CHAPTER 572: CHAPTER 251 CANDID QINGYUE, NANZHI AND AUNT RUO WHO ALSO WANTS TO MEASURE_2

Zhu Nanzhi smiled faintly and slowly uttered two words: "Liar."

Back in the Nanzhuo Domain, even until the very end, she never verbally expressed her desire to turn her husband into a Sword Spirit.

She didn’t even mention the words ’Body-locking Curse’.

So what could Qingyue really extract from her husband’s words?

Huh, don’t think you can fool me!

Zhu Nanzhi placed the brush on the brush holder, her tone gradually turning reproachful amidst the lightness: "What could I possibly do to my husband? It’s more like my husband has done a lot to me. You’re really too much, wanting to train the one you love into a dog—is this how you treat the one you love?!"

Mu Qingyue’s cold and beautiful face showed no change. Before coming, she had already prepared all the countermeasures.

Of course, she wasn’t clear about what happened between Junior Brother and Nanzhi in the Nanzhuo Domain, but as long as Nanzhi had indeed done or intended to do something to Junior Brother, she could fabricate it.

"Why deceive yourself?" Mu Qingyue smiled: "Have you already forgotten what his rule is?"

"Of course, my husband’s rule is one in a million...," Zhu Nanzhi said proudly, then her expression grew slightly stiff.

Zhu Nanzhi suddenly recalled the excuses her husband made when he wanted to turn her into a Sword Spirit, which were no different from what she had prepared.

So her husband didn’t really want to turn her into a Sword Spirit; he sensed something using the Time Rule and preemptively forced her to detoxify!

Is it... is it like that?

Zhu Nanzhi’s breathing involuntarily quickened, her elegant face flushed with an unusual blush.

Husband, he’s too impressive!

So proficient in the Time Skill at such a young age, amazing!

No wonder he suddenly became affectionate; it was to lower her guard. No wonder he actively wanted to be intimate with her—it was to poison...

Ah~~~ This is fantastic!

"Hehehe~"

Mu Qingyue watched Zhu Nanzhi, whose cheeks were red, making strange laughter from her throat, and her red pupils seemed to shine a bit more.

’This woman... is indeed the same type as me.’

Mu Qingyue lightly pressed her cherry lips together, but judging from the interactions between Junior Brother and Nanzhi, if Nanzhi also harbored the desire to train her husband into a dog, then it indeed was this idea, without ultimately wanting to be ’trained’ in return.

With this thought, she spoke lightly: "Still want to hide?"

Zhu Nanzhi snapped back to reality, instinctively placing the back of her hand by her mouth, then quickly sat up straight, looking sternly at Mu Qingyue, saying nothing, as if trying to calm down her brain.

Mu Qingyue placed her hand on the table: "You and I are, in fact, the same kind of people."

Zhu Nanzhi’s heaving chest gradually calmed. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Mu Qingyue say with a bit of self-mockery and teasing: "We both lost, didn’t we?"

Zhu Nanzhi pressed her lips together and, after a long silence, said quietly: "Yes."

She was not even as good as Mu Qingyue.

At least Mu Qingyue lost after taking action, but her?

Without even starting, she was already handled by her husband.

’Finally honest.’

Mu Qingyue felt a wave of relief, then stood up, began to pick up the teapot on the table, and started brewing tea: "I wanted to train Junior Brother like a dog, how about you?"

"Don’t you already know?"

"I said it myself; I wanted to hear you say it too."

"Sword Spirit."

Clang...

The teacup slipped from Mu Qingyue’s fingers, and the tea instantly soaked a lot of paper balls on the table. Zhu Nanzhi quickly picked up the paper she was halfway through writing praises of her husband, glaring at Mu Qingyue: "What are you doing, can’t even hold a cup?"

Mu Qingyue stared blankly at Zhu Nanzhi, somewhat unsure, asking again: "What did you just say?"

Zhu Nanzhi lightly frowned: "You... tricked me?"

Mu Qingyue took a deep breath, her left hand brushing over the table, cleaning up the spilled tea.

After pouring tea again, she sat back down, staring unblinkingly at Zhu Nanzhi, realizing that this Holy Daughter of the Qingmiao Palace intended to turn Junior Brother into a Lifebound Sword Spirit...

More terrifying than she had imagined.

But indeed the same kind of people.

Mu Qingyue’s mouth curved into a smile: "It doesn’t matter if it was a trick; what matters is you are indeed like me."

Zhu Nanzhi rolled her eyes at her and simply said: "Yes, I just wanted to use this letter to kick you away by going with the flow."

"So mean." Mu Qingyue held the teacup, the tea inside no longer steaming: "We even became sisters before."

"What does that matter?" Zhu Nanzhi snorted: "I want to have my husband all to myself, don’t you?"

"I don’t."

"..." Zhu Nanzhi glared at her: "You think I’d believe your nonsense?"

Mu Qingyue spoke slowly: "Can you satisfy him alone?"

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyelid twitched, stubbornly saying: "It’s not necessary..."

"If you can’t even satisfy the one you like, what right do you have to say you like them?"

"..."

Zhu Nanzhi remained silent, feeling this phrase was somewhat familiar... she seemed to have said it in the Nanzhuo Domain.

Mu Qingyue chuckled lightly: "Now you and I are the same, both failed, and will never succeed again."

Zhu Nanzhi stared at Mu Qingyue, knowing in her heart what she said was true. Nowadays, her husband was becoming more adept in the Time Skill, how could she act?

Moreover, her desire to turn her husband into a Sword Spirit had indeed faded a lot...

Putting aside the reasons for her reduced desire, her husband’s identity and status made the idea unfeasible.

Even if successful, let alone Sect Master Zheng, Master would come to her husband’s rescue.

Unless she was very strong, extremely strong.

Zhu Nanzhi’s eyelids drooped slightly, letting out a light laugh: "I like my husband looking imposing, and that’s the only thought I have.