Gradually, the black and white beads in Ye Tian’s lower abdomen came to a stop once more, making him feel comfortably refreshed. He opened his eyes and uncontrollably stretched in a hearty yawn!
"That feels great!" His expression was that of someone who had just had a jolly good time overnight at Eight Great Alleys.
"Where’s that sissy?" Ye Tian looked around and indeed spotted a bundle of red not too far away, "Sigh, I just knew it, of all things to mimic, why pick the Manzusha Flower? Don’t they know that flower is a bad omen!"
Ye Tian didn’t ponder why this person had fainted here; he was just relieved that one of his problems had taken care of itself. How should I put it? Sometimes it’s best to remain blissfully ignorant.
"Thank you, heavens, and all the immortals, no clue which angelic big sis got rid of this sissy for me! Immortals are so great, doing good deeds without leaving a name!" Ye Tian mumbled to himself, then went to pick up the red-clad man’s knife.
"It’s not that I don’t want to leave you alive, brother, but leaving you would be an endless source of trouble, sorry!" Ye Tian promptly chopped toward the man’s neck.
"Stop!" In this tense moment, someone appeared, but Ye Tian wasn’t the least bit surprised.
Right after emerging from that half-comfortable, half-painful sensation, Ye Tian felt that his Truth Listening ability didn’t need to be constrained to the ground anymore; he could directly sense that there was a master nearby—a real expert.
Ye Tian didn’t want to waste any time; indeed, although Qin Chuan was impressive, Ye Tian inexplicably felt some fondness for that old man who had talked about the two ducks; he didn’t want him getting into trouble.
Rather than waste time searching for him, it was better to let this person reveal themselves, so Ye Tian took a gamble. Fortunately, he won.
The person who arrived wasted no time on words, nor made a scene as pompous as the red-clad man had; she spoke at a level far more pleasant to hear because it was a woman.
A real woman, not like Qin Chuan’s explosive temperament or, in Ye Tian’s opinion, Ling Rong who was like a spoiled little girl—no, this woman before him was a genuine woman!
Tight leather pants accentuated her figure, curves in all the right places, and her chest displayed a mesmerizing panorama, nearly drowning Ye Tian, the lecher. Then there was her face—absolutely soul-snatching, beyond description as seductive. Ye Tian was already secretly swallowing his saliva.
The woman kicked Ye Tian away with a single foot. He rolled with the momentum, got up deftly, dusted himself off, then removed the leaf stuck in his hair, feigning nonchalance as he eyed the woman, his mind filled with scenes of forbidden thrills.
"May I ask, miss, your honorable name. Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend? Is it convenient for you to give me six contact methods?" Ye Tian asked with a cheeky grin.
"Inconvenient!" The woman’s face bore a smile, but her sidelong glance showed concern as she looked at the man on the ground. After ensuring he was not in mortal danger, she then turned to Ye Tian with a serious expression.
"Don’t be so heartless. Look at this long, lonely night, us here in such a secluded place. Aren’t you here for some sweet memories with me?" Ye Tian said shamelessly.
If Qin Chuan witnessed Ye Tian right now, he would probably be all the more eager to slap him to death. Ye Tian’s macho pride had swiftly morphed into the demeanor of a rogue who couldn’t take his eyes off a beauty.
But to Ye Tian, this was nothing. In a world populated by men and women, every man was searching for the place of his origin. Besides, he was already unapologetically a rogue, so what was there to fear?
"Are you stalling for time? Waiting for Qin Chuan to break through or for Ling Rong to finish up her end and come to your rescue?" The woman smiled, her charm enough to outshine all the flowers, that allure nearly melting Ye Tian’s bones.
"How could you think that? I’m just an ordinary man. Besides, in the presence of a peerless beauty like you, the likes of manly women like Qin Chuan and little girls like Ling Rong are no match at all." Ye Tian complimented unabashedly.
"Hehe." The woman covered her mouth and chuckled, "Men, indeed, it’s the sweet-talking ones that are most appealing. But you’ve hurt my junior brother, and naturally, I can’t just let that slide." The woman said and sent a flirtatious wink his way.
"I had no choice in the matter. He was incessantly hounding me; it was either his death or mine. If I died, how could I have the pleasure of meeting a beauty like you? If I had died without seeing you, my whole life would have been in vain."
Ye Tian bantered with the woman while listening attentively to the sounds coming from Ling Rong’s direction, his hearing now magnified many times over from before. He could not only hear the sounds of battle from outside but also the clashing of Gang Qi inside the youth hostel.
Could Qin Chuan really hold on? Ye Tian became suddenly worried, yet his face still wore its rascally smile.
"So you’re saying, now that you’ve seen me, you can go to Hell in peace?" The woman’s smile remained captivating, but her gaze was now filled with a killing aura. Her dainty hands, with their sapphire nail polish, exuded a frightening air.
"Of course not! I haven’t even had the chance to bask in your grace." Ye Tian grinned lecherously and was already channeling his True Qi, preparing to attack.
"Then let’s see if you’ve got the skills!" The woman began to counterattack.