Chapter 5569: Ruthless Refusal 2
"Oh my, Emperor Cangzhou's pitiful little expression, why does it look so incredibly funny?"
Mo Lian quickly nodded upon hearing this. "Right, right, I've copied more than Duan Yue, now I can recite them backward, Qiao Qiao. Just let Feng Changqing, Feng Changfei, Little Taisui, Duanmu Qing, and those who have never copied before do it."
Princess Wushuang laughed even harder. What the hell is reciting backward? Doesn't big brother feel ridiculous saying that?
Little Taisui glared furiously at Mo Lian, his small face flushed crimson.
He, the dignified elder Little Taisui, was actually being forced by this stoic little girl to copy some damn quotations?
If word got out, it would surely be a laughingstock and make people split their sides!
Feng Changqing and Feng Changfei, the two brothers, were also glaring at Mo Lian at this moment.
Duan Yue and Divine Master Taohua, the two troubled brothers, however, nodded repeatedly, indicating strong support for Mo Lian.
Alas, Qiao Qiao was merciless. With a single word, "No," she rejected Mo Lian's suggestion, turning her back to them.
"Let's hang the plaque tomorrow. It's getting late today. You all go back and get ready, then scram." Let Qiao Qiao alone sit at the center of the formation to deal with those two disgusting individuals.
Since it's something eye-sore, then... let Qiao Qiao be the only one with eye-sore!
Everyone, feeling aggrieved, each took a small booklet and went back to copy. Before leaving, they all cast a resentful "you'll understand" glance at Mo Lian.
Mo Lian was truly aggrieved!
His wife was really stirring things up.
Such a joyful scene tonight, not only was he not allowed to participate, but he was actually told to stay put in the Star Domain and copy quotations!
Heartless Qiao Qiao.
Returning to the bamboo house, Stoic Qiao, after sending off the obediently departing group, began setting up the formation.
An external time-delay formation was set up.
An internal Nine-Palace elaborate death formation was set up.
Qiao Mu finished everything, clapped her hands, and sat upright in the bamboo house's main hall, waiting for those two idiots to arrive.
But unexpectedly, the people who came were not just Aunt Zhao and Aunt Mei.
Aunt Mei was surprised yet not entirely so, looking at the familiar cultivators who had arrived, she smiled and nodded, cupping her hands. "Since your goals are similar to ours, why don't we go in together?"
An old man with prominent cheekbones squinted his cold eyes and said, "Oh? Then how should the resources obtained be distributed?"
Aunt Zhao leaned on her cane, proudly raised her chin, and coldly glanced at the speaking old man. "Chen Zhongming, don't put on airs in front of this old woman. When this old woman ascended to the Saint Domain, you were probably still somewhere picking up potatoes to eat."
The old man's gaze grew cold, provoked by her dismissive tone.
However, this old woman's cultivation was almost at the Divine Venerable Realm, and even if they teamed up, they were indeed no match for her.
But having come all this way, how could they be willing to leave without getting a share?
"The inner worlds of these people inside are definitely valuable."
"How about this, all those handsome young men will belong to you, Grandma. We only need two-tenths of the resources, what do you think?"
This Chen Zhongming seemed to be a perceptive person and was well aware of Aunt Zhao's preferences.
Aunt Zhao heard this, but her brows didn't even twitch. She sneered steadily, like a mountain. "I can get half of it by myself, why should I bring you all along?"
Chen Zhongming's anger accumulated. "Aunt Zhao, if this matter escalates, no one will come out of it with dignity, right?"
After all, Lord Dongfang had explicitly forbidden private looting of resources.
The old woman sneered, seemingly considering the Lord, and nodded. "Alright then, but during the operation, don't you dare drag me down."