Chapter 2660: Tears Killing the Beauty

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“Oh, Sister Bell, what’s wrong with you?”

The ambiguous red curtain was suddenly lifted, and in walked a plump beauty. Though she stood far away, her voice was like a whisper in one’s ear.

She brought a fragrance with her, the lingering note of a long dream in deep spring. Deep eyes and full lips, with a cloud bun and phoenix hairpin. Between glances, there was a ripe charm.

Her clothes, however, were unusually strict – a high collar and thick shirt, covering even her neck, not exposing an inch of skin.

But the clothes were still a bit tight, creating a sense of swaying desire and impending fall.

Her walk was shaky, giving off a huge oppressive feeling.

Xiang Ling’er, squatting in the corner, her face still pale, had escaped from the near-death panic of being trapped.

She had clearly escaped a long time ago, traveling tens of thousands of *li* away, yet it seemed she still couldn't escape that grasp!

The moment the red curtain was lifted, she had already grasped ten thousand threads of light, almost ready to rise and flee, until she saw the person clearly, and only then did she stop her trembling body.

A petite figure, delicate and pitiable.

Double ponytails hung down behind her, her big round eyes innocent and full of tears, her voice also sweet —

“Old woman, don’t call me sister.”

“Then I’ll leave?” Madam Zhi Rui, who always operated in the Jing area, smiled without changing.

Everyone knew that the Seven Heaven Fragrances and Eleven Heart Fragrances, a total of eighteen absolute beauties, were the core high-level figures of the Three Points Fragrance Building, each with their own methods and extraordinary abilities.

But just like the light veil on the flower queen’s face, half-covered and half-revealed is the most alluring.

These eighteen core figures were all hidden very deeply, not easily willing to let the world catch a glimpse of their beautiful faces.

Currently, only Ye Lan’er, Xiang Ling’er, and Mei Yue were exposed, running around in all directions for the development of the sect.

The operation and cultivation of the Three Points Fragrance Building were two systems, a bit like the relationship between Cloud Country and Ling Xiao Pavilion.

Among the eighteen fragrances who held high-level power within the sect, some on the surface had no relation to the Three Points Fragrance Building at all.

Just like the second Heaven Fragrance, Bian Qiao, who stayed in the restricted Mu Country for years, was developing under her personal identity. Whenever she mentioned the Three Points Fragrance Building, it was with disdain. Only the most core high-level figures knew her identity.

And Madam Zhi Rui in Jing Country also acted alone for a long time. Although Jing Country also had a Three Points Fragrance Building and was developing very well, she had no relation to it.

The person on the surface who hosted the affairs of the Three Points Fragrance Building in the Jing area was Feng Xiang True Person, Zhi Mi. After Fa Luo’s death, she was the only Feng Xiang True Person left in the building.

Below her were Feng Xiang Envoys and Feng Xiang Attendants.

“Feng Xiang” and “Fragrance Beauty” were two different systems.

Feng Xiang people were naturally honored with fragrance.

Among the Fragrance Beauties, the Seven Heaven Fragrances and Eleven Heart Fragrances were the core.

Just like Zhi Mi, although she was a first-class strong person in the building, her status was below the Heaven Fragrances and Heart Fragrances.

Xiang Ling’er circled around and entered Jing Country, not seeking Zhi Mi, but seeking Madam Zhi Rui, naturally because the latter could better guarantee her safety.

With Yan Sheng in Meng Du, and the wind and rain about to come from all directions, Feng Xiang True Person Zhi Mi was still too conspicuous.

And Madam Zhi Rui’s arrival was meant to release her, and this was her moment to grasp it.

Xiang Ling’er quietly looked at Madam Zhi Rui, her face still innocent. Suddenly, she leaned back, her head directly smashing against the wall.

This force smashed a clear spider web-like crack in the wall of the suspended stone building, a quiet room with engraved array patterns. That crack suddenly collapsed inward, trapping out a deep pit!

Under this sudden and intense impact, *ding ling ling* —

A bell rang. Different from the sound of the heavy wall impact, this sound seemed to be deep within the ear canal.

Vaguely in the void, a small pink bell was shaking.

Invisible ripples centered around this point quickly spread out.

Madam Zhi Rui knew very well that once these ripples were truly released, it would be an earth-shattering sharp sound.

