"Ye Tian, you’re an idiot!!"
Shen Ying took off her glasses, revealing her dazzlingly beautiful eyes, and looked at Ye Tian, blurting out a phrase in Japanese.
Her long, shiny black hair draped casually over her shoulders, every strand exuding an irresistible allure. With her thick eyelashes, enchanting gaze, and innate charm, she constantly emanated a myriad of flirtatious vibes.
"Shen Ying, what are you doing?? Do you think I don’t understand Japanese??"
Ye Tian smiled warmly, his face like a spring breeze as he looked at Shen Ying and spoke softly.
Then, Ye Tian quickly reached out with both hands, pinching her smooth cheeks, turning them into a flat pancake shape. After staring for a while, he burst into laughter, "Hahaha."
Shen Ying revealed her tiger teeth, looking like an angry little lion, glaring at Ye Tian, as if ready to pounce on him and bite at any mont.
"Hey, don’t be so petty. Getting angry isn’t good for your skin," Ye Tian said nervously with a forced smile, "If you beco ugly, your fans will disappear."
"None of your business." Shen Ying, flushed with embarrassnt and anger, punched Ye Tian in the thigh and gave him a fierce glare.
Ten minutes later, Ye Tian was ready to go back to dreaming and play chess with Zhou Gong.
"Hey, lazybones... wake up!!" Shen Ying poked Ye Tian’s cheek with her finger, whispering softly.
Ye Tian showed an extrely displeased expression, looking at her with blank eyes, "What is it now, my lady?"
Shen Ying stomped her foot. This jerk, knowing that she was a big star and wanted to talk to him, did he think sleep was more important than that?
"Can... can you check if I’m sick?"
Shen Ying awkwardly fidgeted, her eyelashes fluttering, looking both nervous and curious.
"Yes, you have a serious problem." Ye Tian replied with a mischievous smile, pulling her head closer, knocking on it twice, and said seriously:
"You have a disease, and it needs to be treated!!"
Sick??
Shen Ying was very anxious, her stunningly beautiful face turning pale with panic, completely ignoring Ye Tian’s earlier knock on her head.
"What kind of sickness?? What should I do?? Hurry up and help check!!"
Shen Ying tightly grabbed Ye Tian’s hand, anxiously questioning him with tears welling up in her eyes.
Ye Tian decided to tell her the truth, otherwise, she would soon be in tears, he solemnly said, "You... you have a blood clot in your brain, causing damage to the trigeminal nerve, impairing its functionality... and so fluid retention..."
"No way, that serious??" Shen Ying froze for a mont, then threw herself into Ye Tian’s arms, sobbing softly, "Am... am I going to die?? My brain is broken, boo hoo~~~"
Ye Tian couldn’t help but laugh, barely suppressing his amusent, "Um, it’s not that serious... you’re just a bit foolish, otherwise, why would you believe such ridiculous reasons!!!"
"Ye!! Tian!! You bastard!!"
Shen Ying started speaking, her tone growing more and more furious with each word, her voice icy cold, sending chills down one’s spine.
Ye Tian already felt the icy grip on his waist and quickly begged for rcy, "Uh... just a joke, who told you to disturb my sleep, give a chance, will you??"
"Alright, Little Tian Tian." Shen Ying smiled coldly, and in an instant, perford a 360-degree Thomas spin, throwing Ye Tian from Heaven straight into Hell.
That sour taste was much more intense than eating old pickled mustard noodles.
"Fine, you win, Miss Xie." Ye Tian looked at Shen Ying mournfully, rubbing his old waist.
"Sorry, I don’t have the surna Xie." Shen Ying lifted her head, a slight curve of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, looking triumphantly at Ye Tian, thinking that he deserved it for trying to trick her and knocking on her head.
The plane returned to its usual calm.
The roar of the engines filled the pitch-black sky.
The night always instills fear in people.
"Dear passengers, our flight to the Capital City has arrived."
"Please gather your belongings and disembark in an orderly manner. Thank you for your cooperation."
The announcent was repeated in English, and Ye Tian was awakened by Shen Ying’s call, picking up the wooden box and slowly stepping off the plane.
"Xiao Tian."
"Young Master."
"Young Master Ye."
After getting off the plane, Mr. Qin, Fang Qintian, and other mbers of the Qin Family were waiting nearby.
"Let’s go, soone’s waiting for us outside."
With a gentle smile on his lips, Ye Tian walked shoulder to shoulder with Shen Ying towards the airport gate.
......
In a secret room on Sha Hai Street in the Capital City.
At the entrance of the secret room, there was a dried Wolf King skull, its head bearing a fierce expression, covered with scales, as black as ink, shining with a deep glimr.
Furthermore, the eyes of the wolf skull occasionally flashed with a faint green light, which was quite eerie.
This was a branch of the fearso Heavenly Principle Sect, established here in secrecy.
As the chanism of the Wolf King skull was triggered, the heavy stone slab slowly moved up, revealing an elderly man in a black robe, sitting cross-legged inside.
The elderly man sat quietly, the space around his body seeming to be enveloped by an invisible force, bending inwards slightly. A mosquito that accidentally flew into this space was instantly torn to shreds.
The Heavenly Principle Sect had four major sect leaders: Red, Black, Blue, and White, with thousands of evil disciples. The Red Robed Sect Leader held the most power, followed by the others in a decreasing order of power and strength.
This elderly man in a black robe was the Black Robed Sect Leader --- Bai Tuo.
"Master, they have disembarked from the plane." A series of heavy footsteps approached, a short and thin black man walked into the secret room from outside.
This man appeared to be made of solid iron, each muscle containing unbelievable power.
He tied his hair with a strap, wearing a rough cloth vest, his two arms bare, and was barefoot. Every step he took felt like a giant walking.
After entering the hall, the man respectfully bowed to the skeletal old man beneath the statue. If anyone from the underground black market in the Capital City saw this, they would recognize his identity.
This short and thin man was nad Bai ng, the recent undefeated boxing champion of the underground black market, known for punching a giant elephant to death, leaving people stunned.
Yet now, he stood respectfully in front of the old man in black, like a frightened student before a strict teacher.
"Bai ng, this mission, I hope you won’t fail again."
"We must acquire this item, for it concerns the survival of the Heavenly Principle Sect. Do you understand!!"
The elderly man in black kept his eyes closed, but between his brows was a red mark, resembling a third eye, now eerily open, shining like a golden vertical pupil.
The old man’s oppressive presence weighed on Bai ng, making him feel trapped in an endless swamp, unable to move.
Feeling the old man’s imnse power, Bai ng lowered his head even more, his posture more respectful, his eyes filled with reverence.
He thought, "Master’s power has grown again, not far from the Red Robed Sect Leader!!"
"Master, this ti we will definitely succeed."
Bai ng said firmly, his eyes flashing with violence at the thought of his last failure.
"Go, bring it back!!"
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