The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 335 - 335 335 The Trap of Refining Mo

335: Chapter 335: The Trap of Refining Mo 335: Chapter 335: The Trap of Refining Mo The pitch-black night, desolate surroundings, a woman dressed in a white gauze garment clung tightly to a man’s waist.

The white gauze and robe seemed to merge into one under the moonlight, and pearly tears fell like beads off a broken string.

Nightmare gently struggled out of Illusion Fox’s embrace, pushed with both hands, and the white garment still bore traces of blood.

“Nightmare, listen to my explanation, things aren’t as you imagine, I…” Illusion Fox showed a face full of eagerness and regret, her tears uncontrollably streaming down like a wife caught in infidelity by her husband.

“We have had no relation for a long time, you don’t need to explain so much to me.” On Nightmare’s face was an icy expression, beneath which lay a hint of anger, and of course, this look was something only Illusion Fox, once the “one beside his pillow,” would recognize.

“No, listen to me explain.” Illusion Fox, in her urgency, grabbed Nightmare’s arms and shook them non-stop.

“Since that stab of yours last time, we have severed all ties.” Nightmare pointed at his left chest, where Illusion Fox had personally thrust the knife.

“No, I’m sorry, huh, how come you didn’t die…” As soon as Illusion Fox spoke, she realized she misspoke and immediately shut up, inadvertently implying she wished Nightmare was dead.

“Heh, seems I’ve disappointed you then.” Nightmare gave a self-deprecating snort.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that, what I mean is…” Illusion Fox spoke in a rush, unable to keep her words coherent, which only deepened Nightmare’s misunderstanding.

“Last time I was too impulsive, I shouldn’t have done that.”

“It doesn’t matter now; I’m not dead anyway.” Nightmare said indifferently, his face as aloof as an iceberg, laughing at himself.

“If my heart hadn’t been a bit further to the right, your wish would have come true.”

“I’m truly sorry, I didn’t do it intentionally.” Illusion Fox hung her head in remorse, frantically trying to explain.

“You have to believe me, I didn’t mean it.”

“Alright then, explain to me what that act with Wu Zijian was all about.” Nightmare couldn’t take Illusion Fox’s explanations anymore and suddenly roared loudly.

“I’m saying, this was the order given to me by Refining Mo; he commanded me to come here to seduce and assassinate Wu Zijian, I was just following his order.” Illusion Fox, seeing a chance to explain, reacted as if she were granted a special pardon, promptly clarifying.

“Assassinate?

Do you need to spend half an hour in bed with him before assassinating him?” Nightmare said with sarcasm, to him, Illusion Fox’s explanation seemed weak.

“This is…

this was the order Refining Mo gave me, he told me to do it for half an hour before…”

“Enough, you think I’m a fool?” Nightmare interrupted her directly, sneering continuously in the end, a laughter born from extreme anger.

“It’s true, why won’t you believe me?” Illusion Fox, desperate, tears running down, regardless of how she explained, Nightmare just wouldn’t believe her, she gripped his arm tightly in agitation.

“Get lost.” Nightmare fiercely shook off Illusion Fox’s hand and backhanded her with a slap straight across her fair cheek.

Silence, the loud and crisp slap rang clearly in the silent night.

Watching the reddening swelling on Illusion Fox’s cheek, Nightmare was speechless, and in the wilderness, only the sound of their breaking hearts remained…

“It’s truly lamentable.” At this moment, a hoarse voice rang from afar, and both individuals turned their heads to look.

“Refining Mo, it’s actually you.” The two said in unison as Refining Mo advanced step by step towards them.

“Illusion Fox, you’ve done well.

Nightmare has been poisoned.

He cannot exert his full Inner Strength for twenty-four hours.” Refining Mo spoke indifferently, like a clap of thunder in Nightmare’s head, causing him to take a deep breath.

He attempted to channel the Inner Strength within his Dantian and meridians, but even after many tries, he could only muster a tenth of his Inner Strength.

“Nightmare, this isn’t my doing, truly.” Illusion Fox looked at Nightmare’s crimson cheeks in disbelief.

Suddenly, Nightmare’s face twisted in pain, and blood sprayed from his mouth.

“Nightmare, now you see, even a hero can’t overcome the entanglement of a beauty.

You’ve fallen for a beauty’s ploy,” Refining Mo appeared to sneer while Illusion Fox glared at him with resentment.

“Nightmare, I really didn’t do this, come, let me take you out of here.” Illusion Fox extended her hand to help Nightmare up, only to be pushed away by him.

“You poisonous woman, you…” Nightmare cursed in a low voice, howled in pain, his furious gaze like that of a wild beast, causing Illusion Fox’s heart to skip a beat.

“This is a specially-made powder, colorless and odorless, designed to counter cultivators.

Without the antidote, one cannot exert their original Inner Strength for twenty-four hours.

Illusion Fox, you’ve done very well.” Refining Mo said with a smile, slowly approaching the two.

“Refining Mo, you’ve framed me.” Illusion Fox shouted hysterically, immediately realizing this was Refining Mo’s trap; recalling the white gauze clothes before setting off—it was Refining Mo who personally delivered it.

The powder must have been applied to it.

“How can you call it framing?

You were the one who brought the powder to Nightmare.

You agreed to it after all,” Refining Mo feigned innocence.

“I never agreed to any of this, why are you framing me?” At this point, Illusion Fox had lost her senses, respect for Refining Mo gone, leaving only a heart full of rage.

“Ha-ha, don’t worry, I won’t kill Nightmare.

How heartbroken you would be if your dear one died, especially since it relied so much on you,” Refining Mo laughed triumphantly.

“Heh, just with the two of you, you think you can take me away.” Nightmare struggled to stand up, his body trembling, still clutching two pitch-black halberds in his hands.

“Still so defiant at death’s door,” a hint of displeasure crossed Refining Mo’s face as he drew a dark blue long knife, slowly advancing.

“Stop, you stop right there.” At that moment, Illusion Fox suddenly stood out, spreading her arms in front of Nightmare, a long whip in hand, warily facing Refining Mo.

“Illusion Fox, what do you think you’re doing?

Would you betray me as well?” Refining Mo showed a shocked expression, sternly reprimanding her.

“I won’t let you touch him,” Illusion Fox stood firm against Refining Mo’s threats, staunchly guarding Nightmare.

“Do you think I don’t know about last time?

If you hadn’t held back, Nightmare would have died already.

I gave you a chance before; don’t be ungrateful,” Refining Mo threatened.

“Nightmare, now do you believe me?

I really didn’t know about any of this,” Illusion Fox, ignoring Refining Mo, turned and said tenderly to the weakened Nightmare.

“You should go now, don’t worry about me.

It’s impossible to escape with me in tow.

Go quickly and seek Netherworld King,” Nightmare’s eyes flashed with a hint of tenderness, forcefully pushing her away.