Whether it was truly like the rumor that it could destroy heaven and extinguish earth was hard to say, but the commotion here would certainly be impossible to cover up.

She made no action to provoke the other party, just had a smile on her face and gently lowered her head to gaze: “What are you doing, Sister Bell?”

Xiang Ling’er raised her head innocently, smiling sweetly: “I won’t die alone.”

“Speaking such confused words…” Zhi Rui gently comforted: “That person just wanted you to bring a message, not truly kill you. You are already back in the embrace of the organization, no one can do anything to you again. Everyone is watching.”

These five words, “Everyone is watching,” seemed to have a captivating magic. Although there was no third person in the room, and theoretically there were no spectators in such a quiet room, Xiang Ling’er’s tears instantly disappeared. She blinked her eyes and smiled sweetly again.

“There is definitely a very deep entanglement between Mei Yue and Jiang Wang, this has been repeatedly verified.” Xiang Ling’er’s head slowly lifted out of the hole in the wall, her body also sliding down against the wall: “It’s just that this time, Jiang Wang doesn’t seem to be covering up Mei Yue’s importance to him anymore. He made this point very clear to me.”

She showed a thoughtful expression: “Is it already completely cut off, or has it never begun? Or, is Mei Yue’s handling of the matter not forceful this time… Jiang Wang wants to stop the Building Master from forming the disastrous fruit, and at the same time, also wants to protect Mei Yue?”

“Then why didn’t he just take her away?” Zhi Rui asked thoughtfully.

Xiang Ling’er glanced at her: “You and Tang Rong are so close, why doesn’t he take you home?”

None of the Jing Emperor’s children were up to par. Among a pile of incompetent ones, only two were still considered presentable: the eldest imperial son, Tang Jin, and the second imperial son, Tang Rong. They were respectively enfeoffed as “Jia Wang” and “Ning Wang.”

Perhaps relying on the advantage of being born early, having eaten several more years of resources than their younger siblings, they had some power and operation.

There was a widely spread saying in Ji Du City — “Jin is not good jade, Tang Rong is not tolerant.”

The general meaning is that Tang Jin is incompetent, and Tang Rong is narrow-minded.

And let’s not discuss whether this saying is accurate.

The fact that this saying could spread, and spread only within the capital of Jing Country, until it was known on the streets, and they were unable to solve it, unable to save it.

This in itself is proof of incompetence.

It is the incompetence of both imperial sons combined.

They had such heavenly advantages, yet they had no ability to stop bad comments from spreading, and they used their own words and deeds to annotate this sentence!

Of course, the possibility of playing the pig to eat the tiger cannot be ruled out. But the way it looks now, they are already tied with four hooves, the water is boiled, and they are about to be truly treated as pigs to be slaughtered… This play has gone on for too long and is too real.

Madam Zhi Rui’s beautiful name was widely spread in Jing Country. In the past few years, she even took Ning Wang Tang Rong under her skirt, almost becoming Tang Rong’s semi-public concubine.

It’s a pity that not only was “Tang Rong not tolerant,” Ning Wang Fei was also not tolerant.

Ning Wang Fei was the official wife personally chosen by the empire’s eldest princess, Tang Wen Xue. Her position was not one that Tang Rong could shake.

Madam Zhi Rui was simply unable to enter the door of Ning Wang Fu.

Xiang Ling’er using this as a comparison was not only vivid, it was simply profound.

Madam Zhi Rui giggled, not minding at all.

Xiang Ling’er continued: “Does the relationship between this True Monarch Jiang and the new sect master of Ling Xiao Pavilion still need to be said?”

“The change of path of force Yan Chun Hui in Cloud City is the clearest declaration. He has already circled the secret ground of Ling Xiao as an untouchable forbidden zone.”

“But likewise, how could Lu Qiu Wen Yue possibly allow her outer granddaughter-in-law to be entangled with a bystander?”

Her analysis certainly had a reason, and Madam Zhi Rui just carefully sized her up.

“Sister Bell…”

“Hmm?”

Madam Zhi Rui’s five fingers wandered along Xiang Ling’er’s jaw, slowly sliding onto her neck: “Being pinched by True Monarch Jiang… what does it feel like?”

Xiang Ling’er smiled: “Sister might as well go find him yourself… uh!”

