Divine Emperor Of Death Chapter 382
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Davis turned confused but since his little sister wasn't going to continue with this awkward topic that made him uncomfortable, it worked well for him.
He didn't reply but his thoughts moved back to Princess Shirley's lonely back.
He was well aware of Princess Shirley's feelings towards him currently. He can even guess that the origin point where Princess Shirley started to have feelings for him was after the incident that took place in her royal palace.
Where he had saved her from being a victim to an aphrodisiac.
That was a twist that even he didn't see it coming. If it weren't for those three women who harmed Evelynn, two of them to be exact, none of this wouldn't have happened.
Princess Shirley's feelings were something that he couldn't reciprocate after he had confirmed his intimacy with Evelynn, especially after he gave the latter his word, that he would listen to her arrangements regarding other 'women'.
There was no way he was getting together with Shirley unless...
Davis shook his head thinking that he was getting off track with his thoughts.
He promptly descended down and looked at the mountainous range that covered the entirety of the region.
Clara gently sighed as she followed suit behind her brother.
She wanted to tell her elder brother about Shirley's determination during the latter's Fire Phoenix Trial but she then remembered about her sister-in-law; Evelynn.
The feelings she felt now was complicated since she wanted to support Evelynn but also support her friend...
'Friend!? Is this the feeling of having a friend?' Clara thought as she placed a single hand on her bosoms.
In comparison to the emotions she felt, the relationship she had with Ellia seemed superficial even though she once called her a friend due to her brother's trickery.
Leaving that to the back of her mind, she had already seen the consequences of a man having a harem with her own eyes, who was none other than her father.
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She was well aware that discord would be born due to jealousy and other negative emotions when people were distressed because they didn't like what they were seeing.
If she ruined the relationship between her elder brother and her sister-in-law, she felt that she would turn guilty of separating them for her entire life.
If the worst comes to pass, then not only would she ruin her sister-in-law's life but also ruin her newly made friend's life.
Suddenly, she felt that it was a good thing she stopped herself from speaking, otherwise, she knew that the words once said could never be taken back.
The importance and the weight of words... she knew it all too well since her entire ocular powers were used to see through a person's true self.
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Tiantai, China.
There were a lot of places to sightsee in this mountainous region, especially it's historical architecture and the scenery had been preserved for the sake of cultural significance.
Near the Tiantai Mountain Hot Spring Resort, a few mountain villas belonged to the rich, the residences where they visit during the holidays or rent it out for their friends and VIPs to gain wealth out of it.
In a certain mountain villa that covered an area of 1,000 square feet and had about three floors, there stayed a single soul. The person was on the second floor, sitting on a sofa while drowning in alcohol.
A woman who wore loose clothes revealing most of her skin. A loose sleeveless tank-top that slid off her shoulder, tantalizingly revealing her side bosom, shorts that seemed to hold on to her slim thighs.
In her hand was an alcohol bottle that she quickly lifted it up and placed it on her lips as she consumed while gulping sounds echoed throughout the wide living hall.
In the living hall, TV and the other devices which one would have for recreation and entertainment were nowhere to be seen, instead, there was a box-like device that seemed to be a replacement for entertainment.
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The living hall though clean without dust, seemed like a mess with wrappers from snacks strewn apart on the floor and even the sofa the woman sat on.
*Giku!~*
...*Clang!~*
The woman dropped the alcohol bottle that was in her hand on the floor as she hiccuped but the bottle seemed not to break. Instead, it rolled to the side where the balcony extended outside of the mountain cliff.
The woman extended her hands as she tried to get the alcohol bottle back but slowly realized that she had swallowed the contents until there were only a few drops left.
Taking back her hands, she instantly abandoned all thoughts of picking up the bottle from the floor with a stupid smile on her face.
*Giku!~*
She hiccuped again as her expression dazed while she slowly stood up, wobbling her way to the cupboard that held a few more alcohol bottles.
She neared and pulled open the cupboard, taking a new alcohol bottle with her other hand on the cupboard hold as she smiled with a silly expression on her face.
It was like the woman was an alcohol addict who liked to drink until she fainted.
However, just when she tried to open the cork of the sealed alcohol bottle...
*Clang!~*
Her heartbeat audibly increased and she instantly turned to see the source of the mysterious yet creepy noise.
A shadowy silhouette stood on the balcony, and the alcohol bottle that rolled slowly to the balcony was beside the shadowy silhouette's feet.
The shadowy figure took a step of the bottle and walked towards her without even making a sound.
Seeing the shadow come closer, the woman visibly panicked through her blurry eyes and threw the bottle at the incoming silhouette but her brows widened in shock.
She noticed the other party catch the bottle in its hands as if the speed she threw weren't anything to be fazed at.
Even in her dizziness, she instantly moved, instinctively.
Just when she got another bottle from the cupboard and tried to throw it, she got a glimpse of the silhouette's face, except it was blurry to her eyes.
Nevertheless...
"It's you..." The woman uttered while the silhouette stopped advancing, except the silhouette was no longer a silhouette since the dim light from the room seemed to illuminate the shadowy figure.
A man with a familiar hair, eyes, nose, and lips entered her view. However, it seemed to be going blurry as it coincided with an unfamiliar person.
"Hahaha!"
The woman suddenly started to laugh as if she went crazy. As her laugh echoed throughout the room, she seemed to murmur something as if she expected this to happen.
"The d-doctor said I would start to h-hallucinate soon but I didn't think that it would be this soon! Hahaha!"
Her words were incoherent but the male figure who was standing in front of her seemed to understand her words when he saw a table beside that had injections on top of it.
Drugs?
The male figure furrowed his brows.
"Hahaha, you came to see me again, just like you did in the past..."
The woman removed the cork from the bottle that was in her hands and held the opening down her throat, taking the in the contents as she gulped.
The alcohol overflowed from her mouth, staining her tank-top shirt and even her shorts.
Heaving a sigh of content, she hiccuped and pointed at the male figure, "How devious!"
"N-not only did you murder my father b-but you also took my heart with you, Pei!" The woman spat by the side and looked at the male figure, her eyes filled with hatred, "If I had known that before, I've never would've liked you in the first place, Tian Long, you asshole!"
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