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Chapter 4618: 5.0370 Lying Scoundrel

"Actually, Hall Master Gong, you don't need to be so angry," Mu Qingya said, slowly and methodically smoothing the wrinkles on her thin gauze outer garment. "If we can successfully capture her on this trip, then in front of the master, I will speak many good words on behalf of you and your group."

Mu Qingya didn't even need to see the face beneath Gong Songfeng's mask to know that Hall Master Gong's expression must be incredibly grim right now. Just seeing Vice Hall Master Fan Meng's slightly pale face behind him, Mu Qingya couldn't help but feel a strange thrill of excitement flash through her heart.

If she brought the little stoic back, and in front of them all, had someone cut her open and take out the Dragon Pearl... wouldn't that be interesting?

She's so lucky, so incredibly fortunate! Why would a Ten Thousand Year Dragon Pearl be within her body? She had already fallen to a place like the Lower Star Domain, so how could she still grow so smoothly? It shouldn't be possible at all...

All of Mu Qingya's plans had come to nothing. The first time she saw the little stoic in the Mu family of Shenzhou, Mu Qingya knew that almost half of her entire plan was ruined. She wanted to fight for herself, for her daughter, to seize this opportunity. If she couldn't, then it must be fate.

The Ten Thousand Year Dragon Pearl could pull a dying infant back from the brink of death. For so many years, it had subtly changed the little stoic's physique. It must be like this, it must be like this. If the Ten Thousand Year Dragon Pearl were in her Xue'er's body, Xue'er could also become a powerful figure who could command heaven and earth, without having to rely on anyone. Opportunity, she only lacked an opportunity, and that opportunity would come soon.

Mu Qingya smiled as she glanced at Fan Meng. "Vice Hall Master Meng, your complexion doesn't look good. Are you ill?"

"You... what do you intend to do to her?" Fan Meng seemed to see the little girl's cold eyes, devoid of any warmth, staring at him. A chilly sensation instantly crept into his heart. When the little girl had said they lied to her before, her eyes were so cold... almost enough to shatter into ice shards. Fan Meng couldn't forget such a gaze for a long time; he had inexplicably woken up from dreams several times because of it. It was as if the little girl's icy claws were gripping his neck.

How would the little girl punish the lying scoundrels?

"Fan Meng." The man in red turned to look at him, frowning slightly. Recently, both Fan Meng and Fan You had been somewhat distracted, always out of sorts, occasionally spacing out.

Mu Qingya looked at Fan Meng with pity, pouting and chuckling, "If Vice Hall Master Meng is feeling unwell, you should stay in the cabin and rest, instead of wandering around."

"As for... what I intend to do to that stoic face." Mu Qingya's gaze slowly turned icy. "Isn't it clearly written on the master's silk paper?"

"Death!"

Fan Meng's heart jolted, and his slender body swayed slightly. Fan You quickly reached out to support his arm, turning to look at Mu Qingya, saying coldly, "Just you?"

"What a grand delusion," Fan You sneered coldly. "Those shrimp soldiers and crab generals you sent out can't do anything to the little stoic."

"So, don't dream on."

"Reporting to Hall Master Gong, Hall Master Mu! The three-eyed harpy team is back!"