Madam Zhi Rui’s five fingers suddenly tightened, pinching Xiang Ling’er’s neck like this, extinguishing her voice, and lifting her head, smashing it against the wall again and again!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The force was real, the speed constant.

Her full lips were like spitting smoke, repeating in a continuous murmur: “So fond of smashing walls, so fond of smashing walls…”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Her braids scattered, her forehead cracked, fresh blood quickly spread, hanging down from her forehead like a rain curtain.

Xiang Ling’er, however, giggled, she finally truly laughed!

“We will all die, we will all die.”

While being pinched and smashed against the wall, she laughed, and while laughing, her voice flowed out from the blood: “Are you also afraid… are you also afraid?”

Knock knock knock.

Knock knock knock.

There was a full-body bronze mirror in the room. At this time, in the mirror, a knocking sound rang out.

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The two women who were currently going mad both quieted down.

They were beautiful, powerful, each with their charm, each with their talent. Occasionally lifting a corner of their emotions, they were like mad spirits imprisoned in beautiful dolls!

Madam Zhi Rui stopped her hand, and Xiang Ling’er looked towards the bronze mirror.

“Someone is knocking,” she asked: “Did you call her?”

Madam Zhi Rui loosened her five fingers, gently braiding Xiang Ling’er’s ponytail: “Sister’s 《Red Face Not Old Gong》, how is the cultivation going? Can you still pass the seven disasters?”

“The torment within is difficult to express in language, not to mention being frivolous — it’s hard to say.” Xiang Ling’er used her index finger to wipe a streak of blood on her forehead, her eyes blurry, she lifted her index finger and handed it over to Madam Zhi Rui: “Otherwise, would you like to taste… my rouge?”

Green onion jade fingers, rich red lips.

Lightly sucked.

At this time, a voice suddenly rang out.

“Calling me at this kind of time, what exactly is your problem —”

Indeed, a door was pushed open in the bronze mirror, and a snow-white hand reached out. The black armband seemed to imprison suppressed desires. This hand waved slightly with disdain, as if waving away dark fragrance.

Bian Qiao’s appearance successfully embedded itself in the mirror: “Do you want a complete sweep?”

Xiang Ling’er sat leaning against the wall, Madam Zhi Rui half-squatted in front of her, just like that, she turned her head and looked at Bian Qiao with a smile: “No need to worry about our safety.”

“The old lady is worried about herself!” Bian Qiao glanced at the two of them, showing a slight impatience: “What is the matter in the end?”

“Hong Jun Yan is too dangerous. The previous plan no longer works. I need to make more preparations.” Madam Zhi Rui said very directly: “You must let Huang She Li help with something.”

Bian Qiao was able to have her voice today, from the “North Ground Rose” to a political rising star in Mu Country. Of course, she didn’t just have looks. Cang Lang Fight Field only firmly held the throne of the first fight field in the grassland after she joined.

After Tai Xu Fight Field opened, she also actively responded, not only was her business not impacted, but she also promoted the Cang Lang brand in both Tai Xu Illusion and the present world —

Tai Xu Illusion allowed various commercial cooperations, as long as they paid enough tax. The tax amount was divided into two parts: one part was paid to Tai Xu Illusion with Tai Xu Coins, used for the construction of Tai Xu Illusion, and the other part was given to the various forces that laid the Tai Xu Corner Towers, generated directly in the Tai Xu Walker’s trade process.

This matter was directly monitored by the Tai Xu Dao Master, so there was no room for manipulation.

Now, many walkers watched the Tai Xu Fight Field matches, and they wouldn’t watch unless the commentary was from the Cang Lang system.

Some important matches were also hosted by the emcees from Cang Lang Fight Field. Among them, Bian Qiao was still the most popular.

Huang She Li’s family had dry shares in Cang Lang Fight Field, and Tai Xu Fight Field was proposed by Huang She Li… The interest relationship here was clearly visible, and Huang Ge Yuan never hid it.

Don’t look at her being greedy for beautiful women and having a rather improper appearance in Wan Hua Palace. When it comes to operational talent, she was incomparable to those colleagues who only had cultivation on their minds. Whether it was the construction of Huang Mian Fo’s faith or the fight field business, she made them all thrive.

And with Bian Qiao’s looks, plus this layer of work relationship… Her friendship with Huang She Li was also obviously good.

“This is impossible,” Bian Qiao said.

Madam Zhi Rui frowned: “I haven’t even said what the matter is.”

