"What do you want to do with her?" He had always been expressionless, but now his emotions were fluctuating for a woman he had only met once. It was very unusual. Duanmu Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"I just want to be interested in her witchcraft." Seeing his probing eyes, Long Yuan just said lightly.
"When did you become interested in witchcraft?" Duanmu Xiu curled his lips, quite suspicious of his reasons.
"You talk too much." Long Yuan frowned in displeasure.
"Since you don't want to tell the truth, I won't force you, but no matter what your purpose is, I think you will be disappointed. She is not from this world at all. She came from South Vietnam a thousand years ago.
I think she should have returned to her hometown by now." Duanmu Xiu said with a shrug.
"She is a witch from the ancient Nanyue Kingdom." Long Yuan's deep eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of loss. Will he never see her again? If he had known this, he should have kept her that time.
, not letting her leave.
"She is out of reach." Duanmu Xiu said in a deep and profound tone.
"You'd better worry more about your wife." Long Yuan's eyes fell on their wedding photos, and an unpredictable sneer appeared on his lips.
"What's wrong with my wife?" Duanmu Xiu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart when he heard this. Long Yuan has a special ability to predict the future, but this ability cannot predict things related to himself.
Long Yuan slowly spit out three words: "Peach Blossom Tribulation."
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No matter what Xiahou Xiyue said, Tang Jing refused to give up. He vowed to wait for her divorce.
"His uncle, I just got married and you cursed me for divorce. It's true." Xiahou Xiyue grabbed the flower in her hand and tore through the innocent petals with some irritability. She was happily waiting for him to take the initiative to remove it.
After the engagement, I gave Duanmu Xiu a surprise. Now it’s fine. There is no surprise, but there is a shock.
Without getting close to her, he could feel that she was in an unusually irritable mood today. Duanmu Xiu stood far behind her, looking at her with squinted eyes and worry. Ever since he recovered from his injury, he had never felt like this before.
So strong today.
"Damn it..." Xiahou Xiyue held the cup, originally wanting to drink tea. However, just as she held it, the tea cup suddenly banged and shattered in her palm, and the sharp glass fragments immediately penetrated her.
In the palm of her hand, bright red blood immediately flowed down from the wound. Looking at the dazzling blood flowing out of her palm, she was stunned.
"Wife." Duanmu Xiu was shocked. He quickly walked over and took her wrist. When he saw that the delicate palm was scratched by a glass shard, he anxiously pressed the wound with a handkerchief, and then pulled her back.
Go to the house and ask the servant to find the medicine box and help her treat the wound personally.
When he cleaned her wound with alcohol, she frowned tightly, but remained silent. Duanmu Xiu asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
"It's still bearable." If it had been before, she would have yelled at this level of pain, but now she seemed to feel no pain.
Duanmu Xiu carefully bandaged her palms, squatted down in front of her, stretched out his hands to brush the hair from her forehead, looked at her for a while and then asked: "Your mind is very confused, is there anything that is troubling you?"
