松鼠症仓库

At this moment, Mu Jiangli was nothing like the person Liu Shimei had seen earlier. He wore a silver mask that covered half of his face, revealing only a triangular area.

However, there was an unmistakable sense of aloofness in Mu Jiangli’s words. “Thousand Butterfly Valley has its own rules. Please resolve your private disputes outside the mountain gate.”

Liang Yi was taken aback. He did not strike, but his gaze remained hostile towards the outsider from the martial world.

The outsider had no choice but to give some face. “So, you’re the Valley Master!”

Liu Shimei turned to Shu Jun and asked, “Is he the Valley Master of Thousand Butterfly Valley? The Valley Master of Thousand Butterfly Valley, is that the same as the legendary master of the Colored Glass Pavilion?”

She did not think her little silly dog knew these things, so she skipped him.

Huangfu Lingyao looked down at her, feeling helpless, crazy, and roaring inside, ‘Wife, I know! I want to tell you! But what if I accidentally spill the beans and you run away? Baby’s in a bind, baby can’t speak!’

Shu Jun, with his usual impassive face, shook his head. “Disciple is unaware. However, it’s a fact that Medicine Lord manages Thousand Butterfly Valley. He just doesn’t appear often. The Colored Glass Pavilion monopolizes the world of poisons. If Medicine Lord is indeed the Master of the Colored Glass Pavilion, it’s not surprising.”

Liu Shimei nodded, her gaze landing on Mu Jiangli.

It was not surprising at all, but what was strange was Mu Jiangli’s attitude towards her. It made her feel as if… he had known her for a very, very long time, and their relationship had once been very close?

However, she could not figure out what the connection was!

As her mind raced, an unsettling thought crossed her mind: ‘Could the original owner of this body have had other lovers besides Huangfu He?’

Heavens! If that were true, her silly dog would devour her!

Thinking of this, Liu Shimei unconsciously looked up at the silly dog by her side.

Huangfu Lingyao’s gaze had been fixed on her all along. When he saw her looking at him, he immediately broke into a broad smile and gestured toward the people in the field. “Ninth Brother seems to be quite good at fighting, but it looks like that person is even better, isn’t he, Wife? Should I ask Ninth Brother to teach me how to fight?”

The person he referred to, of course, was Mu Jiangli.

Encountering Mu Jiangli today was something he had deliberately arranged. But now he was starting to regret it.

Before, he hadn’t known any better; he had just wanted to help his wife find a supplier for medicinal herbs. Naturally, he wanted to find the best one!

But he had not expected that Mu Jiangli seemed to know her. Could it be that he had unwittingly invited a rival and dug a pit for himself?

Liu Shimei did not know what he was thinking and simply smiled at him, saying, “Let’s ask and find out what’s going on.”

Meanwhile, Liang Yi hadn’t noticed that Liu Shimei had returned. He pushed through the crowd and walked over to one side.

Liu Shimei exclaimed, “Miaozhen!”

Zhang Miaozhen was sitting on the ground, with her maid beside her, hugging her and crying. Liu Shimei pulled Huangfu Lingyao along and rushed over, squatting down and asking, “What happened?”

Only then did Liang Yi notice that Liu Shimei and Huangfu Lingyao had returned. He looked at the man from the martial world and said, “This old fart here wanted to get handsy with Miss Zhang. 1 stopped him, but he got embarrassed and pushed Miss Zhang, causing her to sprain her ankle!”

Old fart…

The man was only in his early thirties, so he was far from admitting that he was old. He immediately cursed, “Who are you calling an old fart, you kid with the thick eyebrows!”

Liang Yi snorted. Due to the scuffle, a few strands of his hair had fallen messily across his forehead. His face was full of disdain, and he had no intention of talking to such a person.

In front of all these onlookers, Zhang Miaozhen, a noblewoman and a candidate for the Crown Prince’s Consort, could not take off her shoes and show her feet in public.

Thinking about Zhang Miaozhen’s reputation, Liu Shimei could only pinch her foot through her shoe and frowned, saying, “Ninth Brother, could you help carry Miaozhen somewhere private and check her ankle? It doesn’t look good. It might not just be a sprain; 1 think her bone might be out of place. We need to set it right away..”