allonlinenovel Chapter 311 Collusion
Chapter 311 Collusion
Salted Fish cried tears of joy upon seeing Stone Treasure.
The hiccups brought out bubbles that floated outwards.
More than ten years ago, after Jiang Mingshun took Shi Bao away, Xianyu felt guilty. Now that he has seen Shi Bao again, Xianyu is finally at ease.
Shi Bao is cheerful, lively, intelligent, polite, and his martial arts skills are excellent.
Jiang Ming finally did something worthwhile.
Shen Yao had never blamed Xianyu, and she certainly wouldn't blame her now.
Everyone knew perfectly well that if Shi Bao were to be led by Shen Yao, he might not be as well-behaved as he was by Jiang Ming.
She really couldn't provide a stable environment and meticulous nurturing in every aspect.
But Jiang Ming did a very good job.
It's hard to imagine that a male cultivator as sinister as Jiang Ming could raise such a sunny and cheerful child.
This is especially true when the child lacks maternal love.
Everyone's opinion of Jiang Ming has changed, and they know that he has put a lot of effort into Shi Bao.
Xianyu and Fengyu became more polite to him, no longer glaring at him with hostility, ready to fight or kill.
Shi Bao stayed at Longquan Cliff that night and opened a small bed in Shen Yao's room.
The child was so happy he couldn't sleep, and kept talking to his mother through the bed curtains.
He talked about the skills he had learned over the years, and recounted the extraordinary encounters he had while gathering herbs with his master...
As they chatted, the little dumpling took the lead in speaking well of his father.
Shi Bao praised his father to the skies, saying that no one in the world was better than him.
Why does Mother hate Father?
Little Shi Bao felt that the buildup was enough and wanted to ask for the reason on behalf of his father.
There was no movement from the bed curtains opposite.
Shi Bao waited a while and asked again, but his mother still didn't say anything.
He slipped barefoot off the bed, tiptoed to Shen Yao's bedside, and pulled back the bed curtains with his little hands, only to find that his mother was already asleep.
The little dumpling was a bit disappointed, so it lowered the curtain and tiptoed back to its bed.
I really hope my mother likes my father.
The night was dark and the wind was high, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky.
Two male cultivators, who grew up eating lotus roots, sat on the courtyard wall exchanging information.
"So that's how it is." After hearing the whole story, the nine-tailed fox expressed deep sympathy for Jiang Ming: "No wonder she said you had delusions, it turns out she just forgot."
"Yeah, I've completely forgotten." Jiang Ming has finally found a confidant with whom he can share his stories, even though this confidant is a rival in love.
“That shouldn’t be the case.” Tu Xiaoxiao felt something was wrong: “She couldn’t have forgotten that she gave birth to her own child, could she? She said the child was found and she doesn’t know why it looks like you.”
Jiang Ming was a little angry. How could she say that Shi Bao was found!
“She gave me a different story, and she was very stubborn, insisting that the child was born to her and Feng Yu.”
After exchanging information, the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord concluded that Shen Yao was lying.
Tu Xiaoxiao, with her keen observation, asked, "You said she painted many paintings in the secret realm? Were they very good?"
Jiang Ming took out some sketches: "These are my copies, and they are exactly the same as hers."
Tu Xiaoxiao took the drawing and quickly flipped through it. The pattern in the drawing was peculiar and he had never seen it before.
“That’s strange.” He pointed to the image in the painting with his fingertip: “I’m pretty sure she can’t draw, she definitely couldn’t draw these.”
He returned the drawing to Jiang Ming: "Did you beautify her drawing? Yao Yao's drawing skills are terrible; she can't even draw straight lines."
The pattern on the drawing overlapped with the pattern in the stone chamber in his memory, and Jiang Ming's eyes were filled with nostalgia.
He gave the reason he had come up with for her a long time ago: "Maybe because her soul core was damaged, she lost that memory and forgot her painting skills."
How could he forget that? Tu Xiaoxiao couldn't understand what the red shadow monster Jiang Ming had mentioned had done to her.
He also failed to notice that Shen Yao's soul core had been damaged.
I'll ask her honestly tomorrow and she'll know.
The evening breeze was bleak, and the night was deep.
