Chang Er looked at Darryl and said, “Your Majesty, just kill Zhu Bajie. Keeping him alive is a disaster for all of us.”

When she said that, coldness flashed across Chang Er’s eyes. When she thought about how Zhu Bajie had almost defiled her, Chang Er was livid!

“Very well, we’ll behead him later!”

Darryl smiled and nodded. Suddenly, he lunged and attacked Chang Er—he jabbed her acupoints at lightning speed.

It happened so fast that Chang Er could not even react in time! She shuddered; then, she was immobilized.

“Your Majesty—”

Chang Er was shocked. She looked at Darryl in a daze. “What are you doing? Why did you attack me?”

She still did not understand what had happened. Emperor Hou Yi had always cared for her and spoiled her rotten—he would never attack her.

Darryl smiled mischievously at Chang Er. “My lady, please listen carefully; I’m not your husband.” Then, he laughed.

When he said that, Darryl did not use the mimic technique; he had spoken in his own voice.

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