Chapter 4152 — Growing Ever Harder to Deal With
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"Artificial membranes?" Wei Shenjin had no idea what he was looking at. He examined the instructions inside more carefully, and when the full meaning finally crashed over him, his blood surged and his vision went black—he nearly keeled over on the spot.
Two artificial membranes, both already used, leaving nothing behind but two empty wrappers. And with that, everything at last became clear to him.
Sluts! Sluts! Sluts! If I do not kill the two of you, I, Wei Shenjin, swear I am no man for the rest of my days!
Wei Shenjin's eyes blazed with fire. He turned, went back into the room, took up the Snow Sword in hand, and strode toward the two women sleeping on the bed—all reason now ground beneath his heel.
He was a cripple anyway, with no hope of recovery. If he had to go on living with this great green hat jammed down over his head, what meaning would there be left in his life?
In Wei Shenjin's mind at this moment, all the hatred he bore that brute Ling Yi had been shifted entirely onto the heads of Situ Qian and her serving girl.
As he saw it, that whole business between Xue Li and the brute Ling Yi might never have been anything but a trap that Situ Qian had laid with her own hands, deliberately framing Xue Li and Ling Yi so that he would take the bait and marry her!
That woman—what a schemer she was!
And indeed that was the truth. Wei Shenjin was no fool; looking back now, there had been something distinctly fishy about everything that had happened before, and at last he had found the real answer.
"Situ Qian, you die tonight!" Snow Sword in hand, Wei Shenjin reached the side of the bed, every inch of his face a contorted mask of murderous madness. He knew that once he struck tonight, he would never escape a death of his own.
But he could not bring himself to care anymore. Even if he died, he would drag this pair of sluts down with him, and cut them into ten thousand pieces!
Yet just as Wei Shenjin steeled himself to strike, Situ Qian, half-undressed on the bed, seemed to sense something and turned over in her drowsy haze.
"Eh? What are you getting up for in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?" Situ Qian's bleary eyes slid half open, and she mumbled a question at Wei Shenjin standing at the bedside.
Wei Shenjin's heart lurched. It came to him then that the other party was no cripple like himself, but a cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, with senses sharp as a blade—and his Snow Sword was forged of thousand-year cold iron. Even without invoking any core technique of the Snow Sword Sect, simply drawing it from its sheath would plunge the temperature of the surrounding air, and that was what had roused Situ Qian.
Luckily, Situ Qian had drunk far too much beforehand, and had been carrying on day and night in bed. So although the cold had jolted her awake by instinct, she had not truly come to her senses—it was only drowsy muttering.
Even with the resolve to die together with her, now that Situ Qian was awake, Wei Shenjin knew he could no longer kill her. He could only find some pretext to bluff his way through and wait for another chance.
"Oh, nothing." Wei Shenjin hastily and unobtrusively set the Snow Sword aside, put on a face of urgent lecherous hunger, and swallowed hard at her. "I just think you're so beautiful, Qian'er, that I wanted to..."
"Wanted to go again? I don't recall giving you any medicine—why are you so ferocious today, so much more spirited than before? Come on then, come on, I'll make an exception and reward you one more time!" Situ Qian had indeed been diverted. She twisted and writhed, urging Wei Shenjin to climb on quickly—for such matters, she was never one to refuse.
Wei Shenjin's heart eased, and he let out a secret breath of relief. He hurried to answer and threw himself upon her—though in his eyes lay nothing but a cold, chilling glint...