exhausted."

"Tonight, we'll land and rest overnight at that fishing village ahead."

"This place is only a five-day journey from the outer boundary of my Wangchuan."

Qinghongse couldn't help but frown and interject, "What are we going to that little broken village for? We might as well hurry on our way and rest at Wangchuan as soon as possible."

Long Hui was startled and instinctively turned to look at the little poker face's reaction. "Cousin, what do you think?"

"A break is fine too," Qiaomu nodded indifferently.

She, Lian, Feng Chen, and Mi Yan had no problems. Anyway, after nightfall, as long as one person remained outside to guard, the others could take turns resting in the star domain.

The others, however, were all very tired.

Especially the Phoenix Clan members, those landlubbers, who were not accustomed to long journeys at sea. Although their cultivation was not weak, so many days at sea were always very tiring.

Now, their beautiful faces looked a bit sallow, appearing somewhat pathetic.