The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master-Chapter 1104 - : Once, Now, I Still Don’t Want to Leave

Chapter 1104: Once, Now, I Still Don’t Want to Leave

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However, there was a chasm between them. Anyone who took a step forward would end up dying and leaving the other person alone. Yan Ye had always wanted to marry her, and Beiting Huang had always wanted to plant flowers. It was almost imaginable that after 2,000 years, Yan Ye would be completely injured, and Beiting Huang would be mentally and physically exhausted. That was why she chose to let herself be willful for once, even if it meant turning into ashes.

What she had always wanted was to be his wife and plant red spider lilies in the place where they lived. She wanted to see these demonic flowers swaying in the morning breeze.

Beiting Huang lay on the bed. Her blood was already flowing smoothly, but she didn’t want to get up. She moved to the place where Yan Ye had been lying and placed her hand on the pillow he had used. The depression had yet to calm down.

“If I was reincarnated and came here from the 21st century just to marry such a tall, rich, and handsome man, it would actually be quite good!” Beiting Huang sighed and smiled. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

At this moment, it was already late. In the city outside, her teacher would naturally deal with the trouble she had caused. After knowing Beiting Huang’s identity, the Domi Chamber of Commerce not only sent over the bag of medicinal herbs that Beiting Huang wanted to buy, but they also added five Divine Realm medicinal herbs. Of course, Beiting Huang didn’t ask for their medicinal herbs for nothing. She took two bottles of Earth Spirit Pills and two bottles of Heaven Spirit Pills and asked her teacher to pass them to the Domi Chamber of Commerce.

“Sigh, I’d better sleep. I’ll get up early tomorrow and participate in the qualifiers. Only with the qualifications of a Master Alchemist can I participate in the Alchemy Conference!” Beiting Huang decided not to think about the destruction of Huang City or the revenge. She calmed herself down for the time being and waited until she woke up tomorrow.

After slowly sinking into sleep, someone on Beiting Huang’s roof descended again and sat on the roof. His divine sense locked onto the person on the bed and he sat there for the entire night. His black robe stretched out, and the red spider lily woven from golden threads bloomed even more demonically in the night. The light in his purple eyes was even colder than the moonlight.

His spiritual sense was like a hand gently caressing the person on the bed. That was his girl. He still did not want to leave.

The next morning, Beiting Huang woke up from her sleep. The sun had already shone through the window and landed on the table. She rubbed her head, sat up, and leaned against the head of the bed. Mu Qingling was not around. She had been taken away by Qiong Qi and the others yesterday to Yan City in advance.

No one came to wake her up early in the morning to help her. Beiting Huang was still not used to it.

Even Mr. Leng Qianmo was no longer here. He had already rushed to Huang City overnight to help with the reconstruction of Huang City. Fortunately, before he left, he had already instructed the steward to arrange for a beautiful waitress to wait outside. Beiting Huang put on her clothes and called her in. After washing up and eating a sumptuous breakfast, she left.

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In just one night, Danska City had almost been sorted out. The damage caused by Beiting Huang was only a small area, and the Domi Chamber of Commerce and the Shang Chamber of Commerce had both appeared at the same time. The City Lord of Danska City did not pursue the matter and only used money to appease the damaged houses. The injured citizens were given medicinal pills in time for treatment. In addition, there were no deaths, so it was very easy to deal with the situation.

However, soon, the news of Huang City’s destruction came. The people from Danska City could understand why Beiting Huang had lost control so much, and their only complaints about her disappeared.

She had returned to her usual attire and was dressed in a black robe embroidered with a nine-petal red spider lily. Her long purple hair that was tied up with silk swayed behind her as she walked, making her look carefree and unrestrained. On her face, the silver mask that Little Vine had conjured shone brightly against the morning sun. Her pair of black eyes were as calm as water, like an ancient well, but emitting a dangerous aura.