"Is this all?"
Lin Zhiyun stared at Yifan, her voice was not loud, but her voice was majestic.
"Yes, all 3,114 city lords' wives are here."
Yifan drooped his head and replied weakly.
Facing this beautiful woman with strange tricks, he had completely given up the idea of resisting.
Lin Zhiyun nodded slightly, with sympathy and surprise in her eyes as she scanned the women in front of her.
It was shocking to hear that Yun Zhonghe had more than 3,000 wives, but in the end it didn't make sense.
Now that more than three thousand women had gathered in front of her, the spacious hall suddenly seemed very crowded, and she finally realized how exaggerated the actions of the Lord of the Immortal City were.
"How can a man take care of so many wives even if he doesn't get out of bed every day?" Zhong Wen shouted at the side, "No wonder he, a spiritual master cultivator, is exhausted!"
Lin Zhiyun blushed and couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, and then said sternly to the women: "You are all innocent people who were kidnapped by Yun Zhonghe. Such evil deeds are not justified by nature."
It’s hard to tolerate, now that I, Lin Zhiyun, have bumped into me, there is absolutely no reason to just sit back and do nothing.”
A group of women with different appearances and ages looked at each other with surprise on their faces, but no one dared to answer.
"From today on," Lin Zhiyun continued, "you are free."
There was an instant buzz in the crowd, and more than three thousand women were talking. They all speculated on who this extremely beautiful woman was and why she dared to say such bold words.
"Miss Lin."
After a long time, finally a woman in yellow, about thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a delicate appearance and a plump body, asked, "I wonder where the Lord of the City is now?"
"He went on a long trip and hasn't come back yet." Lin Zhiyun said softly, "What do you call me, sister?"
"Zhao Shuangyan from the slave family." The woman in yellow looked worried, "Miss Lin doesn't know that City Lord Yun is very powerful and has profound cultivation. He is one of the few masters in the South China Sea Alliance. If we leave now and wait until he comes back, the consequences will be even worse.
miserable."
"Zhao, what do you mean?"
As soon as she finished speaking, a middle-aged woman in her early forties wearing a beige printed coat suddenly shouted in a high voice, "Do you want to betray your husband? Eat everything inside and outside!"
Zhong Wen looked at the speaker and saw that this girl had a narrow face, a thin nose, perhaps due to her age, and her skin was no longer firm. In any case, she could not be associated with the word "beautiful".
This old woman is really not afraid of meat and fish, and will not choose what to eat when she is hungry!
And if this woman is so protective of him, could it be that she belongs to the favored group among the three thousand people?
In Zhong Wen's mind, Yun Zhonghe's image suddenly plummeted, from an ordinary old lady to a tasteless old lady.
"Wei Qiuju, I am different from you." Zhao Shuangyan retorted decisively, "You entered the City Lord's Mansion voluntarily. To you, he is your husband, but what about us?"
"What, could it be that the city lord treats you badly?" Wei Qiuju sneered, "Did he not give you food or shelter, or did he beat or scold you or abuse you?"
There seemed to be a hint of envy and jealousy in her words.
"How many of us women actually voluntarily married him?" Zhao Shuangyan shook her head, "Although he didn't beat me or scold me, this is not the life I want."
"Zhao, why are you so obedient when you get an advantage?" Another woman about forty years old with mediocre appearance also joined the argument with a sharp voice, "Who knows that Mr. Daofu loves you the most? You are such an unfamiliar person.
The white-eyed wolf!"
"Old woman, please keep your mouth clean!" Another smart girl who was only seventeen or eighteen years old scolded, "I am not pampered, and I still want to be jealous of Sister Yan. How can I be any more ugly?"
"Xiao Lang Hoozi, do you have the guts to say it again?"
"I'm afraid that if you don't succeed, you'll be a dead old woman!"
As these people took the lead in starting the argument, more and more women divided into two groups and joined in the dispute. The hall suddenly became noisy and lively.
While watching with cold eyes, Zhong Wen soon discovered that the women who supported the city lord's side were generally older and relatively mediocre in appearance, and most of them voluntarily entered the city lord's palace and married him as his wife.
On the other hand, the women who supported Zhao Shuangyan were much younger, many of them were girls under sixteen, and their appearance was even better.
These women who were forced to enter the city lord's palace and had a deep hatred for Yun Zhonghe seemed to be vaguely headed by Zhao Shuangyan, and many of them had become somewhat more active under Lin Zhiyun's instigation.
"The city lord is back!"
Just as more than 3,000 women were noisy, the guard's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Upon hearing this voice, the faces of both parties in the dispute changed at the same time.
The young women on Zhao Shuangyan's side suddenly turned pale and panicked, while all of the young women on Wei Qiuju's side looked happy, with their eyes almost raised to the top of their heads, assuming the posture of a winner.
