The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife-Chapter 1785: The Devil

Xi Weizhi cocked his head to the side. The mask obscured his expression but not the indifference and cruelty in his pitch-black eyes.

Despite his captivating voice, his words carried a tinge of cruelty. “Oh, is it a misunderstanding? So what?”

Anling Yan immediately stopped in her tracks. Looking into Weizhi’s eyes, a chill ran over her body, making her tremble.

Uncle An immediately walked up to Xi Yue, knelt, and said, “My young master and his subordinates are ignorant and have offended you, Mr. Xi. They didn’t mean any disrespect. Please forgive them!”

Xi Yue noticed Uncle An’s darting eyes and Anling Yan’s pale complexion. She grinned and said, “Weizhi, if you’ve had enough fun, let them go.”

Xi Weizhi turned his head and glanced at Xi Yue. He flicked his hand and dispelled those red energy threads.

With a tinge of regret in his eyes, Xi Weizhi opened his palm and examined his fair hand, which was devoid of any hint of blood.

He couldn’t shake the joy of seeing vibrant red blood, fueling a boiling urge. The desire to paint his pale hand red, bathing it in blood, surged within him.

Suddenly, a warm hand patted his back.

Even through the thin fabric of his clothes, he could feel the softness and warmth of a woman’s palm, along with her melodious, yet icy voice saying, “Thanks!”

A short phrase and a quick pat caught Xi Weizhi off guard for a moment. A smile spread on his face without him realizing it, hidden beneath the mask.

Of course, Xi Yue knew perfectly well that Weizhi was defending her because the young man insulted her indiscriminately and even threatened to chop off her hands.

Xi Yue wasn’t a saint. After being insulted for no reason, she would be upset even if it was a misunderstanding!

Sure enough, she would want to seek an explanation for her displeasure too. Weizhi just did the work for her, which was perfect.

Anling Yan quickly snapped back to reality. She darted to the young man in white clothes and helped him up, “Brother, are you okay?”

Pain coursed through the young man’s body. As he channeled his spiritual power to mend his wound, he stood up and groaned incessantly.

“Yan, how are you? Did those two bastards bully you?”

The words escaped from the young man’s mouth scared Anling Yan out of her wits. She swiftly glanced at Xi Wezhi and was relieved to see the devil wasn’t getting angry.

She hurriedly corrected the young man, “Stop spouting nonsense, brother. These two gentlemen saved my life. Without their help, Qing Yuanzhi would have laid his hands on me and Uncle An… Brother, stop being disrespectful!”

Talking recklessly would cost your life, dear brother!

“Really?” The young man was taken aback. He cast a skeptical gaze at Xi Yue and Xi Weizhi. When his gaze landed on Xi Weizhi, he instinctively shuddered with fear due to the pain coursing through his body.

Uncle An quickly stepped forward and assured, “Young master, it is absolutely true, and I can testify to it. The esteemed Messrs saved us. Otherwise, Qing Yuanzhi would have taken the young lady away long ago.”

Anling Yan looked at Xi Yue cautiously and said, “Mr. Xi, this is my eldest brother, Anling Yao. He acted out of line earlier, so please don’t hold it against him. I’m apologizing on his behalf!”

Xi Yue smiled faintly and said nothing.

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