The two neglected male cultivators sympathized with each other and immediately conspired to win the emperor's favor.
Tu Xiaoxiao's idea was simple: she just wanted fairness.
If it's really impossible to be fair, something close enough will do.
Jiang Ming's thoughts...
Let's use the bridge to cross the river and see what happens after we're done.
When Shen Yao gets tired of them, she'll kill them both.
Feng Yu didn't sleep all night. Jiang Ming came, how could he possibly sleep?
He sent his spiritual senses to keep watch from a safe distance.
With her spiritual sense focused on the demon lord and immortal lord having a harmonious discussion on the wall, Feng Yu's alert level was at its maximum.
The immortal lord who wanted to kill the fox demon in the morning was having a close conversation with him in the evening; he must be plotting something.
Shi Bao had a heavy workload, and Jiang Ming was also very busy, so they couldn't stay at Longquan Cliff all the time.
Feng Yu, just like before, clung tightly to Shen Yao, leaving Tu Xiaoxiao with no opportunity to ask her what was on her mind.
With the plan making no progress, Tu Xiaoxiao felt extremely frustrated under Jiang Ming's suspicious gaze.
He really did complain like a resentful man: "You have no idea how clingy he is, he won't let me be alone with Yao Yao for even a moment, and Yao Yao listens to him so much..."
He vented his resentment on the pebbles at his feet, crushing them to pieces with one stomp.
Jiang Ming's mentality was peculiar; he actually felt that Feng Yu wasn't entirely useless, and that it was good that he hadn't been on guard.
I hope this continues.
He glanced at the fox demon with a wistful look, offered no words of comfort, turned and walked towards the stone gate, returning to Chongcheng.
Tu Xiaoxiao was even angrier.
Before he met Shen Yao, he had never suffered a loss.
He had been frustrated in his pursuit of love for several years and was even looked down upon by his rival.
The traitor couldn't stand it anymore.
We've got a bombshell.
After much thought, he decided that he would have to use his good looks to deal with Shen Yao.
After all, she likes pretty things...
He may not be as good-looking as Feng Yu, but he has other skills.
He dares to think and act, something a self-assured immortal lord wouldn't do.
Having made thorough preparations, he took advantage of the break in Shen Yao's sword practice when she finished a set of techniques, quickly flew out of the hammock, went to her side, and whispered in her ear: "Wait for my message tonight, I'll dance for you."
Feng Yu, who was brewing tea at the table, said with a cold face, "Yanzhou, come and rest."
Shen Yao sheathed her sword and entered the pavilion, sitting down next to Feng Yu and drinking the tea he fed her.
After finishing her cup of flower tea, Feng Yu asked, "Was it good?"
Shen Yao smiled sweetly: "It's delicious and thirst-quenching."
Feng Yu asked casually, "What did Tu Xiaoxiao say?"
Shen Yao calmly shook her head: "It's nothing."
Feng Yu didn't want to be so petty, but Yan Zhou had lied again.
Nothing, but her eyes were so bright when she was listening just now?
He raised his hand and brewed a new pot of tea: "My wife likes green tea, so let's have green tea."
Full of anticipation, Shen Yao waited until nightfall, then made an excuse that she had something to discuss with Xianyu and would be sleeping with him that night, so she went to Xianyu's room early.
Feng Yu sat in the pavilion, watching over Tu Xiaoxiao in the hammock.
Tu Xiaoxiao remained calm and relaxed, lying in the hammock as if dozing off.
As night deepened, Tu Xiaoxiao got off the hammock, didn't even glance at Feng Yu, and went straight into the house.
Feng Yu stepped in front of him, asking, "Where are you going?"
Tu Xiaoxiao walked past him and continued inside: "Since you're going to keep watch, I'll go back to my room to sleep."
Feng Yu was really hard to stop. Ever since the stone gate opened, Tu Xiaoxiao had been keeping watch every night.
He could only give a stern warning: "You'd better go back to your room and sleep, and don't get any other ideas."
Tu Xiaoxiao stopped in her tracks, clenched her fists, turned around and looked at him with a fierce glint in her eyes.
Feng Yu was not deterred; instead, she prepared herself for battle and took another step forward.
If one day we have to fight to the death, he doesn't mind making a clean break now.