If that brat Tang San saw the portraits of those three women, wouldn't he cough up blood, perhaps even until he died?
Simply slaughtering Tang San would be so boring. Killing a man by crushing his heart was the most satisfying thing. She would make his life worse than death.
After the way Tang San had treated her in her previous life, Qian Renxue felt she absolutely could not let him die just like that. She had to make him experience a fate worse than death.
At that thought, Qian Renxue's smile grew increasingly unrestrained and wicked. That mischievous expression left Zhao Ling staring in bewilderment.
What was going on with this girl? Why did something seem off? What was she smiling so wickedly for?
"Xue'er, what's wrong? Why are you smiling so wickedly? I don't know why, but your husband feels a little creeped out."
Zhao Ling swallowed and asked Qian Renxue tentatively.
"Never mind why Xue'er is smiling so wickedly. Just leave hiring the painters to me. I guarantee they'll get everything done properly."
Then Qian Renxue grabbed the blanket beside her and pulled it over herself and Zhao Ling...
The scene shifted to the Clear Sky Sect, where Tang Xiao, Tang Hao, and the elders watched Yu Yuanzhen arrive at their gates with several dozen people.
Every one of them looked utterly miserable, their clothes tattered and covered in bloodstains and dirt.
Even Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian looked that way. The Second Elder, who had been grievously wounded in the explosions and had only one arm and one leg left, had been carried there.
Tang Xiao asked Yu Yuanzhen tentatively.
"Clan Leader Yu, w-what happened to you? You're all so dusty and disheveled that anyone who didn't know better would think beggars had come to our