Chapter 223: 223 She’s not someone you can afford to mess with (third watch)

Mo Zhixuan walked over to Zheng Chuyi with furrowed brows, handed her the sheet of paper, his face extremely tense, and his cool lips parted slightly, "Sign it."

"No!" Zheng Chuyi swiped Mo Zhixuan’s hand away, "Zhixuan, you can’t do this to me, I am the true Destiny Maiden, she’s an impostor! She’s nothing but a lowly commoner, what skills does she have to play the Konghou, she’s only basking in my light; you can’t be deceived by her like this!"

"Exactly," Jia Zhuo also stepped in front of Zheng Chuyi, subconsciously protecting her, "Ninth Brother, how can you treat Sister Chuyi this way, after all the years of affection between you two, how can you make her a slave to a lowly commoner!"

Zheng Chuyi is a pearl held high in the Superpower World, adored by thousands of people.

How could she possibly become a slave to a commoner?

Isn’t this slapping the face of everyone in the Superpower World?

This isn’t just about defending Zheng Chuyi as an individual, but about defending the honor of the Superpower World.

Especially in the presence of the Prince of the Underworld.

If this were to spread to the other two realms, it would cause the entire Superpower World to lose face.

This Ninth Brother’s actions are utterly disproportionate!

"And you," Jia Zhuo’s gaze shifted to Chu Jin, "Miss Chu, I don’t know what trick you used to make the ancient Konghou acknowledge you as its master, but there’s something I must warn you about, never covet the position that belongs to Sister Chuyi, put away your little schemes, she’s not someone you can afford to provoke."

In Jia Zhuo’s subconscious, the only reason the Konghou would acknowledge Chu Jin as its master was because she must have tampered with the strings.

Otherwise, how could she, a lowly commoner, possibly be capable of playing the Konghou, let alone summoning the Dancing Dragon and Phoenix!

Perhaps, everything that just happened was an illusion!

"How coincidental," Chu Jin chuckled lightly, her gaze coldly turning toward Jia Zhuo and Zheng Chuyi, "I’d like to return that same piece of advice to you and Zheng Chuyi, never attempt to covet what belongs to another, and, I, am not someone you can afford to provoke either!"

By the last sentence, her lips curled up into a casual smile.

A bit excessively wicked and cruel.

"My Jin Brother is so cool!" Hearing this, Mo Qingyi clapped his thigh excitedly.

"She’s cool, but why are you hitting my thigh?" Duanmu Zhe’s voice sounded faintly from the side.

That slap just now really hurt.

"So what if I hit you? Hitting you is giving you face," Mo Qingyi rolled his eyes at Duanmu Zhe, "Didn’t you look down on my Jin Brother just now? Now that my Jin Brother has turned the situation around, does your face hurt?" As he spoke, Mo Qingyi naturally reached out and pinched Duanmu Zhe’s cheek, then twisted it hard.

Just like when they were little.

Duanmu Zhe’s face turned red in an instant, whether from the pinch or...

Chu Jin slowly approached Mo Zhixuan, took the paper from his hand, her eyes brimming with a cold light, the dimples at the corners of her mouth growing deeper, "Hm, plain as black and white, does Miss Zheng intend to renege on her word?"

If it hadn’t been for Zheng Chuyi aiming to put her to death right from the start, she wouldn’t have pressed so hard.

She’s never been the good type, and certainly wouldn’t let go of an enemy at every turn.

"Prideful for what! You commoner, what right do you have to be prideful?" Although Zheng Chuyi slumped weakly against a column behind her, her eyes were still fixed on Chu Jin, her gaze filled with chilly venom, as if she wanted to dismember Chu Jin then and there, "If it weren’t for Zhixuan, what would you count for? What right do you have to swagger before me!"

"Not convinced?" Chu Jin glanced sideways at Zheng Chuyi, her tone light, "Wanna fight one-on-one?"

Zheng Chuyi was immediately speechless.

Having clashed with this commoner twice, and both times she had been at a disadvantage, naturally she wasn’t foolish enough to challenge her to a duel at this moment.

"Since you don’t want a one-on-one, then sign this Master-Servant Blood Covenant," Chu Jin simply bypassed Jia Zhuo and pushed the paper into Zheng Chuyi’s hands, "Don’t worry, I’m not a difficult master, even if you truly became my slave, I wouldn’t deliberately bully you."

Though her tone was mild, there was not the slightest hint of jest.

