Suddenly, the aggrieved You Yao's gaze fell on Fu Miaoling. Then, with a flash, she lashed out—Smack! She viciously slapped Fu Miaoling across the face as if venting all her anger on her...
Then she shouted, "It was you, you little slut, suddenly playing a tune without strings that drew Sikong Devil here! You deserve ten thousand deaths!"
Fu Miaoling covered her face and lay lightly on the ground. Her face hurt terribly, terribly—but she was no longer as hopeless as before.
So she tugged at the corner of her mouth and smiled indifferently. "Then kill me!"
"You..."
You Yao nearly exploded with rage at those words. Of course, she could not—and did not dare to—kill Fu Miaoling.
Without her, there would be no Mechanism Messenger Birds that stood ahead of all the Central Plains.
At that moment, Fu Miaoling sneered again and again. "Who was it that wanted to punish me? If not for the Third Elder's divine assistance, how could Sikong Devil have spent a night alone with me?"
As soon as the words fell, You Yao clutched her chest, nearly exploding. It really was her fault.
Fu Miaoling refused to let it go. "I was about to say that you deserve ten thousand deaths. If the Fu Family's secrets really were stolen and comprehended by that terrifying Sikong Devil, I wouldn't let you off even as a ghost."
Though she said that, Fu Miaoling naturally did not care in her heart. She was only deliberately infuriating You Yao.
Grind, grind, grind...
You Yao was truly about to go mad with rage, her teeth grinding noisily. But then You Dan shouted again, "Enough. This is not the time for squabbling, Fu Miaoling... Other than this, what else did Sikong Devil say?"
What You Dan wanted to know now