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Separation
"How could that be? Wouldn't having you be enough?" I smiled faintly. However, Qingcheng Ruoxue above seemed very displeased and said, "Tian Jiu'er, releasing you doesn't mean you can tease me however you please. I ask that you show the restraint and respect befitting the supreme ruler of the Ghost Dao!"
My wife snorted, her expression sinking as she said, "The wheel of fortune turns—ten years east of the river, ten years west. Who would have thought that one day you'd be begging my husband for help? Where have your restraint and respect gone? Besides, you didn't ask Wan Songxiao, nor Li Xiangru not to attack your holy temple. Is it because you think my husband is easier to talk to, or because you've fallen for him? Am I not allowed to say so?"
"You! Who would have thought that after all these years, you'd have learned to be so sharp-tongued? You've truly opened my eyes. Don't forget that even though you've recovered your ghost body, you're still only in an incorporeal state! I agreed to form a temporary alliance with Xia Yitian and establish a contract, but I never agreed to treat you as one of my allies!" Qingcheng Ruoxue said, furious and embarrassed.
My wife flung back her sleeve and snapped, "We'll settle the old account sooner or later. If you can't kill me today, then one day you'll end up in the same miserable state as me!"
Qingcheng Ruoxue grunted, but her voice stretched far into the distance. It seemed she was too lazy to trade barbs with my wife and had gone to the surface of the lake.
I shook my head. Who would have thought that my flesh-and-blood wife could speak so down-to-earth? It seemed the Dao-Robe Wife occupied a larger share, leaving