Chapter 281: Three Bows to Thank the Master 1
Dream-Making Expert
“What?!”
The Peerless Young Master’s face changed drastically, shocked and furious.
In an instant, his eyes turned red, rage surging to his crown, and he seized the little demon that had rushed in in one go.
“Say that again, you son of a bitch.”
“What happened to Fang Yun?!”
“He, he committed suicide again.”
The little demon was frightened by the Peerless Young Master’s tangible fury, stammering.
“Impossible!”
“Absolutely impossible!”
The Peerless Young Master burned with rage.
“Where did this beast come from, daring to spread such nonsense here?”
“Believe it or not, this Young Master will kill you on the spot!”
“Your Highness, save me.”
The little demon was truly afraid, and hurriedly begged Bai Ling’er for help.
Bai Ling’er saw how agitated and furious the Peerless Young Master was, both happy and sad, and hurriedly said.
“Master, calm your anger.”
“Yun-lang should have committed suicide again.”
“But he cannot die.”
“If Master does not believe me, why not come with me and take a look.”
“Lead the way!”
The Peerless Young Master, eyes red, sword in hand, gestured for Bai Ling’er to lead the way quickly.
Bai Ling’er complied smoothly, leading the Peerless Young Master as they flew toward the Dragon-Locking Pagoda.
Along the way, she explained to the Peerless Young Master the matter of Fang Yun’s suicide.
So it turned out this was not the first time Fang Yun had committed suicide.
After learning that Lin Qi had been summoned by name by the Heaven Demon Macrocosm to sign a ceasefire agreement.
Fang Yun, imprisoned within the Dragon-Locking Pagoda, had already attempted suicide many times.
Unfortunately.
As a钦犯 wanted by the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.
Before being handed over to the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.
He appeared to merely be imprisoned within the Dragon-Locking Pagoda.
But in truth, he had long been in a state where he could neither live nor die.
“Yun-lang, in order not to implicate Master.”
“Has actually already taken his own life many times.”
“But every single time, Yun-lang would be…”
Bai Ling’er did not finish her words, nor did she need to.
Because before they even approached the Dragon-Locking Pagoda, a voice like thunder resounded through the heavens.
“Prince Consort.”
“Do not cause This Venerable any more trouble.”
“Before you are handed over to the Heavenly Immortal Macrocosm.”
“No matter how many times you kill yourself, This Venerable can revive you.”
“This Venerable does not permit you to die, so you cannot die!”
The thunderous voice, arrogant and proud.
Possessing the might to shatter the heavens.
In the sky, a hazy small river rippling with shimmering water light, yet calm as a mirror, manifested and flowed.
In the next instant.
That Candle Dragon Statue, twisted and coiled atop the Dragon-Locking Pagoda like a stone carving, suddenly opened its eyes.
Endless profundity