Chapter 501: So What? Come Hit Me If You Can!
Yun Ran bent down to pick up Bai, rubbing its round and fluffy little head, "Bai, it seems you’re being rejected! She thinks you’re too weak!"
Bai let out a "woof," baring its teeth and waving its paws at Yuan Feishuang, looking as if it wanted to fight to the death.
Yuan Feishuang sneered disdainfully, "Like master, like dog. Just as annoying as your owner!"
Still unsatisfied, she added another sentence:
"A mere fancy pillow, pretty but useless!"
"Gold and jade on the outside, nothing but ruins within! An empty vase! Dog food bin!"
Bai: *&%￥#...%...&&
Nangong Siyu quickly tugged at Yuan Feishuang’s sleeve, looking worriedly at Yun Ran, timidly saying:
"Sister, don’t take it to heart, Sister Feishuang sometimes speaks without restraint; she doesn’t mean to insult you."
"No worries!"
Yun Ran waved her hand carelessly, "She was insulting the dog and its owner, what does that have to do with me?"
"Huh?"
Nangong Siyu looked completely puzzled, "But aren’t you just..."
Before she could finish, Yun Ran said with a bit of schadenfreude:
"Nangong Mo, did you hear that? Someone said you and your dog are just empty, decorative vases! Excited? Surprised?"
Nangong Mo: "..."
The air turned eerily silent,
Yuan Feishuang only felt her head buzz, leaving her dumbfounded... It took her a while to find her voice:
"Cous, Cousin, I... I wasn’t insulting you, I didn’t know you were the... I, I, I thought..."
Yun Ran silently rolled her eyes: [Trying to insult me, but insulted the wrong person, huh? Ha, little fool!]
"What do you mean ’you you you’? The fact is you insulted the dog’s owner, and the fact is that he is the dog’s owner, hence: you insulted him!"
"What now? The mighty Hero Yuan can’t face the consequences of her actions?"
Yuan Feishuang: "..."
Although what she said seems right, it’s so infuriating!
Tried to endure it, but couldn’t hold back.
"You cunning and deceitful woman! You clearly misled me on purpose!"
"Tch~ Only the weak like to make excuses!"
Yuan Feishuang: "You’re calling me weak?! You! You’re as infuriating as Yun Xiaoqi!"
"So what? Come hit me then!"
"..."
Yuan Feishuang felt an uncontrollable urge to beat her up! But, her dwindling sanity reminded her not to make a move in front of her cousin!
Yes, endure it! Swallow one’s anger, wait for the right moment to secretly take her down!
Yun Ran, seeing her expression, knew exactly what she was thinking.
[Great! We’re thinking the same thing!]
[Haven’t fought with this guy for a long time, my hands are itching!]
Nangong Mo, who had been calmly observing from the sidelines as if watching a play, glanced at Yuan Feishuang with barely noticeable narrowed eyes, a glint flashing across them.
His princess consort, surprisingly in sync with someone else? And seemingly having quite an unusual relationship?
This won’t do!
Yuan Feishuang suddenly felt a chill down her spine, shuddered, and couldn’t help but mutter under her breath:
"What ghostly weather is this? Feels even colder than Rouran City!"
Nangong Siyu timely suggested, "Dear sisters, I heard Chang’an Street is very lively! Let’s go there to have some fun~"
Yuan Feishuang’s eyes lit up, immediately looking at Nangong Mo, "Cousin, will you join us?"
As she spoke, she was about to go forward to push the wheelchair.
Nangong Mo’s wheelchair turned, leaving everyone an indifferent back view.
He not only went back into his room but also closed the door.
Yuan Feishuang: "??? Am I some sort of monster?"
A laugh came from the side, Yuan Feishuang shot a cold glance over, secretly gritting her teeth:
Laugh! Let’s see if you can still laugh later! I’ll make sure to beat you till you’re crying for your parents!
Yun Ran understood her gaze instantly, the corners of her mouth lifting in a provocative smile: [Humph! Let’s see who ends up being beaten to the ground!]
...
A stick of incense later, Chang’an Street.
Yuan Feishuang was just about to find an excuse to send Nangong Siyu away so she could go beat up Yun Ran when Nangong Siyu exclaimed:
"Ah! Thief! That person just now was a thief! He stole my pouch!"
Yuan Feishuang whipped her whip, chasing after him like the wind.
"Arrogant thief! Daring to steal right under my nose! You’ve got some nerve!"
Watching that someone vanish in the blink of an eye, Yun Ran shook her head and took Nangong Siyu’s hand.
"Let’s go, let’s wait at the Tingyu Pavilion, the drinks there are really good."
However, a gust of ghostly wind blew, bringing with it a swirl of snow, as an eerie voice echoed chillingly:
"Go? Go where? To the Yellow Springs Road? Hehehehe..."
Yun Ran frowned, this voice, Ghost King?
"Truly a haunting specter!"
Nangong Siyu, perhaps frightened, turned pale, clutching Yun Ran’s arm tightly, "Sis-Sister, wh-who is he?"
