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Chapter 5290: 5.1042 Caring for the Intellectually Challenged

So, you really shouldn't casually offend small-minded women; you'll end up suffering for it.

Qiao Mu looked Doushan Ming up and down with a somewhat astonished expression.

That "caring for the intellectually challenged" gaze ignited a furious blaze in Doushan Ming's heart.

"My father won't let you off!" Doushan Ming roared angrily, "Don't think that just because you've imprisoned me here, it will remain a secret forever."

Qiao Mu curved her lips: If this person is confined to the star domain, Doushan Ming's father will never, in his entire life, find this bastard son.

Besides, Doushan Ming's father, Duo Qiang, had already been beaten so badly in the Battle of Wangchuan that he scurried off somewhere with his tail between his legs.

He couldn't even protect himself, so how could he possibly remember a son like this?

Qiao Mu couldn't be bothered with his desperate roaring. She turned back and glanced at him, "You really aren't leaving?"

Later, when he recalled it, Doushan Ming was filled with regret!

He would have rather gone to the desert to eat sand.

No wonder that vicious woman had looked at him with such an idiotic gaze back then.

He had actually vehemently demanded to stay in this Tower of Punishment, in this devilish place.

"When you admit your mistake, call me," Qiao Mu said meaningfully, glancing at him.

"In this world, not everyone will tolerate your willfulness."

Qiao Mu left, holding the little tree ball, leaving Doushan Ming alone.

Doushan Ming furiously shouted at the spot where she disappeared, "Do you think I'll submit to you, you wicked woman? Don't dream about it!"

Half an hour later.

Doushan Ming clutched his head, weeping uncontrollably, shrinking on the ground, trembling as he looked at the rustling trees around him.

"Let me out! Let me out!"

"I, I admit my mistake, I, I concede, I, I admit my mistake, admit my mistake! Please let me out, your Excellency, let me out!"

In just half an hour, he had been cut by the blades of the Thousand Blade Forest, experiencing excruciating pain, with almost all the skin on his body bleeding.

However, the bleeding was very slow, and the cuts on his skin weren't deep.

But it was precisely this terrifying sensation of a dull knife slowly cutting flesh that constantly pricked at his nerves.

He didn't know the pattern of this blade forest.

He also had no idea when the next wave of blades would fall; that feeling of waiting to die was truly agonizing.

"Master, how long do you think he'll last?" the little tree ball asked with a strange expression.

He truly hadn't expected that there would actually be such a fool who would vehemently demand to stay on the sixth floor of this Tower of Punishment.

Quite comical!

No wonder Master had been looking at that person with a gaze of "caring for the intellectually challenged."

This was truly foolish to the extreme.

Master had asked him several times, yet this fool, as if an idiot, insisted on staying.

It truly was fated; no one else could be blamed.

Two days later, in the vicinity of Lingfeng Valley.

In front of a large camp, numerous soldiers were orderly setting up camp, settling down, and cooking food.

Duan Yue sat in his tent, holding a communication jade talisman and lost in thought. Suddenly, he heard a clear, resonant cry from outside the tent, and his spirit couldn't help but stir slightly.

He hurriedly lifted the tent flap and walked out quickly, looking up at the sky.

He saw a large bird with azure wings rapidly flying from the horizon.

In the blink of an eye, it was already above the large tent.

Countless soldiers surged from all directions, standing ready, with cold and grim expressions.

The archer soldiers vigilantly took up their bows and aimed at the sky.

Duan Yue hurriedly waved his hand, "Everyone retreat, don't move without orders. Let him come."