Another half hour passed.
Liu Ying, her face flushed with drunkenness, shook her head and said, "I can’t do it anymore either, Ye Xuan, from now on I’ll call you Mr. Mighty, let’s leave it at this for today. Qiuge, you keep at it."
Bam!
Liu Ying also fell into Ye Xuan’s arms, and just before falling asleep, she didn’t forget to place her hand where it shouldn’t be.
Ye Xuan’s eyebrows shot up, indeed, a vixen is their true nature!
Leng Qiuge lasted another ten minutes before she finally couldn’t hold out: "Ye Xuan, you’re really ruthless, you keep saying you love , but at the drinking table, you’re just toying with like this? I want to go ho, I want to go ho!"
Bam!
Leng Qiuge also squeezed into Ye Xuan’s embrace, and before sleeping, she pried open Liu Ying’s jade-like hand and possessively claid that spot.
Ye Xuan found it both funny and exasperating, why must vixens make life difficult for vixens?
"A bunch of spendthrift won, sigh!"
Looking at the pile of empty bottles in front of him, Ye Xuan’s lips twitched. In just a few hours, how much must this have cost?
Fortunately, Leng Qiuge settled the bill before getting drunk.
Shaking his head helplessly, Ye Xuan carried Liu Ying on his left, the little vixen on his right, and Xiao Zhiqing on his back, and left the bar with an air of nonchalance in the envious and jealous eyes of nurous onlookers.
At the sa ti Ye Xuan set off,
A group of Qingcheng Mountain disciples who had been biding their ti rose silently, joined by a band of like-minded Martial Artists, discreetly following Ye Xuan’s steps.
In an instant, killing intent filled the air.
The leading senior brother showed a sinister smile: "Junior brother was right, this Ye Xuan is likely just a pretentious figure. If he really had skill, he would’ve discovered us already, but instead, he chose to get those beauties drunk, isn’t he clearly handing them to us?"
"Hehe." A chubby junior laughed greedily: "Senior brother, we agreed, you’re in the lead, I’m second in command!"
"Don’t worry, I am not one to break my word." The senior brother smiled faintly, squinting his eyes as he spoke coldly, "But these are all secondary; the most important thing is to not forget our main target."
"Of course." The chubby junior spoke viciously, "Let’s kill Ye Xuan to make a great achievent!"
"Kill Ye Xuan, make a great achievent!"
All Qingcheng Mountain disciples and many Martial Arts vagabonds echoed in agreent. Thinking of what was about to unfold, they felt their blood boil with excitent.
Rumors run rampant in the Martial Arts world that Ye Xuan once consecutively killed Zhao Yunfei and his son, creating a storm at the ti.
Now it seems this guy is simply a paper tiger. But for those unaware, he remains filled with intimidating power. If their plan succeeds tonight, what glory would that be?
And those three beauties.
Tsk tsk, truly top-notch in the mortal realm!
"Tonight, we’re going to have our good fortune!"
"With such top quality, never mind a third or fourth owner, even after a hundred, I’d still be grateful!"
"Brothers, let’s have fun tonight!"
Tonight, the East Sea felt a bit cold.
But Ye Xuan felt quite hot.
Because the scene before his eyes was just too...
The three beauties were all slumped like mush, sprawling in every direction in the car compartnt, charming faces flushed, bodies lazy and seductive, unabashedly revealing their long legs.
Ye Xuan only took one glance and felt dizzy.
"What a curse, what a curse!"
Ye Xuan winced and quickly averted his eyes.
The scene may have been endlessly alluring, but if he looked too long and lost control, what if he did sothing beastly?
Consuming all three in one gulp, just thinking about it made Ye Xuan feel he was on the verge of Deviation.
With a shiver, Ye Xuan hurriedly recited the Ice Heart Technique, then gritted his teeth and sat in the driver’s seat. He started the car, speeding towards the city’s edge.
At this mont, all he wanted was to quickly solve this trouble, then head ho at lightning speed, settle these ladies, and then stretch a bit at Su Yumo’s place...
My heart is pure, but the world is harsh.
Ye Xuan considered himself very honest and steadfast, nevertheless, he hadn’t expected that a few drunkards wouldn’t be so straightforward.
Leng Qiuge, in the passenger seat, reached out a delicate hand towards Ye Xuan as if sleepwalking.
Ye Xuan’s heart skipped a beat, almost losing grip on the steering wheel and crashing, he yelled on the spot, "Qiuge, what are you doing? Calm down!"
Liu Ying in the backseat also suddenly pushed forward.
The familiar fragrance mixed with the intense scent of alcohol drifted into Ye Xuan’s nostrils. At the sa ti, an indescribable touch almost sent Ye Xuan into a fit on the spot.
"Xiao Ying, what do you want now? Calm down!"
Two seconds later.
Ye Xuan’s furious, collapsed voice echoed wildly inside the car, "Xiao Zhiqing, would you please move away, you little devil! What’s it to you? Please have so self-respect!"
...
An hour later.
A flashy Maserati sports car appeared in the desolate grounds of East Sea West Suburb. Two blinding beams of light lit up the front, and the reflected glow highlighted Ye Xuan’s disheveled figure.
He really was a ss.
Leaning against the hood of the car, his clothes were nearly in tatters, ripped and torn all over. An uninford onlooker might think he was a beggar with a luxury car.
Looking at his face and neck, they were covered with lipstick marks of various shapes!
No one knew what Ye Xuan had just experienced, and Ye Xuan didn’t want anyone to know.
Snap!
In the quiet of the night, Ye Xuan lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, then closed his eyes with resignation.
The cigarette I’m smoking isn’t tobacco, it’s loneliness.
Life is too hard!
They say n don’t cry easily, but over so many years, Ye Xuan had hardly shed a tear. So why now, at this mont, did he feel like crying?
Three gorgeous won charging like fierce predators, yet you can only grit your teeth and endure in silence, even as nosebleeds threaten to burst, you strive to remain a composed Saint. Wouldn’t you feel like crying?
Suddenly.
In the dead silence, a thunderous shout rang out: "Ye Xuan, co and et your doom!"
Swish swish swish!
As the shout reverberated, a series of piercing whooshing sounds followed, and in a short mont, Ye Xuan was surrounded by over thirty pitch-black figures, impenetrable, with murderous intent lurking.
Ye Xuan quietly opened his eyes, a cold gaze sweeping over the crowd, a mocking smile curling on his lips.
"There really are a lot of people unafraid of death."
Ye Xuan squinted with interest. Besides the Qingcheng Mountain disciples, even more Martial Arts vagabonds had gathered here, which he hadn’t anticipated.
The chubby junior from Qingcheng Mountain looked at Ye Xuan’s disarray, a hint of surprise, then laughed coldly, "Ye Xuan, who would’ve thought you’d be indulging so much, bringing three beauties out to this deserted place in the dead of night for a feast, aren’t you greedy?"
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