78 Your Majesty 2

"Tsk tsk, indeed I am shameless, but I am still better than some Holy Mother White Lotus! However, with your level of intelligence, Gu Panpan, you are not even fit to be one of those Holy Mother White Lotus."

Luo Yin sneered while looking towards Shi Yun. Her freckles seemed to take on a look of scorn and disdain. Her gaze was full of disgust, as if Shi Yun, who was clad in snow-white clothes was dirty.

Shi Yun’s eyes darkened slightly, but to her, Luo Yin was nothing but a clown. Killing her would defile her own sword...

Besides, there would be somebody who will teach her a lesson.

Obviously, Gu Panpan was that kind of person. She was furiously angered by Luo Yin. She pounced towards Luo Yin like a furious lion cub, brandishing its claws.

Bam!

Luo Yin raised her foot and sent Gu Panpan flying with a kick. She took out a handkerchief and wiped the base of her shoe, saying with regret, "Although I have just kicked her with my foot, it seems that I cannot hold on to these shoes anymore! To lose my shoes for this one single kick, it is a loss! It's a f*cking loss!"

"You…"

Gu Panpan almost fainted from anger. She gritted her teeth tightly and spat out three words with all her might, "You are shameless!"

Seeing Luo Yin’s heartbroken expression, Gu Ruoyun laughed hysterically, "With your family’s fortune, buying a pair of shoes is as easy as eating a mouthful of rice."

"That is true, but this little slut isn’t even worth a copper. Even if we sold her, we can’t afford to buy these shoes of mine." Luo Yin shook her head and sighed, her eyes full of distress.

With that, even if Gu Panpan had a thicker face, she simply could not take any more insult. She chose to faint.

"Wait!"

Seeing that Gu Ruoyun was about to leave again, Shi Yun’s eyes darkened as she said, "You plan to leave, just like that?"

Her steps stopped slightly. Gu Ruoyun had her back facing Shi Yun, and her tone turned cold and dry, but it was as sharp as a sword.

"Can you stop me?"

After saying that, she did not linger anymore. She walked slowly into the Hundred Herb Hall, seemingly vanishing in Shi Yun’s pair of increasingly cold eyes…

Shi Yun balled her pink fists tightly, then slowly released them. She trained her pair of beautiful eyes at Qianbei Ye, who was about to follow Gu Ruoyun. There was sadness in her eyes.

"Have you truly forgotten about me?"

She could not believe, could not believe that this man had forgotten her.

If it were not for their marriage in a previous life, she would not have dreamt about him. Even though they did not interact much in the dream, but in the dream world, this man’s sword-wielding fighting figure had moved her soul. This made her believe that this man was her one true love.

Hence, no matter how wonderful the suitor, she was not impressed.

She had persisted to this day, for him to finally make an appearance.

Sadly, he did appear, but did not seem to recognize her…

If their fates were not intertwined, why would this peerlessly gorgeous man appear in her dream?

Moreover, Shi Yun had always been a strong believer in previous and present lives!

"Your gaze is disgusting!" A loathsome look flashed across Qianbei Ye’s eyes, "It is like you are attempting to rip all my clothes off! You are not Xiao Yun. Other than Xiao Yun, I do not wish for anybody else to look at me."

He could not explain it, but ever since the very first time seeing Shi Yun, it had made Qianbei Ye’s uncomfortable to the point where he felt his appetite ruined whenever she was within close proximity.

How uncomfortable!

"Xiao Ye..."

Listening to Qianbei Ye’s words, Shi Yun felt a sudden pang of pain in her heart. She wanted to say something, but a powerful killing intent had locked onto her in an instant. That instant, she felt like she had descended into hell, her body felt icy cold.

The breath of death surrounded Shi Yun, making her face turn pale. Her shocked gaze stared at the peerlessly beautiful but somewhat evil face.

"You do not deserve this name!"

Cold...

Shi Yun felt ice-cold all over, her mouth gaped open in silence. She could not utter a single word.