Obviously, whether it is love or hate, in the hearts of all women, Yun Zhonghe, the Lord of the Immortal City, is an unrivaled and powerful existence that cannot be disobeyed.
Lin Zhiyun turned to look at the palace door, a sharp look flashed in Jianshui's eyes.
Several figures filed in from the door. The first one had straight features, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and two small beards on his lips. He was a rather charming middle-aged man.
However, his pale and somewhat gloomy complexion, as well as his slightly stooped back, greatly compromised his originally excellent appearance.
This person is exactly what Zhong Wen calls the "man with kidney deficiency", Yun Zhonghe, the Lord of the Immortal City who has just attended the Heroes Conference.
Behind him, four strong men wearing the same golden armor as Yifan each held a sword, standing on both sides, their bright eyes constantly looking around, their faces full of warning.
These four people are undoubtedly the other four heavenly wheel masters in the city's main guard.
"Husband! You have to make the decision for me!"
The first time she saw Yun Zhonghe, Wei Qiuju threw herself in front of him crying and crying, crying bitterly with tears and runny nose, "Zhao Shuangyan wants to betray her husband and incite other sisters to defect to the city lord's palace.
I just scolded her a few words, but I didn’t expect that she would use vicious words to insult me. This kind of heartless bitch, my husband must not let her off lightly!"
Looking at Wei Qiuju rushing toward him, Yun Zhonghe frowned, a hint of boredom flashed across his face, and asked coldly: "What's going on?"
"Zhao Shuangyan and the others have been dissatisfied with their husbands for a long time. Now they have been instigated by the traitor and plan to escape from the house while you are not around." Wei Qiuju immediately perked up when she saw him asking questions and added more jealously, "Just now this bitch said a lot about you.
Bad words..."
"Yan'er, is this really happening?"
Before she could finish speaking, Yun Zhonghe interrupted ruthlessly, turned to look at Zhao Shuangyan and said, "Are you really going to betray me?"
He was clearly questioning Zhao Shuangyan, but his attitude was much softer than when he faced Wei Qiuju. If someone who didn't know about it saw it, they might not be able to figure out which one was complaining and which one was being interrogated.
"Yes, I've had enough!"
To his surprise, Zhao Shuangyan nodded and said bluntly, "I can't survive a day in this caged life!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was instantly in an uproar.
Yun Zhonghe's face suddenly darkened.
Of course he doesn't know that among the more than 3,000 wives, at least half of them are dissatisfied with him. The reason why they stay in the city lord's mansion is because they are frightened by his lustful power and cannot resist.
Therefore, knowing that Zhao Shuangyan might really have different intentions, as long as she shook her head and denied it, Yun Zhonghe did not intend to continue to pursue it, but would just keep it vague.
After all, among the more than 3,000 wives of the city lord, Zhao Shuangyan is one of the most beautiful, and there is no comparison with Wei Qiuju.
In Yun Zhonghe's opinion, choosing to punish Zhao Shuangyan in order to calm Wei Qiuju's emotions was an unimaginably stupid move.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Shuangyan, who had always known forbearance, went against his normal behavior and defied himself in front of more than 3,000 women. In this way, even if he wanted to protect her, he could not do it, otherwise his majesty as the city lord would be greatly damaged.
"Really?" He gritted his teeth, his voice extremely cold, "Besides you, who else wants to leave?"
"I'm the only one, the others are just instigated by me." Zhao Shuangyan shook her head and said, "If you want punishment, just come at me, there is no need to harm innocent people."
"Yan'er, have I ever made you suffer at all in these days?"
Yun Zhonghe struggled for a long time, and finally sighed and said slowly, "You really disappoint me."
"Have you ever been wronged?" Zhao Shuangyan seemed to have given up. She had no scruples when speaking, and sneered, "You ignored my wishes and forcibly brought me here. Isn't it considered wronged?"
Yun Zhonghe's expression froze, a look of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he ordered the golden-armored guard behind him: "Take her down, be gentle, don't let her suffer too much."
"Yes!" A golden-armored general bowed slightly towards him, then took long strides towards Zhao Shuangyan.
Vixen, you also have today!
Seeing that her old enemy was about to die, Wei Qiuju raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and a trace of ecstasy flashed in her eyes.
"City Lord Yun is so majestic!"
At this moment, a melodious female voice suddenly appeared in the main hall.
Yun Zhonghe felt his heart tremble and quickly looked back.
What a beautiful woman!
Seeing the face of the speaker clearly, his heart was beating fast, and such a thought instinctively flashed through his mind.
Wait, this girl seems... familiar?
This was his second thought.
The appearance of this peerless beauty in front of her gradually overlapped with that of the Master of Piaohua Palace who stood side by side with several saints during the Heroes' Conference.
is her!
Recognizing Lin Zhiyun's identity, Yun Zhonghe turned pale and almost fell to the ground in shock.
This chapter has been completed!