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Chapter 642: The Thoughts of the Demon Emperor Young Master

Thinking about it, Qiu Gaohe was scared to the point of suffering a choking fit thanks to Ling Chuxi the last time. Since losing all of his reputation and suffering a loss, he would also surely have found a countermeasure after such a long period of time. There was a need to switch to a new method.

Poison was still poison, but as to how to use it, that was another matter.

Ling Chuxi quietly retreated and found a suitable spot to set up a trap before scattering poisonous powder over the whole area. Luckily, the last time she exchanged blows with Chu Fengyun and the rest, Wu Feng Hall’s thousand over people were dedicated to their performance and Ling Chuxi also very cooperatively waved her hands emptily for quite a while. Otherwise, no matter how much poisonous powder she had, she would have long since scattered it all away.

After setting up the trap, Ling Chuxi carefully removed all noticeable traces of it and then took a few steps back. Seeing that everything was in order without a flaw, she smiled in satisfaction. However, she did not immediately take action and instead moved a couple of steps away and set up another trap. After that, she set up a third, and fourth traps...

Ye Qianhe and the people of the Qiu family were all experts in using poison. Trying to use a single trap to suppress them was too difficult. It was better to have a couple more as insurance.

At this moment, a few pairs of eyes were watching from a distance, observing everything Ling Chuxi was doing. Looking at her deft actions and the smirk at the corner of her lips, the few of them watched on with eyes popped open and mouths agape.

“Too shameless, too despicable. She’s setting so many traps, one after another. Even if Lord Demon Emperor came, I’m afraid that even he would have fallen for her tricks,” gasped Xiao Rou, putting a hand to his little peach of a mouth as his face turned pale. Half of his reaction was because he was shocked, the other half was because he was cold. As a snake type monster beast, even though he possessed the ancient demon king bloodline, it was hard to stop instructively trembling on such an icy cold day with snow on the ground.

“Take a look, guys. This is what is called ‘a woman’s heart is the most venomous’. In the future, both of you have to open your eyes wide and be on guard,” Young Master Zhen Ye said in a very experienced manner. Amongst the three of them on site, it was only he who had the experience of being ravaged and therefore the right to comment on this.

“So, it turns out that this is what is ‘a woman’s heart is the most venomous’ truly means. I had always thought that Xiao Rou was venomous enough, but it turns out that Ling Chuxi is even more venomous than Xiao Rou,” Big Black Face said in agreement.

“You dead fatty. Why are you using me as an example of ‘a woman’s heart is the most venomous’? Whose heart is the most venomous? This old lady is a real man! More real than you!” yelled Xiao Rou, almost leaping up like a cat whose tail got stepped on as he pointed his orchid finger stance at Big Black Face.

“Shut up, we can’t let her notice us,” said Zhen Ye, covering Xiao Rou’s mouth as stress lines crept across his forehead.

‘This old lady is a real man! More real than you!’ Why did these words sound more wrong the more he thought about them?

“Young Master, when they take action later, we will strike her from behind and avenge you,” Big Black Face said to Zhen Ye in a fawning manner. Although this fellow appeared to be naïve, his brain was very good and could tell that Ling Chuxi had set up the traps to deal with one of the two old men who were going against the other four in the mountain valley.

“Hmph, striking from behind? Is this kind of despicable, shameless thing we monster beasts do? Just wait till my ancient demon emperor bloodline awakens, then I will uprightly defeat her and wipe away the shame of the past with blood,” Zhen Ye said heroically.

“Young Master is wise. Indeed, this is our successor and future demon emperor,” Big Black Face desperately nodded and flattered Zhen Ye.

“But what if she is killed by those people instead?” asked Xiao Rou after struggling free of Zhen Ye’s muffling hold and catching his breath.

“How can my enemy die at the hands of others? If one is to attack her, only I can be that one,” Zhen Ye said proudly.

“What you mean to say is that we should help her?” Big Black Face asked, not daring to be sure.

“Of course. She is the object of my, the future dignified demon emperor’s, great hatred. How could I borrow the hands of another to eliminate her?” Zhen Ye said.

“Young Master is direct in repaying grace and revenge, outrightly and openly. It truly makes one who witnesses it exclaim in awe. It is a pity that Young Master was born ten thousand years late. Otherwise, with your wisdom and talent, how could we have lost at the hands of all the various great sects back then? Sigh, it is such a pity. How lamentable,” Big Black Face exclaimed continuously, buttering up Zhen Ye madly.