After the rebirth of the master's wife who was hated by everyone, all of them were burned to de

Yan Chuhua swallowed the knife in his throat, slowly leaned forward and kowtowed, tears dripping onto the carpet. He choked and said, "I'm not worthy of discussing sincerity with Master's wife, but can you give me a chance, a chance to discuss sincerity with you?"

He slowly stood up and looked at his master's wife's expression.

Lin Xuxi just looked at him coldly, with the corners of her mouth slightly pursed.

Those eyes have no emotion.

But this is what Yan Chuhua fears the most. Even if his master's wife feels angry, smiles bitterly, and feels disgusted, she can please not look so sad.

He was really scared.

"Master's Wife." Yan Chuhua boldly stretched out his hand, tugged at the corner of Master's Wife's clothes, and begged, "Master's Wife, Master's Wife."

These words "Master's Wife" were what Yan Chuhua was most stingy with and what Lin Xuxi desired most in the past.

But now, Lin Xuxi doesn't care.

They didn't treat her as their mistress, and they didn't really mean what they said. She didn't want anything like that. She didn't want this bunch of ungrateful people either!

"Master's wife."

Yan Chuhua slowly moved up along the wide-sleeved edge of his clothes, grasped his master's wife's wrist, slowly placed her hand on top of his head, and rubbed his head against her hand.

He seemed to have returned to the past, when he was a child, and he always liked to do this.

In the past, Yan Chuhua had a deep personality and was always competing with Yan Yao and Zhou Jingyue for the attention of his master's wife, engaging in all kinds of intrigue.

Now, he wants to go back to the past.

Even if the master's wife knew, she would only comfort him softly: There is no need to be like this, you are all my children, I will not be partial to any of you.

"Yan Chuhua, it's not that I don't want to, but you don't have it at all."

Lin Xuxi withdrew her hand, stood up, walked around Yan Chuhua who was kneeling on the ground, and walked out of the hall.

Yan Chuhua heard his master's wife's footsteps, which gradually receded. He felt as if his consciousness had been drained away. He fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes gradually losing focus.

He didn't know what to do and just felt extremely heartbroken.

The pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe, and even crying couldn't make a sound. At this moment, he felt the panic and grief of having truly lost his master's wife.

"Master's Wife, Master's Wife. I really know I was wrong. Please give me another chance, okay?"

Lin Xuxi walked out of the bedroom and heard sobs and calls coming from inside. She paused for a moment after stepping out of the doorway, then continued forward.

She didn't know whether Yan Chuhua was sincere, but even if he was, so what?

Lin Xuxi wasn't moved at all, instead she found it ridiculous. Someone without sincerity was talking to her about sincerity, and after hurting her, they just turned around and apologized, and then they thought they could just let it go?

She's not a mean person.

Someone was crying in the hall. Lin Xuxi really didn't want to face Yan Chuhua's face, so she left and thought about walking around.

Just a few steps out of the courtyard, Lin Xuxi saw Jianhui flash by not far away.

"What is he here for?"

Lin Xuxi has always been wary of Jianhui. Although this man appears to be crybaby and weak and can be bullied, the fact that he was able to slander her for killing the sect leader at that time probably means that there is more to him than meets the eye.

Thinking of this, she decided to hide and follow behind to take a look.

Jianhui covered the thing in his arms stealthily, walked around Lin Xuxi's bedroom from behind and came to the Xiangfei bamboo forest in her backyard.

Someone was already waiting there.

"Why so slow?"

Lin Xuxi knew it was Yan Yao the moment she heard the voice. His tone was impatient and filled with disdain. What were these two people hiding here for?

This place is behind her bedroom, quite far away. If she were inside the palace on a normal day, she probably wouldn't notice it.

Seeing this, Lin Xuxi hid behind the bamboo and listened first.

"What you want is hard to get. It took me a lot of effort." Jianhui said as he took out the thing hidden in his arms.

It was something wrapped in a fist-sized black cloth. Jianhui first took out the thing and looked at it left and right. After making sure that no one was around, he slowly opened the black cloth.

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Yao was impatient. He reached out and snatched the black cloth bag from Jian Hui's hand. He sneered, "I just saw Lin Xuxi drawing talismans in the bedroom. She's usually an idiot and doesn't pay any attention to what's going on around her. We're so far away, why are you so nervous?"

"I, I'm still scared." Jian Hui lowered his eyes, looked at his tangled fingers, and stammered, "I wonder if this thing will be useful to Lin Xuxi."

"Don't worry, it will definitely work." After saying that, Yan Yao finally took out the tightly wrapped thing, played with it in his hands, and nodded, saying, "Well done."

This is an object shaped like a hand drum. Upon closer inspection, the drum surface is covered with cinnabar and has a purple talisman attached to it.

"Lin Xuxi actually framed Aunt Xin like this. With both the Sect Master and Master taking sides, how could we just stand by and watch?" Yan Yao shook his hand drum and sneered, "She must be taught a lesson."

"But......"

"But what?" Yan Yao interrupted Jian Hui and asked, "Don't you feel sorry for Aunt Xin? Don't you hate Lin Xuxi?"

Jian Hui nodded, "Yeah."

He hated it, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed immediately when the other party proposed it.

"Then how do we get the other purple talisman to Lin Xuxi?" This was what they needed to consider. Seeing Hui's frustration, they asked, "What do you think? Is a late Nascent Soul cultivator very powerful? Will he discover our plan?"

"No, this talisman was drawn by Aunt Xin, who is also in the late Nascent Soul stage. How could a loser like Lin Xuxi tell that?" Yan Yao shook his head and said, "Leave it to me to have Lin Xuxi eat this. You don't have to worry about it."

"it is good."

Lin Xuxi sneered and left quietly. She wanted to see what Yan Yao's plan was.

When Lin Xuxi returned, Yan Chuhua was gone, but the glass lamp was still on the table.

"Boring." She threw the glass lamp away.

The fragments were scattered all over the ground, broken into pieces, and the glass lamp no longer had the same brilliance as before.

"Master's wife."

Lin Xuxi didn't close the door just to wait for Yan Yao to come.

I want to see what this guy is going to do.

"Master's Wife." Yan Yao suppressed his nausea and called out twice, carrying a food box. His naturally smiling lips always showed a smile, even if he didn't try hard.

Lin Xuxi pretended not to hear and flipped through the book in her hand.

"Master's Wife." Yan Yao walked in while calling, knowing that Lin Xuxi was deliberately ignoring him.

Cultivators all have sharp ears and eyes. He's already called out three times since he came in, so it's impossible that he didn't hear it. This bitch was deliberately trying to make him call her "Master's Wife" more often.

Don't think he doesn't know, it's really disgusting.

"What's the matter?" Lin Xuxi turned the book over without even looking at the person who came in.

"Master's wife, I brought you some snacks."

Yan Yao took two steps forward and placed the food box on the table. He suppressed his inner displeasure and said with a smile, "Master's Wife, you have been working hard these days. I specially brought some snacks for you to try."

"Really?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Xuxi's eyes lit up. She seemed very happy that Yan Yao had sent these things. She immediately put down the book in her hand and asked with a smile, "Is it really for me?"

"Yes." Yan Yao nodded with a smile, opened the lid of the lunch box with his own hands, and said with a smile, "Take a look." He felt very disgusted in his heart: What a despicable thing, it's worth being so happy about such a small thing.