"Hey, attacking at the slightest disagreement isn't how modern people do things." Wei Junlan had nearly been fooled by her. Fortunately, he had gathered plenty of information about Qian Minghui, including what she had done back in the Dongfang Family.
Dongfang Minghui halted, but her flying needles had shot out faster than her thoughts. It was too late to recall them.
Fortunately, he avoided them beautifully with two effortless flips.
"Explain yourself."
Wei Junlan shook his head. "Both castaways at the ends of the earth, transmigrated into a book-why must we have met before to recognize each other?"
Dongfang Minghui's face darkened. This guy was damn well too flippant. "Hey, if you don't start talking, I'm leaving."
"Miss Qian, after all those hints, can't you give me a response?"
"You haven't answered me either. Aren't I just returning the favor?"
Wei Junlan straightened his robes and cupped his fists. "Thank you, Apothecary Qian, for your kindness and care toward my younger brother these past days. I am Wei Junlan."
Dongfang Minghui couldn't help rolling her eyes skyward. This blasted world! If you already gave birth to Zhou Yu, why bring Zhuge Liang into the world too? According to the story, Wei Junyi shouldn't have survived this long. She should have noticed something wrong when Wei Junlan fetched the Purple Cloud Fruit in the Purple Demon Mountains. Unfortunately, she had thought her arrival had caused a butterfly effect on the Seven-Colored Continent. So this was the biggest reason.
"Young Master Wei of the Blood Baleful Alliance, a pleasure. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
What she feared had come straight at her. Surely he didn't remember what happened in the Purple Demon Mountains?
"Miss Qian, I remember that in the original novel, the Dongfang Family's Ninth Miss couldn't