“I don’t need to know what the matter is,” Bian Qiao shook her head: “You’re completely wrong to have your idea on Huang She Li. She likes beautiful women, but she absolutely will not let beauty influence her decisions.”

“Passing through ten thousand flowers, not a leaf sticks to her body. She is not a heartless gentleman, she is truly happy, truly moved… But she is always clear-headed.”

“I can become friends with her not because I am pretty, but because I can bring her real gains.”

“Just being good-looking can be appreciated by her, played with by her, but absolutely not put in her heart by her.”

“I am now in harmony with her, everything is good.”

“But if I affect the interests of the Huang Long Fu one day, and touch her principles, she will break my head without hesitation.”

“I believe she will shed tears for me.”

Speaking here, she inexplicably laughed: “But Huang She Li is the kind of person who will shed tears and kill a beauty.”

“Sounds particularly sexy,” Xiang Ling’er said with a smile.

It was impossible for Jing Country to have a beauty Huang She Li didn’t know, unless she wasn’t beautiful enough.

So Madam Zhi Rui certainly knew Huang She Li, just because of Tang Rong’s relationship, she wasn’t familiar enough — the various military mansions in Jing Country all respected and kept their distance from the imperial sons and princes.

But this was indeed the first time she had known Huang She Li from this angle. Previously, this woman only had three labels for her: “Daddy’s treasure,” “Genius,” and “Good-looking.”

“The situation is already very urgent. If we don’t respond well, the entire Three Points Fragrance Building in the world will collapse. We must make a response as soon as possible.” Madam Zhi Rui said with a frown: “Ye Lan’er said she wants to go to Yong Country herself…”

Bian Qiao paced in the mirror: “She wants to appease this event. The premise is that the Building Master temporarily gives up the disastrous fruit and once again swallows her voice.”

“I’m not optimistic,” Xiang Ling’er laughed from the corner: “Making so many preparations, yet futile, is Luo Sha Ming Yue Jing willing to suffer this loss?”

“If you disrespect the Building Master again, I’ll kill you,” Madam Zhi Rui said coldly: “If you want to die, don’t involve me.”

She asked again: “Do you know where the Building Master is this time?”

Blood flowed like earthworms on Xiang Ling’er’s face. She laughed wildly: “How could we possibly know?”

“Guess?” Madam Zhi Rui asked.

“Possibly going to kill Mei Yue, possibly going to kill Yan Sheng,” Bian Qiao said: “Also possibly… going to Bao Xue Peak.”

“No matter what decision the Building Master makes, life always has to continue. We still have to do our thing.” Madam Zhi Rui stood up: “Huang She Li won’t work, then try others… How about Zhong Shan Wei Sun?”

“That’s a good idea,” Bian Qiao laughed in the bronze mirror: “The journey to Du E Peak has made him stronger, and it has also planted a heart demon in him. He is at the time of proving himself, and also at the moment of destruction.”

She twirled her long hair around her finger: “Mei Yue manipulating Long Bo Ji, Sister taking down Zhong Shan Wei Sun, isn’t this a kind of cause and effect?”

“I can’t. Tang Rong obstructs it greatly.” Madam Zhi Rui shook her head: “Xiang Ling’er also can’t. Jiang Wang lost his temper in Meng Du, letting the whole world know about her.”

Both she and Xiang Ling’er looked at Bian Qiao.

“Call someone else, I don’t have time,” Bian Qiao said faintly: “I have already exhausted my obligations, just like this —”

“Thirty years of life merit,” Madam Zhi Rui said: “Help Sister pass this disaster and flatten this calamity.”

Bian Qiao still walked outside, but turned her head back with a charming smile: “I will be sent to Jing Country in half a month. I need to have an accidental encounter with him.”

“I will arrange it.” Madam Zhi Rui reached out and wiped, the mirror was then empty, a moment later, it reflected her and Xiang Ling’er’s faces.

One young, one mature, one pure, one charming, one covered in blood, one with exquisite makeup.

“Who do you think will die first?” Madam Zhi Rui looked at the reflection in the bronze mirror and asked inexplicably.

It wasn’t that there was no response. Inside the quiet room, there was Xiang Ling’er’s innocent and unrestrained laughter.

But only the sound of laughter.

This world is bitter.

Some people have no childhood, some people are killed in their childhood.