Chapter 233: A Contract With The Devil
Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress
Whip! Whipppp...
After Lin Yimei stopped crying and laughing, she continued to ruthlessly whip Nangong Baâs body. There was both hatred and elation in her eyes.
Soon enough, Nangong Baâs clothes were all covered in blood and his face looked even paler than before. The deep bloody scar on his face stood out even more and although the joints in both his hands clearly didnât allow him to grip things, he still couldnât help but tremble. Despite being riddled with cuts and scars, Nangong Baâs face didnât look the least bit afraid or angry; all that was left was the same face of indifference and a little less sadness.
âHaha... even you have a time when youâre down and out! Thatâs truly karma!â Lin Yimei said mockingly when she saw how deathly pale Nangong Baâs face was and how heâd lost the grandeur of his old days.
Nangong Ba shut his eyes and pulled a faint smile. Although his entire body was covered in blood, there wasnât the slightest bit of pain on his face. Perhaps, he had reached his limit of heartache that he no longer could feel the pain in his body. Or perhaps, his body was in so much pain, his heart didnât ache so much anymore.
Lin Yimei saw that Nangong Ba was drenched in blood and a slight hint of a delighted smile upon her face. Then, she turned around and headed down the mountain.
âSend my cousin back and donât give him medicine!â She ordered in a chilling voice.
âYes, Young Miss Lin!â replied the two servants dressed in blue.
When the two servants walked into the pavilion, Nangong Ba suddenly coughed up pink demonic breath at them and softly asked, âWhat did Lin Yimei say?â
As if in a trance, the two servants politely replied, âYoung Miss Lin told us not to give her cousin medicine!â
Nangong Ba smirked coldly. âSend me back,â he said flatly.
âYes, mayor,â replied the two servants, who then pushed Nangong Ba away from the pavilion.
Nangong Ba looked over at the manor with a mesmerizing yet extremely bloodthirsty smile. Since he planned on dying, he might as well take down the whole manor and all the people in it!
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Lin Yimei walked over to her own room, when she suddenly heard a malicious voice. âYoung lady, didnât you want to kill that wench Liu Rushuang?â
Lin Yimeiâs face looked immediately terrified and she took a few steps back.
âW-who are you?â
Like a gust of wind, Lin San brushed across Lin Yimei. âYoung lady, donât be afraid. I wonât hurt you. I just want to work with you to get ride of that wench Liu Rushuang!â He said with a cold, sinister laugh.
Lin Yimei leaned up against the table in fear, as her entire body trembled.
âY-you really arenât going to hurt me? C-can... you get rid of Liu Rushuang?â She asked.
âYouâre such a coward! Itâs no wonder you havenât captured your cousinâs heart all this time!â Teased Lin San.
âN-nonsense! Iâm not a coward in the slightest! I promise to work with you to get rid of that wench Liu Rushuang!â Lin Yimei couldnât help cry in anger after being teased. At the mention of Liu Rushuang, her eyes instantly flashed an extremely ruthless glow.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âHaha... Young lady, so you have some balls!â Lin San laughed in satisfaction, as he encircled Lin Yimei repeatedly.
Lin Yimei was still scared as usual but summoned her courage to ask, âH-how do we get rid of that wench?â
âHaha... On the day of the beauty contest, think of a way to challenge that wench to a match of life or death. Whoever loses will have to take their own life right there and then. Do you dare make that bet?â Lin San asked with a sinister laugh.
Lin Yimeiâs whole body gently shivered from the ghostâs cold gust of wind.
âI-if I... I lose?â She asked.
âDonât worry, you wonât lose. Iâll definitely make you win! How about that? Will... or... wonât you do it?â Lin San asked in a thunderous, and vaguely menacing voice.
Lin Yimei was so afraid, she slumped to the ground. âAlright! I-Iâll do it!â
âHaha... then itâs settled! If you canât do it, then Iâll shred... you... to... pieces!â
Lin San let out a demonic laugh. His sinister and threatening voice sounded like it came from hell and gave off a deadly feel.