日本一卡二卡三卡四卡2021

Chapter 891: Longevity

Translator: Vesper

It was not that Ning Meng Yao wanted to suspect Wei Luo but she had no choice but to think that way. After all, she felt that Feng Xiao was the kind of person that was very difficult to control. How could Wei Luo guarantee what he would do?

She had no way to guarantee her own affairs, let alone other people’s affairs.

Although the idea she initially suggested was a little dangerous, it was more persuasive. After all, it was the truth that Song Li had poisoned her.

Wei Luo frowned as she looked at Ning Meng Yao. She did not expect this problem to arise. She glanced at Ning Meng Yao and sighed, then she said helplessly, “So what do you want to do?”

“Tian Chang, I think we should still follow my plan, shouldn’t we?” Ning Meng Yao looked at Qiao Tian Chang seriously. Her eyes showed no pleading nor compromise, instead, they showed determination.

Because it was very important to her.

Qiao Tian Chang wanted to refute Ning Meng Yao, but when he saw her perseverance, he could not say anything and he even thought of agreeing with her.

Qiao Tian Chang’s eyebrows furrowed tightly as the expression on his face became very unsightly.

“Tian Chang...” Ning Meng Yao also knew that her request was too much. She would also not agree if Qiao Tian Chang had made such a request.

Qiao Tian Chang’s eyes flickered slightly, then he said, “Ask someone to disguise as you.”

Ning Meng Yao was stunned. “Tian Chang, what do you mean?”

“It’s like what you’re thinking. If you disagree, then I would rather we take a detour.” He still could not allow Ning Meng Yao to take the risk, this was his only condition if they really had to follow her idea.

“But...”

“Little Yao’er, I think it’s better that you follow Tian Chang’s suggestion. If I were Tian Chang, I would not even have this negotiation at all. I would only allow us to take a detour.” When Ning Meng Yao was about to speak, Yu Feng interrupted and persuaded her with what he would do.

“Yes, Yao’er. You were so angry when Tian Chang was injured and now you’re just replacing him with you. If anything happened to you, Tian Chang may not forgive himself. So Yao’er, don’t be capricious.” Situ Xuan spoke right after Yu Feng.

Ning Meng Yao anxiously scratched her head as she looked at them. She wanted to say something but she just nodded helplessly in the end.

“Err... okay, fine.”

Everyone had already agreed to it. It would not change since only Ning Meng Yao was against it, instead, it would only hurt those who cared about her.

Seeing that Ning Meng Yao had agreed, Qiao Tian Chang was greatly relieved. As long as she was not the one going to sacrifice herself, he was relieved.

Wei Luo felt envious looking at the way they all got along.

What was the point of her having this ability but losing such warm feelings?

“Meng Yao, sometimes I really envy you. No. Sometimes I’m really jealous of you.” Wei Luo murmured while smiling bitterly at Ning Meng Yao.

Ning Meng Yao looked at Wei Luo strangely, “Why do you say that?”

“Nothing, I just think you are really enviable. You have such a good husband, a great group of friends, and very cute children...” Wei Luo smiled bitterly at Ning Meng Yao.

Ning Meng Yao pursed her lips tightly and looked at Wei Luo. “You also have Feng’er.”

“Feng’er?” Wei Luo smiled bitterly again and shook her head. “Meng Yao, I will not see him again anymore. You guys; Please don’t tell him these things. I hope you can help me take good care of him.”

“Why?” Ning Meng Yao was a little puzzled and a little angry. “Did she dislike Feng’er so much?”

“How could I dislike Feng’er? It’s just that I have my responsibilities and my mission.” Wei Luo murmured softly while looking at the people in front of her.

Yu Feng took a glance at Wei Luo, and suddenly said, “According to history, if a prophet is slightly more powerful, their life expectancy would not exceed forty years old.”

Wei Luo nodded. “You’re right, but you’re also wrong. It’s not forty years old, but not more than thirty-five years old, and I’m already thirty-four years old this year.” Wei Luo’s voice was so soft that some people could not hear her clearly.

“What?” Ning Meng Yao was shocked. She stared at Wei Luo with disbelief, how could things turn out like this?