Chapter 1463 - 1440: Three Goddesses—He Took Two, So Envious!
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Upon hearing this, Ling Mengmeng’s complexion improved. She glanced at Ling Fufu with satisfaction, snorted, and then her delicate face turned a shade of bashful red. "Thank you, Patriarch. I will do my utmost to win over Ye Huan, regardless of how many difficulties lie ahead. I’m willing to do whatever it takes."
"Very well, very well, old me will cheer for you!"
Ling Wuye laughed heartily, gave Ling Mengmeng a thumbs up, and then winked at Ling Fufu, who was glaring furiously. "Fufu, did you see that? Ye Huan is quite popular. Even if you don’t marry him, there are plenty of women eager to do so. So you should consider quickly, otherwise, you’ll miss out on Ye Huan and regret it in tears!"
"Tch, you make it sound like I care!" Ling Fufu crossed her arms, turned her head away, but inwardly felt a subtle discomfort and irritation.
Ling Mengmeng tucked the stray hair behind her ear and with her long, slender, and white stockings-clad legs, left the preparation area.
Ye Huan was about to return the love letter to her, but unexpectedly, Ling Luzhou snatched it from him.
"Just accept her feelings, why return it? Really," Ling Luzhou mumbled, casually stuffed the love letter into his pocket, clearly indicating: Refusing Ling Mengmeng was not an option!
Ye Huan was utterly speechless, overwhelmed by absurdity!
"Alright, prepare for the test," Ling Luzhou said, heading to the audience area with Ye Bingning.
As soon as they left, only Ye Huan and Ling Fufu were in the preparation area.
The reason for the sparsity is simple: not many want to participate in this test.
To comprehend the Cyan Lotus Sword Technique, sounds easy to say, but the difficulty of training in the Cyan Lotus Sword Technique is notoriously high throughout the Ling Family, known by all.
No one would be arrogant enough to think they could suddenly grasp this second ultimate move of the Ling Family, so most of the Ling Family disciples who had taken the strength and agility tests went to the audience area, only planning to admire the complete version of the Cyan Lotus Sword Technique, without any real intention to participate in the comprehension test.
The preparation area was empty. Looking at Ling Fufu sulking a hundred meters away, Ye Huan felt immensely awkward, thinking it was like trouble falling from the sky.
He hadn’t done anything, and yet how did he manage to upset Ling Fufu?
Women are really troublesome.
Ye Huan sighed, but still braced himself and approached, patting Ling Fufu’s shoulder twice, "Alright, don’t be angry. What’s there to be angry about? I just said I don’t want to marry you. Anyway, you don’t want to marry me, right? Childhood betrothals are outdated, and I didn’t intend to return to the Ling Family, Ling Wuye doesn’t have the right to betroth me."
"You’re so annoying, stop talking to me," Ling Fufu said impatiently, stepping away quickly.
Under the blazing sun, the area around her lower back was particularly prominent, seeming utterly alluring.
Ye Huan dared not look longer, he shifted his gaze, rolling his eyes upward. He felt he was too idle, trying to comfort an unreasonable, sulking woman.
Even if the Queen Mother herself descended to Earth, an unreasonable sulking woman may still not be appeased.
Actually, Ling Fufu wasn’t angry, just very annoyed!
Why annoyed?
Because ever since she was young, she had been very reluctant about marriage. Since learning that she might have to marry the leader of the Hundred Tribes, she was thinking about how to escape from the grasp of the Hundred Tribes leader.
It was as though Ling Fufu always believed that as long as she wanted to marry the leader, it would just be a matter of words. The issue was, she didn’t want to marry him at all, resulting in her constantly contemplating how to evade this marriage.
What it amounted to was, she never imagined that the leader of the Hundred Tribes might not want to marry her!
Ling Fufu was always thinking about avoiding this, unaware that there was no need to consider avoidance, the leader of the Hundred Tribes hadn’t any intention of marrying her!
It made her feel like a clown, birthing an enormous sense of defeat within her!
Ling Fufu clenched her pink fists, becoming increasingly unwilling the more she thought. What was wrong with her, why doesn’t Ye Huan want to marry her? Now she was just a clown, utterly ridiculous!
"Wow, did you see that? Fufu cousin is angry! And it seems like she’s angry from jealousy over Mengmeng cousin!"
"Seems like it! This makes Zhiyuan cousin an even bigger laughing stock. Zhiyuan cousin only manages to provoke Fufu’s anger, but Ye Huan doesn’t do anything, yet makes Fufu jealous and start sulking. The difference is too grand, it’s unparalleled!"
"Moreover, just look closely at Fufu cousin standing there, like a descending fairy, whereas Ye Huan with his handsome appearance possesses an aura of royalty. Just like Elder Wang Feng said, they’re a perfect match!"
"It’s as though Fufu cousin was born such a beauty with such charisma to become Ye Huan’s wife! Ye Huan’s regal aura seems destined to conquer Fufu cousin!"
"Indeed, actually, I’ve realized for a long time, Fufu and Ye Huan are a great match. It may be embarrassing to admit, but that’s one major reason for my jealousy of Ye Huan, leading to the rumor I spread about him taking forbidden drugs!"
"Alas! Now Zhiyuan cousin truly has no hope. Fufu cousin will definitely become one of Ye Huan’s wives in the future. Ye Huan is truly living a divine life! The acknowledged number one goddess in the Endless Deep Mountains, the unattainable dream lover of many, is about to become Ye Huan’s companion bedside! We can only sigh sorrowfully, feeling pitiful!"
"There’s no helping it, it’s pitiful but it has to be, what can we do when Ye Huan and Fufu cousin truly match so well? For people like us, even to fantasize about Fufu cousin is a colossal sin, we’re not even qualified!"
In the audience area, the Ling Family disciples engaged in fervent discussion, while they exchanged opinions, their gazes slyly veered towards Ling Zhiyuan, who was just waking from a fainting spell.