The Journey of the Empress of Quick Travel

Chapter 18 The Immortal Lord is now a useless person!

Feng Ling had stood up, and now she was no longer afraid of him. There are so many strategies, and there is no need to use the same gentle and considerate strategy for every scumbag.

"Do you still think that you are that high and mighty immortal king?"

"Now your Dantian is gone, your body is half disabled, and you can't even stand. Your legs and feet are not even as flexible as mine, a seemingly weak woman. I saved your life willingly, but you still dare to stare at me with that look, no Are you grateful to me?"

Feng Ling wanted to stimulate his wounds, call him Immortal Lord, and remind him of the sharp contrast between his glorious life and his current miserable situation.

Sure enough, Mo Feiming's face became extremely ugly.

I heard that "the Dantian was destroyed and the body was half disabled",
  "Shut up!"

"……I'm not……"

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then the whole person lay there motionless and silent like a dying fish. It seemed that he was overstimulated and he fainted again.

Feng Ling helplessly kicked his legs with her toes. This man was so fragile that he couldn't stand it after just a few words!
  On the other side, Nanchang Yue brought Feng Qianqian back to the Magic City safely.

He finally realized his wish, but for some reason, he felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart, and his whole mood became a little depressed.

Feng Qianqian was not harmed and was arranged to live in a dormitory. There is a barrier outside the palace to prevent her from escaping, and there are maids at her disposal at any time.

However, what she was most concerned about was the safety of Senior Brother Mo. She angrily asked Nanchang Yue,

"What did you do to Senior Brother Mo in the end?"

Normally, she would call him "Ayue" affectionately, but now she called him by his first name, which showed that she was already angry.

Maybe because Nanchang Yue was in a bad mood, he didn't notice the change in her attitude. He heard Feng Qianqian mention Mo Feiming again, and his face became even more gloomy.

"Senior Brother Mo? Do you only have Mo Feiming in your heart? Didn't you see that I was also injured?"

He said with some dissatisfaction.

Nanchang Yue's words were like a cold sword, piercing Feng Qianqian's heart. She looked at him in shock, as if she was meeting this man for the first time.

He was once her Ayue, the innocent boy who obeyed her every word. But now, he stood there, his eyes as cold as ice, and his tone full of hatred.

"How could you talk to me like this?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Nanchang Yue's lips curled into a sneer,
  "Why can't I? Have you considered my feelings? In your and Mo Feiming's plan, I was fooled like a clown. On the days I looked forward to most, what I got was betrayal and humiliation."

Her wedding to Senior Brother Mo was a fake. They just pretended to get married in order to get rid of his entanglement.

Thinking this, Feng Qian took a deep breath and calmed down a little.

She knew that she couldn't be angry at this time and needed to have a good talk with him.

"Ah Yue, please calm down. This is a matter between us and has nothing to do with Senior Brother Mo. Tell me, what did you do to him?"

Nanchang Yue sneered,
  "You want to know how Mo Feiming is doing, right? Well, I'll tell you, I shattered his Dantian and crippled his cultivation."

He raised his head and looked into her eyes with an understatement.

"But I didn't kill her, and I mercifully gave him an...exactly the same bride. I gave it back to him exactly as he did the substitute marriage drama."

Thinking of Feng Ling, Nanchang Yue's voice paused slightly.

But every time I think about Feng Ling, an indescribable feeling of depression emerges in my heart.

It's just that he has always cared about Feng Qianqian, and Feng Ling is just a similar-looking substitute, but why is his heart so heavy at this moment?
  Hearing Nanchang Yue's answer, Feng Qianqian took a few steps back in shock.
  "Ah Yue, how could you treat Senior Brother Mo like this? Do you understand what it means to abolish his cultivation? Dantian is as important as life to a monk. What you did is worse than killing him. Be cruel! Even if you resent him, you should not humiliate him like this."

Nanchang looked at her more and more, feeling puzzled. She cared more about the unknown than she should have.

And he seems to have changed a lot since falling into the devil's path.

Nanchang Yue's eyes were no longer submissive, and his attitude became tougher. This change made Nanchang Yue feel uneasy.

"Qianqian, you care so much about Brother Mo, but you ignore that fake sister. Why is that?" Nanchang Yue asked coldly.

younger sister? Feng Qianqian's thoughts were suddenly pulled back to the past.

At first, in order to solve the problem of escaping from marriage, the family decided to let Feng Ling marry in her place.

This became an eternal pain in her heart, and it was also the reason why she felt guilty towards Feng Ling.

Since she awakened her spiritual roots at the age of twelve, she was sent to the sect. Her contact with her family has gradually weakened, and her interactions with Feng Ling have become even less frequent.

She had met that sister several times, but they had different ideas and had little communication with her.

Feng Ling grew up in a clan and has a gentle and weak personality. She is a typical mainland woman.

She had repeatedly advised her to bravely step out of the house and live for herself, but Feng Ling was too timid and never dared to take that step.

Although they look similar, their personalities are completely different.

Hearing Nanchang mention Feng Ling more and more, Feng Qianqian's face changed and she asked subconsciously,
  "What did you do to Feng Ling?"

Nanchang Yue's heart trembled, and his tone was as cold as possible,

"I didn't do anything to her, I just gave that...fake to that trash."

"Ah Yue, have you really lost your mind? It's not enough for you to destroy Senior Brother Mo, and now you want to humiliate him like this. Don't you know that Senior Brother Mo has no feelings for Feng Ling?"

"My marriage to Senior Brother Mo was a scam from beginning to end. It was just a cover he set up to help me get rid of you. Don't you still understand?"

Feng Qianqian finally couldn't hold back anymore and poured out the truth. At this moment, she deeply regretted why she had taken the initiative to provoke this paranoid guy. He was simply a lunatic.

Nanchang Yue didn't care about this. Only she would believe that Mo Feiming was innocent and had no wrong thoughts towards her.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see his true intentions.

At this moment, he felt a little bored and turned away,
  "I don't care what's true or false between you, I only know that you were supposed to be my wife."

After saying that, he left without hesitation, not even giving Feng Qianqian time to react.

On the other side, Mo Feiming had woken up from his coma.

He was forced to drink medicine by Feng Ling and covered his chest. The wound opened and blood seeped out and dripped down his fingers.

"leave me alone…"

Mo Feiming suddenly pushed away the porcelain bowl that was handed to him, with such force that the porcelain bowl shattered instantly, and the brown concoction spilled all over the floor.

Feng Ling's face was expressionless, but her words were thorny.

"What are you doing? We don't have any extra medicine for a willful person like you."

"Don't think that you are a big shot, and don't think that there are still people who will tolerate your bad temper. This medicine was given to you by the doctor in the village because he saw that you were a cripple. Who do you think you are?"

Every word was like a knife, piercing deeply into Mo Feiming's heart.

"...go away...go away!"

His hoarse voice was filled with pain and anger.

Feng Ling was slightly startled,
  "Leave? Why should I leave? Shouldn't it be you who should leave?"

She looked him up and down, with a mocking smile on her lips.

"I'm sorry, I forgot. You are disabled now. It's hard to even move, let alone leave."

Every word "disabled" was like a knife piercing his heart.

Mo Feiming's face turned pale, and he clutched the quilt with both hands, trying his best to hold back his anger.

(End of this chapter)