Chapter 922 Liu Qing Yu’s goal 12 ” (1/2)

Chapter 922 “Liu Qing Yu’s goal (12)”

“Believe, we of course believe you….” Jun Hao forces a charming smile to hide his own unease, “Mistress, having us go back to the Spirit Realm can’t be without reason. Do you have something you in mind for us?”

“Yes, you are right, I do want you two to do something while back there. However, I don’t have an exact mission yet aside from passing on information to me.”

“Passing information?” “Jun Hao appears surprised by the idea, “But how are we supposed to pass information to you?”

“The Spirit Realm is next to the Demon Realm. If anything happens then you can go to the border and have one of the demons carry the message to me. If I ever find out you withheld crucial information then you better pray to the heavens.”

At the thought of the consequences of having his gut melting through due to the toxin, Jun Hao immediately went on a slew of promises and vows to indicate his loyalty. “Don’t worry Mistress, we will definitely report any information we come across to you. You have my absolute loyalty.”

“Are you done with the flattery yet?” Bai Yan’s gaze narrowed into a warning look, “If you are done then get going. I don’t care if you have to beg or plea to those who lost their loved ones, you must get their forgiveness.”

The two ‘slaves’ exchanged a look of helplessness, their faces bittersweet at their own predicament. They know, the path ahead of themselves are going to be a rough and difficult one….

“Di Cang, let’s go see my shifus and grandparents. Its very likely they still haven’t left yet.” She then stretches lazily like its still early despite it being late into the afternoon.

“Mother!” Then from out of the blue, a tiny little guy rushes over from the front and directly crashed into her stomach, causing even Bai Yan to stumble back a few steps in the process.

All teary and pitiful in the face: “Mother, did Baddie Father hurt you last night? I heard your tragic cries last night, but Great-grandfather and them won’t let me come and save you no matter what….”

Tragic cries?

Bai Yan’s face was as dark as it comes. Turning rigidly to the one responsible: “Di Cang, yesterday…. Did I really cry out that tragically?”