The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father
Chapter 109: s.n.a.t.c.hing What"s Mine, Shameless
If he presents these commonplace things, wouldn"t he be throwing his own face?
Thinking of this, Di Ming Jue gives Han Ye a cold glare.
Han Ye feels that he is truly wronged.
Yanwu Continent’s domain is too weak and it"s really incapable of providing any support. They can"t bring any treasures from the Xiuxian Continent down here, is this still his fault?
“Jun Shang, look over there. I could see several jewelries that are fairly decent, barely… just barely worthy of Miss Muyan.”
Di Ming Jue turns to look and sees a fine gla.s.s cabinet at the corner of this large shop.
There are several pieces of jewelry in the cabinet.
They do look a bit better than those vulgar things lying around.
When Di Ming Jue sees a white jade hairpin among them, his eyes brighten.
Looking at this white jade hairpin, it"s glossy and translucent frame, the agate inside seems like flowing liquid under the light.
The most impressive part is how the hairpin is shaped into a phoenix tail.
There is no other color adorning it, but the workmans.h.i.+p on this white jade itself gives off a sense of grace and elegance.
Hmph, this jade hairpin is just barely worthy of his woman.
Di Ming Jue quickly goes to gla.s.s cabinet and slender fingers gently press against the gla.s.s.
The gla.s.s turns to powder in an instant.
The white jade hairpin inside is revealed, looking even more vibrant and unusually n.o.ble.
Di Ming Jue reaches out to take the hairpin. Just as he picks it up, he suddenly feels that his hand seems heavy.
He could see that the other end of the jade hairpin is grabbed by a small fair hand.
Di Ming Jue frowns, as he really hates it when his stuff is touched by other people.
Of course, Muyan is an exception.
He raises his head to look at the other person, only to stare blankly for a moment.
Standing before him and holding on to the white jade, is a young boy of about four or five years old.
His small pink face is pouting, the five features are exquisite and beautiful, a clean jade that is unspeakably adorable.
Still, that pair of ice blue eyes are really the most noticeable.
Although there is no change of expression on that face, those big eyes seem to reflect the brilliance of the sun, moon, and stars. It can make people unconsciously drawn to them.
When Di Ming Jue sees the child in front of him, he looks so distracted in his interest.
His heart swells with an inexplicable and bizzare emotion.
He really hates it when other people touches what"s his. Except for Muyan, all the mortals in Yanwu Continent are no different from ants in his gaze, he feels disinclined to even look at them.
But for some reason, he is completely unable to move his hand against the little boy in front of him.
At this time, he hears the little boy"s icy voice, “Let go!”
After that, he tugs hard to try and take the jade hairpin away.
How could Di Ming Jue let others take what"s his? His face darkens, and the inexplicable emotions in his heart are instantly dispelled.
He narrows his eyes and coldly states: “Little one, I saw this first.”
“I saw it first!” an icy, childish voice responds to him, “s.n.a.t.c.hing my things, shameless!”
On the other side, Han Ye sucks in a cool breath and his complexion turns pale.
G.o.d, is this child tired of living? He actually dared to criticize Jun Shang as shameless?
There"s already an awe-inspiring, chilling glow in Di Ming Jue’s eyes. He unconsciously releases an invisible pressure, “You, say that one more time if you have the nerve.”
From the dreadful pressure, the air within the shop seems to freeze in an instant.
The proprietor and guests in the Treasure Pavilion are all startled.
Some people frantically run away, and some s.h.i.+ver and hide under the tables. Even Han Ye has an aghast expression in his eyes.
Strangely enough, the young boy who is bearing the brunt of Di Ming Jue’s pressure seems to feel nothing at all.
The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father