What! The Wives in My Dreams Are Real? novel Chapter 1262

"Big bro, what is that sound? Why does it sound so weird?

Hey—wait, why are you covering my ears?"

Little White was baffled, utterly unable to figure out what Ye Yu was doing.

"See no impropriety, hear no impropriety!

Master Zhu, what do we do now? Do we wait a bit? Or...?"

Ye Yu handed the choice over to Zhu Xincheng.

Honestly, he had no interest in listening to other people talk about their feelings.

He especially didn’t want to kill the mood at a time like this. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

As hateful as Xue Hen was, barging in by kicking the door—that’s how you end up ‘hurting your eyes,’ and Ye Yu wasn’t about to do that.

Zhu Xincheng muttered, "Wait for what? Just call him out directly."

With that settled, Ye Yu planted one hand on his hip and shouted, "Xue Hen, get out here and meet us!"

The instant the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

"How do you know his name?"

Zhu Xincheng’s icy voice snapped out at once.

This time the killing intent was laid bare.

Ye Yu instantly went on full alert.

Damn—those ‘heart-to-heart’ sounds were so comically distracting he’d forgotten the role he was supposed to be playing.

No good; he needed a proper reason fast, or who knew what Zhu Xincheng might do.

Ye Yu’s thoughts raced, then he put on a mournful face and said, "It’s a heartbreaking love story—it happened in winter. I had a childhood sweetheart.

Xue Hen stole her from me.

I wanted to challenge him, but I wasn’t strong enough, so I’ve had to endure until now.

You ask how I know his name, and how I know how to open the formation here.

That’s because, because..."

Here Ye Yu’s voice thickened with sobs, and he deliberately trailed off.

Sometimes, unfinished words let the imagination run wild.

What you fill in yourself is always more convincing than what someone else says.

Sure enough, Zhu Xincheng fell silent.

Women truly are prone to empathy.

A tragic, stirring love story bloomed in her mind.

So she had misunderstood Ye Yu?

His childhood sweetheart must have had reasons she couldn’t resist and was forced to submit to Xue Hen, but to secretly meet Ye Yu, she told him how to open the formation.

Tsk, tsk—what a miserable pair of mandarin ducks!

Zhu Xincheng’s breathing quickened, then she said coldly, "In half an hour I’ll seal all of Xue Hen’s divine power and hand him over to you to do with as you please."

"Many thanks."

Ye Yu hurried to thank her—and clapped a hand over Little White’s mouth.

No helping it; a story like that might fool Zhu Xincheng, but it wouldn’t fool Little White.

If that guy started blabbing, the tale would pop like a bubble.

Then Ye Yu would have to keep spinning explanations.

He was not going to let that happen.

Two breaths later—

Disheveled, Xue Hen rushed out of the dojo.

Rage twisted his features.

Having your heart-to-heart interrupted—who could tolerate that?

The moment he saw Ye Yu, Xue Hen turned into a streak of light and shot over!

He stopped, steady, ten meters away.

The air roared around him, whipping Ye Yu’s robe so it snapped and fluttered.

"Brat, who are you? How did you break into this place?

You’d better have a good reason, or I’ll tear you to pieces!"

Falling Thunder Mountain was indeed a cultivation dojo Xue Hen’s master had fought to secure for him.

But it still counted as a Jiyue Pavilion cultivation site.

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