Spoiled By the Young Master After Reborn In the 80s-Chapter 896: Eight hundred and ninety-four, next scene

Lu Hanmo’s cold and stern eyes emitted a piercing chill, and the icy aura from his body instantly dropped the room’s atmosphere to freezing, making one wonder if a cutting cold wind had just started blowing inside the room.

"Don’t look at me like that! I’m so scared!" Feng Yuhua said with a captivating smile, lightly patting her own impressive chest in an especially seductive manner. In reality, she was somewhat afraid of Lu Hanmo. That day, she only felt Lu Hanmo’s strength but did not pay much attention to it. Only now did she realize that Lu Hanmo was even more powerful than she had imagined. However, she was still very confident in her own charm. After all, all men are the same and none can resist temptation.

There was also something she hadn’t foreseen, which was that Lu Hanmo turned out to be the man of that bastard girl from the Divine Doctor Family. So, the person she saw kissing Lu Hanmo on Lan Star that day must have been that bastard girl. That bastard girl isn’t even that pretty! Not to mention her looks, she doesn’t even have as big of a chest as hers.

Thinking this, her confidence surged even more, and she pushed out her chest for Lu Hanmo to have a clearer view.

"Here I am, aren’t you surprised, aren’t you shocked?" she said as her hand slid towards her garment.

The aura surrounding Lu Hanmo grew even colder, and his Divine Sense burst forth, wanting to make this disgusting thing disappear from his sight.

Just then, footsteps approached from behind, accompanied by a pleasant and cheerful voice, "Hanmo, I’m back!"

Lu Hanmo retracted his Divine Sense, knowing this was not the right time to make a move. Shushu had returned, and if he hasted to kill Feng Yuhua, what if Shushu misunderstood?

Luo Shu naturally sensed the strange presence in the room, walked in, and saw Feng Yuhua dressed in a black gauze sexy nightgown. She turned to look at Lu Hanmo and playfully raised an eyebrow. She had complete trust in Hanmo. But still, this scene took her by surprise.

"I was about to kill her," Lu Hanmo said candidly to Luo Shu, yet his eyes displayed a hint of worry. He knew that Shushu trusted him, but with the woman dressed like that and with him, he was still concerned that Shushu might overthink it.

Upon hearing Lu Hanmo mention killing her, Feng Yuhua’s heart skipped a beat, then she glared at Lu Hanmo coquettishly, "You brute, we just made up, how can you not recognize people so quickly? You were just praising my figure in bed!" She didn’t believe Lu Hanmo was joking; she had distinctly felt the murderous intent emanating from him just now. Her only chance to escape now was to provoke a quarrel between them.

Luo Shu looked at Feng Yuhua, scanning her up and down, "Aunty here, aren’t you a bit old to wear so little? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?" If Hanmo were to fall for her, she would gouge out her own eyes.

"Who are you calling aunty! Your entire family are aunties!" Feng Yuhua snapped angrily after being referred to as an aunty by Luo Shu. Although she ascended to the Nascent Soul a bit late, she had always been meticulous about her maintenance and regularly consumed beauty-preserving elixirs.

"Old is old, don’t deny it. Isn’t your age the same as mine and the Big Aunt’s? No, actually, you should be a few years older than my Big Aunt. Clearly an old seductress, yet still pretending to be young, where’s your shame?" Luo Shu said sarcastically.

Hanmo had already informed her of the woman’s identity through a message. Of course, Hanmo had not intentionally looked her up, it was only because he felt her name was familiar that he checked. Unexpectedly, she turned out to be from the Feng Family; the Top Quality of the Feng Family sure were numerous.

"Can Big Aunt even compare to me? I am a Great Mahayana Cultivator, what is she?" Feng Yuhua retorted, unwilling to concede. Since advancing to Nascent Soul, her appearance had never changed. Feng Yuhua, who was a few years younger than her, was still only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator. Who knew what she would look like when she ascended to Nascent Soul.

"Shushu, can I finish her off?" Lu Hanmo truly felt disgusted.

"Mhm!" Luo Shu nodded. She too didn’t want to talk any longer with the other party.

The moment she heard this, Feng Yuhua instantly sobered up, regretting why she hadn’t fled just now instead of staying here to argue with Luo Shu.

She raised her hand to throw a talisman, took a step, and was about to flee. But in the next instant, she felt a heart-wrenching, lung-splitting pain.

As the intense pain tormented her, a mirror abruptly appeared before her.

In the mirror, her facial features were distorted with agony, and what was more alarming and despairing for her was the rapid aging of her once-proud visage. Wrinkles began to form on her face, her skin slackened, and age spots sprouted continuously until they covered her entire cheek.

Unable to accept the sight of herself growing older and uglier by the moment in the mirror, Feng Yuya held her head, violently shaking it and screaming madly, "No! I don’t want to get old! I don’t want to see myself aging! I don’t want this ghostly appearance!" Even in death, she hoped to die in beauty, not in such a ghastly state.

Suddenly, Feng Yuya felt the pain in her body disappear, but the mirror remained in front of her.

She looked up, puzzled, at Luo Shu and Lu Hanmo. Weren’t they supposed to let her die?

"I think letting you live like this seems a bit more interesting," Luo Shu said with a playful laugh. To make someone suffer, death is not the only choice; taking away what one cherishes most can make their life worse than death. What Feng Yuya cared about the most were her cultivation and appearance.

The current Feng Yuya, without her cultivation and her looks, was nothing but a destitute and wretched old hag. Even if she were to return to the Feng Family, they would definitely not recognize her. The Feng Family certainly wouldn’t keep someone who had lost all usefulness.

"Kill me!" Feng Yuya looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes filled with despair. She would rather die than live like this.

"I forgot to tell you, you won’t be able to die for at least ten or twenty years," Luo Shu said, and with a wave of her hand, Feng Yuya passed out.

In the bustling street, with people coming and going, an old and ugly hag was lying in a corner.

Feng Yuya slowly regained consciousness and, recalling what had happened, she reached out to touch her face. Feeling the loose, wrinkled skin, she couldn’t help but burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Her crying quickly attracted a crowd of onlookers.

"This old hag is so ugly, I’ve never seen such an ugly one before."

"At such an old age, she still dresses like this to disgust others."

"Stone her, stone this shameless ugly old hag to death."

A passerby couldn’t resist picking up a small pebble from the ground and throwing it at Feng Yuya.

Seeing this, others also picked up pebbles.

For a moment, Feng Yuya was like a rat crossing the street.