Clutching the paper in her hand, Zheng Chuyi felt as if all her strength had been instantly drained, leaving her entire body chillingly cold.

She never dreamed that she would face such a day.

A True Destiny Maiden of the Superpower World, trampled underfoot by a mere mortal.

Now, only one person could save her from this dire situation. Thinking of this, Zheng Chuyi immediately looked up at Mo Zhixuan, her tears nearly cascading down in an instant.

Like beads off a broken string, they surged forth.

"Zhixuan, you can’t treat me this way. Have you forgotten our past? We grew up together since we were little. You promised to protect me for a lifetime. Doesn’t our years of friendship mean more to you than some outsider..."

Amid sobs and tears, her white chest was even stained with red bloodstains, which made her look exceedingly pitiful.

Any man who saw her would feel a twinge of pity, stirring up a protective desire.

"Just sign it. A bet is a bet, and that’s an unchanging rule," Mo Zhixuan didn’t even glance at Zheng Chuyi as he continued, "Besides, she’s not an outsider. She’s my fiancée. This bet was between you and her, and I have no right to interfere."

Ever since Zheng Chuyi came up with the Blood Covenant, she hadn’t planned on letting Chu Jin go. Naturally, he wouldn’t take Zheng Chuyi’s side at this time either.

Fiancée?

At these words, Zheng Chuyi felt like she was falling apart. "You say she’s your fiancée, then what am I? What does my many years of waiting count for? Mo Zhixuan, have you forgotten how my brother died? For whom did he die? When my brother died, what did you promise? You promised to protect me for a lifetime. And now, you want me to be a slave to a mere mortal. Mo Zhixuan, is this how you honor my brother’s memory?"

Listening to Zheng Chuyi’s words, Mo Zhixuan’s face remained expressionless, his deep-set features as if covered with a layer of impenetrable thin ice.

"If Zilong were here, he would certainly respect my choice," Mo Zhixuan continued, "After all, you brought this upon yourself."

"Ninth Brother!" Jia Zhuo couldn’t help but rebuke, "How can you say such things! Do you have no conscience left? Look carefully at who stands before you! This is Sister Chuyi! If Brother Zilong were still here, he would never let Sister Chuyi suffer such an injustice! How can you justify this to Brother Zilong? Have you forgotten that year..."

Jia Zhuo hadn’t finished speaking.

Suddenly, a crisp sound filled the air, sending a jolt through everyone present!

In an instant, an overpowering aura from all directions rushed towards Jia Zhuo.

"Enough! Jia Zhuo!" The Matriarch of the Mo family rose from her seat, her face stern as she shouted, "This is none of your business! Shut your mouth right now!"

Jia Zhuo immediately fell silent, beads of cold sweat breaking out on his pale forehead as he stepped back.

It was as if he had become a different person in an instant.

At this moment, Jia Zhuo’s body was enduring a pain unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Aunt Mo!" Zheng Chuyi staggered, rushing to kneel beside the old lady, "Aunt Mo, please save me. Tell them to stop pressuring me. I cannot possibly become a slave to a mortal. Only you can save me now."

The Matriarch of the Mo family coldly glanced at Zheng Chuyi, "To serve as a slave for the future daughter-in-law of my Mo family is not something shameful. Besides, her bloodline ranks several levels above yours; consider it a stroke of fortune for you."

"Aunt Mo, Aunt Mo," Zheng Chuyi tugged at the hem of the elderly lady’s clothes, her voice hoarse, "have you forgotten why I came to the Mo family? It was all for Zhixuan. Think about it, the Night of Extreme Yin is nearly upon us. Without me, how will Zhixuan get through it safely?"

This matter concerned Mo Zhixuan’s safety, and she was certain the Matriarch of the Mo family would relent.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have allowed Zheng Chuyi to stay in the first place.

With the Night of Extreme Yin fast approaching, the Matriarch of the Mo family surely wouldn’t make an error in judgment.

Now that she knew her own future daughter-in-law also belonged to the Bloodline of Fire Bathing, Zheng Chuyi was of no use to the Mo family anymore.

The Matriarch of the Mo family had tolerated Zheng Chuyi for a long time now, "This Blood Covenant was your own doing, and it was you who signed it in black and white. I, an old woman, cannot be bothered with such trivial matters. You’d best fend for yourself."

Grasping the true intent behind the Matriarch’s words, Zheng Chuyi’s face turned as pale as paper, her limbs chilled, her pupils dilating. The Matriarch was truly giving up on her.

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