Chapter 104.2 Each And Everyone’s Ulterior Motives
Jiang Yanji couldn’t recover for a while. When she heard Sang Yuanyuan scold her, she immediately scolded back: “Bitch, don’t throw the dirty water[1] on me. Are you trying to slander me having a disgusting relationship with the Old King You? You Wuming, me and Old King You have absolutely nothing to do with each other! If you don’t believe it, you can have a blood test with me! If you have nothing to do with me, I want you to compensate me. Don’t worry, I will make you taste the most wonderful taste in the world.”
You Wuming pressed his forehead and breathed even harder: “Little Mulberry, forget it. There’s no need to find my mother back anymore. I want her to die. I want her, to suffer all kinds of torture, can’t survive or die. I want her, to taste a thousand kinds of torture in the world. I……”
His hands were shaking heavily, his fingers twitched, and his emotions were almost completely out of control.
Sang Yuanyuan has not seen You Wuming show such a terrifying expression for a long, long time already. His eyes were red, his face was as green as a ghost and his lips were as white as paper. His forehead was densely covered with blue veins, and his five fingers twitched and spasmed.
She took a deep breath and looked fiercely at Jiang Yanji, whose eyebrows were so frivolous. Although Jiang Yanji didn’t know that You Wuming was the biological child of that body of hers, what she did and the harm she caused to him at this moment were truly irreversible.
Sang Yuanyuan said angrily: “Do you know who You Wuming is? You took Jiang Yanji’s body and killed her beloved husband and children! Now, the spirit of vengeance that crawled out of hell is right in front of your eyes, and you still dare to speak foul language! It’s really not too much for you to die ten thousand times!”
You Wuming hooked Sang Yuanyuan’s neck with such a force that it suffocated her. He could not speak, and his breath became heavier one after another. It resounded so heavily in her ears like the sound of a beast trapped in a trap and injured.
Sang Yuanyuan angrily denounced Jiang Yanji: “In your sleep, haven’t you ever seen the eyes of the father and son?! How can there be such a shameless and despicable person in the world like you!”
The anger in her heart made Sang Yuanyuan’s eyes turn red, and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes unconsciously. It was hard for her to imagine how painful You Wuming is at this moment.
Still, they can’t do anything to Jiang Yanji!
Jiang Yanji’s brows furrowed more and more tightly.
“Wha, what…” She looked at You Wuming in disbelief, “You are that Ming kid? How is it possible, how is it possible… No, you can’t blame me. If you want to blame, just blame yourself! I have long since lost the whereabouts of the two of you, father and son, and I have given up searching already. Who told you, who told you to carve so many wooden people that looked exactly like me and throw them into the river? You are the one who exposed your whereabouts yourself. It’s you who killed your father and harmed yourself. You should not blame me! “
As soon as she heard this, Sang Yuanyuan only felt that the world was spinning. Worry and distress surged out in her heart, and she anxiously looked towards You Wuming.
Then she saw a black flame burning in You Wuming’s eyes, and the tears of blood with flames turned black and slowly flowed down the corners of his eyes.
There were flames on the trembling five fingers and it just stopped a millimetre away from Jiang Yanji’s neck.
He was already a little confused, and there was burst after burst of severe pain, like his mind was being cut. He didn’t want to care about the real Jiang Yanji anymore. Now, he only wants to let this person in front of him feel the taste of purgatory! The sunshine and warmth that he had gotten these days evaporated like dewdrops. Once again, he sunk into the dark quagmire and turned into a whole piece of moldy moss again.
He wants revenge, he just wants revenge…
Sang Yuanyuan rushed forward, half hugging and half embracing, holding You Wuming and pushed him to the side.
“You Wuming, calm down!”
His eyes trembled violently in their sockets and he slowly lowered his eyes to look at her. Everything that dares to stop in front of him will be torn apart by him without hesitation!
… But this is his Little Mulberry…
His trembling fingers gripped her slender wrist.
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[1] throw the dirty water on (someone): slander.