Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 127: 127 It’s a fact that the figure is not good

”Ah, Fourth Miss Zhao is making a run for it again! Has she developed an addiction to running away?” Han Yan grumbled internally. If Fourth Miss Zhao could hear the comments in Han Yan’s mind, she would be furious. Did she think of running away herself?

Han Yan glanced at Fourth Miss Zhao’s bare thighs and continued her internal commentary, ”Psh, no matter how much skin is shown, it can’t change the fact that her figure isn’t great. But, her skin is fairly white.” Just then, Han Yan distinctly heard a swallowing sound.

Turning her eyes towards the source of the sound, she saw He Songhua’s throat tightening, clearly having just swallowed. Han Yan inwardly scorned, ”Just as I thought, not a good man, coveting a young girl at his age.” While she was silently despising him, she heard He Songhua speak, ”Mr. Zong, have you looked enough? If so, better reel those eyeballs back in.”

When Han Yan turned her head, she saw Zong Dingfang with his eyes glued and his neck stretched out, trembling with excitement, his saliva almost dripping to the ground.

It seems I was wrong; this old guy is no saint! Han Yan revised her earlier opinion about Zong Dingfang. Really can’t tell at first gaze, they’re all lechers, and old lechers at that.

Zhao Sinin was also staring fixatedly, but still in pain from earlier injuries, managed to retain some clarity. Seizing the moment while Zong He and the other were dazed, he bolted, swiftly catching up with Fourth Miss Zhao. He then took out another alchemy artifact, infused Qi into it, and with a flash of blue light beneath their feet, they shot forward like riding on wheels of wind and fire, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

”Didn’t expect these two young ones to have such alchemy artifacts and let them escape,” He Songhua said with some regret.

”It’s fine if they’ve run off; it’s not a big deal. Just kill these youngsters and be done with it,” Zong Dingfang remarked, his gaze still lingering reluctantly on where Fourth Miss Zhao had vanished, reminiscing and relishing the sight.

”Cough cough, let’s get moving,” He Songhua coughed twice, covering his face as he spoke. This disgraceful, old lecher, does he have no shame? After today, no more interactions with him; I can’t even admit I know him, it’s too embarrassing.

”My lord, you go first!” Huayue and Zirong whispered as they both arrived at Han Yan’s side.

As personal guards, they were clear on their duty, yet at this moment, driven by something more than mere responsibility, they were prepared to fight to the death to help Han Yan escape.

As for Mu Nan and Che Xiang, there wasn’t much they could do; they were on their own. Both heard the guards’ words without objections; after all, it was naturally expected for Han Yan’s personal guards to die in battle for her, not them.

”No need to go,” Han Yan said calmly.

Those around her were stunned: No need to go? Facing a Tenth Rank Peak Great Swordsman, was this not suicidal? They knew Han Yan was a Star Divination Master, capable of predicting fate and fortune, but in this situation, they couldn’t foresee any good outcome.

Not that they were the only ones confused; Han Yan herself didn’t understand either, but since the Star Illusion Thousand Machine advised her to stay, she stayed obediently.

”Heh, the kid has some courage, I grant you that, but alas, it’s just overconfidence. A mere Sixth-tier Knight, brave or not, it’s still a dead end,” Zong Dingfang, of course, heard their conversation and chuckled, commenting disdainfully.