The Ultimate Husband (Darryl and Lily Lyndon) novel Chapter 1373

In a blink of an eye, intense chilly internal energy entered the tub—the steamy hot water instantly froze!

Darryl had not even come to his senses when he was frozen in the tub; only his head appeared.

Quincy’s cultivation method was the Pure Feminine Method!

Gasp!

Coldness attacked Darryl, which made him gasp! His teeth continued to chatter.

Quincy smiled. She was happy to see him like that. “Didn’t you say you wanted a bath? Have a good one until tomorrow morning! I will let you out then!”

‘F*ck! If it’s until tomorrow morning, I’ll be frozen to death!’

Darryl was anxious!

Darryl could have easily cast the White Lily Cold Flame to solve the problem, but his internal energy had not recovered. He could barely stand up in a tub filled with ice, let alone cast the White Lily Cold Flame.

He pretended that he was not affected by that. He smiled and said, “Honey, it’s fine if you don’t want to help me take a bath. How can you freeze me in it? You’re killing your husband! Are you planning on becoming a widow?”

“Darryl!” When she realized that he could still joke with her, Quincy gritted her teeth and sneered at the man. “I see that you are not serious! I dare you to continue with your nonsense. Why don’t I freeze your head as well?”

Then, Quincy picked up the water bucket next to her and prepared to douse it over Darryl.

“Okay, okay!”

When he saw what Quincy wanted to do, Darryl panicked. He immediately said, “I’ll stop, okay?”

‘Bloody hell, this woman is vicious! How can she come up with such methods to torture me?’

If he had his internal energy, he could use Pure Energy; he would not even need to be afraid of the ice.

However, he was powerless, so he had no choice but to cave in. If his head were frozen as well, he would suffocate to death before the following day.

‘F*ck!’

Darryl sighed. “Fine, I won’t look at you!”

Then, Darryl turned and looked the other way. He was speechless.

“Stop with the nonsense!” Quincy lost her patience. “Tell me the formula now!”

Darryl smiled at her urgency. “I can tell you the formula, but I can only tell you two sentences per day. I won’t tell you more than that.”

His arms still had not fully recovered. Yvette told him that he needed at least half a month to recover. So, he planned to recuperate in Quincy’s bedroom. He needed some leverage, and that formula was his leverage. If he told her all at once, she would torture him daily!

‘What? Two sentences per day?’

Quincy’s exquisite face looked enraged. “Stop playing games with me! Tell me all today!” If she only got two sentences per day, when could she master the Blood Battle Eight Directions?