Chapter 402: Chapter 264: What Is Mine Is Yours
From Great Zhou to Xianju, it takes at least more than two months. One has to traverse Tang Yuan, and even upon reaching Xianju, Yun Sheng may still not be able to find the Life Water.
"So, to save soone, it is almost impossible," pondered Yun Sheng.
"It’s very difficult. And from a ti perspective, it’s already too late, it would be better to directly persuade Old General Yun to give up this competition," Xia Wenxu expressed, heart aching at the look of despair on Yun Sheng’s face.
If it’s a deadly ordeal, it won’t be that easy to resolve.
This ti, Yun Bahe is, again, in a situation of extre danger.
"He won’t give up, he can’t give up. If he loses this ti, Yun Residence will fall," Yun Sheng checked the hour, it was already the third watch.
"Xia Siming, I will still hand over the thod for concocting Moon God’s Praise," Yun Sheng quickly decided.
After listening to Yun Sheng, Xia Wenxu nodded.
Yun Sheng also promptly wrote down the thod for concocting the high-quality magic dicine Moon God’s Praise for Xia Wenxu.
Xia Wenxu, upon seeing the prescription, could not help but show a look of surprise.
Indeed it was Yun Sheng, every ti, she managed to surprise people.
Just before dawn, the sleepless Yun Sheng returned to the dicine Hall.
To her surprise, in the dicine Hall, Ye Beiming was waiting for her.
He seed to have been waiting all night. In front of him, there was a chessboard.
On the chessboard, black and white pieces were laid out. There must have been a fierce battle earlier, with black and white each occupying one side, equally matched, and at the mont, they were at a stalemate.
"Why have you co?" Yun Sheng asked in surprise, given that these days, when a foreign Crown Prince visited, Ye Beiming as a Prince should be at the Imperial Palace to receive him.
Ye Beiming did not speak, and the atmosphere turned sowhat cold.
Ye Beiming was very displeased, a rare low pressure brewing beside him.
To be precise, Ye Beiming had been waiting in the dicine Hall for Yun Sheng since yesterday evening.
He knew that today had a competition, and he understood that although Yun Sheng didn’t speak of it, she was really concerned about Old General Yun in her heart.
But Yun Sheng was not a mber of Yun Residence, nor held any official position, she had no ans to enter the Imperial Palace.
So Ye Beiming thought of a way, under the guise of a maid, he asked for a spot for Yun Sheng, letting her accompany him to the Imperial Palace to watch the battle in a few days.
He heard Yun Sheng was at the dical clinic and went there purposely, only to find he had missed her.
Yun Sheng had gone to the Magic Temple.
Ever since Old General’s birthday, Ye Beiming faintly felt Yun Sheng had sothing on her mind, yet she chose not to speak, just running back and forth between the dical clinic and the dicine Hall.
That would have been fine.
But why did she go to the Magic Temple in the middle of the night?
What happened to that damned Little Wildcat, why didn’t she co to find him, but instead went to Xia Wenxu?
A charlatan who they hardly t a few tis, who is all day pretentious and amiable, what’s so good about eting him?
"Ye Huli, if you want to play chess, go back to your own underground," Yun Sheng said, looking at his constipated face, and upon thinking about it, she really couldn’t rember offending him recently.
She was currently annoyed and had no ti to guess what was on his mind.
"What are you looking for Xia Wenxu for?" Ye Beiming gruffly squeezed out a sentence.
"How did you know I went to see him? I went to ask him so dical questions, which you don’t understand," Yun Sheng snorted and saw that Ye Beiming’s face darkened even more.
He felt rejected, Little Wildcat actually dared to reject him.
Thinking of her and Xia Wenxu discussing dical matters intimately, Ye Beiming felt a sourness in his heart.
Ye Beiming suddenly grabbed Yun Sheng’s hand, yanked her toward him, and held her in his embrace.
Yun Sheng was startled and clueless about what got into Ye Beiming all of a sudden.
Gray eyes turning dark, Ye Beiming gazed at Yun Sheng intensely.
His handso face was just inches away from Yun Sheng’s, their proximity close enough to feel each other’s breath on their faces.
"This prince forbids you from having any further dealings with Xia Wenxu. It seems I’m not competent enough as your servant. From now on, I really should stay with you for all twenty-four hours," Ye Beiming spoke in a domineering tone, causing Yun Sheng’s ears to heat up and her heart to race. She pushed hard against Ye Beiming, only to find him as solid as a wall, completely immovable.
"Ye Beiming, tell , was it you who sabotaged things with the Purple Gold Vein?" Yun Sheng glared at him fiercely.
The more she thought about it, she felt Ye Beiming’s sudden appearance during the last Purple Gold Vein incident was oddly tid.
Given his cunning nature, if soone would snatch Tang Yuan’s Li Shao’s opportunity, the first suspect would definitely be Beiming.
Ye Beiming just gave a mischievous smile and didn’t respond.
He lowered his head, pressing his forehead against Yun Sheng’s neck and switched her to a more comfortable position in his arms. He too had a sleepless night, but slling the pleasant fragrance of dicinal herbs on her relieved his depressed mood considerably.
"It really was you! Have you no sha? Stirring up trouble and expecting Yun Residence to cover for you? That Tian Quezi should really be challenging you to a duel," Yun Sheng said irritably, thinking about the hardships she endured and almost being devoured by Suan Ni, only to extract a quarter of the Purple Gold Vein, while Ye Beiming, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, took half of the vein herself, leaving her extrely unbalanced.
"What’s the use of fretting so much? What’s mine is yours," Ye Beiming whispered against Yun Sheng’s neck; her skin slled different from the typical fragrance of powder used by other won.
God knows, he absolutely adored this feeling of holding Little Wildcat in his arms.
Perhaps due to their habit of dual magical cultivation, Yun Sheng’s resistance to Ye Beiming’s affectionate gestures had lessened.
Upon hearing him at first, Yun Sheng didn’t quite understand. After so reflection, however, she found his words ambiguous, and it seed like he was...
"Are you a dog? Stop scratching my neck. Since yours is mine, hand over that half of the Purple Gold Vein. You’re a prince with idle functions and don’t even need money. Unlike , with Hunting Corps and the dicine Hall draining ," Yun Sheng felt itchy on her neck and irritably pushed Ye Beiming’s face away.
However, Ye Beiming had anticipated her reaction and smoothly dodged her hand, pressing her wrist under his arm and continuing to hold her tightly.
A mage’s skill is indeed useless in front of a martial artist. Yun Sheng lanted, really wishing she could cast Frozen Magic on Ye Beiming to freeze him inept in hands and feet.
Unfortunately, she dared not. To be honest, since she knew Ye Beiming, Yun Sheng had never truly seen through his cultivation level.
Whether it’s martial artist cultivation or mage cultivation, Ye Beiming never revealed his true skill level.
Yun Sheng only knew that his strength was very high, especially since just by observing Magic Soul, Ye Beiming’s Magic Soul was more than twice the size of hers.
"Wait a bit longer, this prince will give it to you. Rest assured, this ti, General Yun will be fine," Ye Beiming said, noticing Yun Sheng’s grumpy expression, his gray eyes softened.
**Thank you for your silent reward.**
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