The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife (711-)

Chapter 725: Real and Fake Nalan Ziyun

This kid was really troublesome! Xi'er actually yelled at him because of the kid!

However, on the surface, he didn't show anything, only a gentle expression, "Xi'er, this is not the place to reminisce. Let's leave here as soon as possible. This kid...cough, your brother has been locked up by Nalan Zhengze for so long. If he discovers him gone, it may not be good."

He Xi immediately snapped out of it and looked at Nangong Yu's eyes, feeling guilty, "Sorry, I lost my mind for a moment. You're right. We have to find a way to stop Nalan Zhengze from discovering  Xiaochi missing."

Nangong Yu placed the teenager down and pulled He Xi into his arms and said softly, "Silly girl, how can I blame you! No matter what you want to do, I will always support you. You are the only one Nangong Yu identifies as his wife."

With that, his cold eyes glanced at the ignorant and scared boy and warned him with his eyes: acknowledge this, stinky boy, your sister is mine, so give us some space. 

He Xi's face was red, and her heart was touched with sweetness.

If it weren't for Nangong Yu, she didn't know if she would have been able to find her brother and rescue him safely.

That damn Nalan Zhengze actually used her brother's flesh and blood to become a genius doctor.

And he raised her younger brother like a beast, forcing him to live like a big or a dog!

She initially didn't have much hatred towards the Nalan Family. At most, she was keen on watching their performance of revenge and tease them.

But it was different now!

Nalan Manor, Nalan Zhengze. She, He Xi, vowed to make them pay a thousand times for what they did!

As she thought of this, He Xi's eyes flashed with a cold glint, and she suddenly sneered, "Nangong Yu, can I trouble you with one thing?"

"Hm?"

"Bring someone here."

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Nalan Ziyun was overwhelmed by a rancid smell that forced him awake from nausea.

He opened his eyes in confusion. A thin, pale, and handsome young face appeared before his eyes.

The teenager leaned close to him, looking at him curiously with his head tilted. His eyes were crystal clear without any emotions.

"Who are you?!" Nalan Ziyun stretched his arms about, about to push the figure away.

He placed his hand on the young man's face and was about to exert force, but the young man became frightened, and opened his mouth then bit his hand.

The sharp teeth punctured his flesh, even his bones felt the force of the bite, and blood poured out like a stream.

"Ah--!" Nalan Ziyun screamed and shook his hand hard.

The pain continued and he withdrew his hand only to see the edge of his palm had a piece of flesh bitten off.

The intense pain made Nalan Zihyun's heart burst with anger and murderous intent. He, the young master, who was used to being pampered, had never suffered such pain and humiliation.

As he looked into the boy's eyes, his body surged violently with spiritual power.

The teenager grimaced while holding the piece of meat in his mouth. He showed a nervous and panicked expression with his hands on the ground as he stared at Nalan Ziyun.

Suddenly, a slender pale, sculpted, jade-like hand was pressed on top of the teenager's head, dragging him off the ground.

The hand gently stroked the teenager's hair and signaled him to spit the meat out of his mouth.