Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 932 - Chapter 932: Trying to Play the Bully?

Chapter 932: Trying to Play the Bully?

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Lord Xue Yang is quite the romantic! What’s that saying? Even being a ghost can be romantic if you die under a peony? But it’s impressive how Lord Xue Yang can still take a liking to a peony with a bloody nose and swollen face!

“You even walked straight into a trap… It’s really… impressive! Extremely impressive!”

He gave Xue Fangyang a thumbs up, his expression so provocative that only Xue Fangyang could truly understand.

Xue Fangyang felt like vomiting. Shang Ningluo was the biggest stain in his life. Not only did he fall into her trap, but he also embarrassed himself at Camp

Zhan Yun.

He finally understood why Shang Ningyi hated Qian Jiyun so much. He must have suffered at Qian Jiyun’s hands.

“Qian Jiyun, Fu Ming! Good! Very good!”

He looked back and forth between Qian Jiyun and Fu Ming, gritting his teeth.

“Qian Jiyun, tell me frankly. Are you going to give me the antidote or not?” he asked.

Without waiting for Qian Jiyun to reply, Fu Ming answered, ‘What antidote? What does Lord Xue Yang’s poisoning have to do with us? You have many medicine refiners in your camp, right? If you’re poisoned, ask them to refine the antidote.

“Everyone knows how powerful Camp Xue Yang is and how many medicine refiners there are. Why did Lord Xue Yang abandon what’s near and seek what’s far away by coming to Camp Zhan Yun to ask for the antidote?

“I don’t understand. Did all the medicine refiners in Camp Xue Yanf die overnight, Lord Xue Yang?”

“Fu Ming!” Xue Fangyang gritted his teeth and glared at Fu Ming. He took a step forward, ready to attack him.

However, Qian Jiyun also took a step forward, ready to deal with him at any time. Xue Fangyang had no choice but to bear his anger.

He calculated the time silently. It should be about time. His men should be here soon. He was eager to see how Qian Jiyun would deal with them.

He was even more eager to see if Qian Jiyun would still be so stubborn and refuse to hand over the antidote.

“Very well. It seems like you’re refusing a toast in favor of a penalty drink? Qian Jiyun, how many rounds do you think Camp Zhan Yun can last against Camp Xue Yang?” he asked coldly.

“That depends on whether Lord Xue Yang has the ability to make a move,” Qian Jiyun replied calmly with a smile.

Xue Fangyang’s eyes darkened.

Just then, there was a commotion on one side of Camp Zhan Yun. A group of guardians headed over swiftly, intent on attacking anyone they saw and aiming to strike from behind.

However, the guardians in Camp Zhan Yun evaded their attack. Some of the intruding guardians teamed up to counterattack and only came to Xue

Fangyang’s side after sustaining minor injuries. Only one guardian was injured.

“My Lord, we’re here.”

Xue Fangyang finally regained his confidence when he saw them.

He looked up at Qian Jiyun and asked in a deep voice, “Qian Jiyun, I’ll give you another chance. Are you going to hand over the antidote?”

“Are you trying to play the bully?”

Fu Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at the group of guardians behind Xue Fangyang. He also saw Ying Zi retreating behind Xue Fangyang.

He roughly calculated the number of guardians in the camp. They might be a match for him if they really fought, but there would be many casualties.

“Second Brother, what should we do now?” he asked Qian Jiyun.

Xue Fangyang was also waiting for Qian Jiyun’s response. The decision to fight or not to fight hinged on Qian Jiyun’s word..