Chapter 4002 — That's One Hell of a Bear
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For the little curly bear to enter liquor-frenzy at this moment—it was, quite literally, coming to collect his life. If Xu Lingchong was not scared out of his wits and pale as a sheet, that would have been the real surprise.
Watching helplessly as the little curly bear shouldered those eye-twitchingly enormous shears and advanced step by step, growling low, radiating an aura of extreme danger, Xu Lingchong was nearly scared pissless.
The great young master of the Chongtian Pavilion, the great senior disciple and steward of the Chongtian Pavilion, a great master at the great perfection of Foundation Establishment—and in the end he was about to die at the hands of a mere cub curly bear. If word of this ever got out, it would go down as one of the wonders of the age.
"Lit... Little White, calm down, I... I'm Xu Lingchong, Xu Lingchong who always used to give you treats, don't you recognize me?" Xu Lingchong was stammering with fright, hastily begging for mercy, his voice visibly trembling.
When had the great Young Master Xu ever sunk to such a pitiful state? Possessed of tremendous strength, yet ground down by that mere newcomer Wei Zhao until he could not move, and now driven to plead with a little curly bear—if word got out, no one would believe it.
Had it been someone like Wei Zhao, Xu Lingchong might not have been this terrified. After all, people had scruples; no one would dare lay hands on him, the great Young Master Xu, without restraint. But the little curly bear was different. No matter how much understanding of human nature the creature had, in the end it was still a fierce spirit beast!
This little thing knew no fear precisely because it knew no better. Give it half a chance, and it really might do anything at all—there was not even room to beg for mercy. That made it far more terrifying than any man.
Off to the side, Wei Zhao, still fighting to suppress the Immortal Drunk, watched this utterly absurd scene and could not decide whether to laugh or cry. He found it impossible to believe, and yet it was happening right there under his nose. He could only sigh that fate loved to play such tricks.
Crack, crack, crack...
No matter how Xu Lingchong begged, the little curly bear shouldered its enormous shears and charged to his side without pausing a single step.
Like master, like pet. Shangguan Lan'er, its master, loathed Xu Lingchong so thoroughly—how could the little curly bear be any different? That disgust came from the bottom of its heart; no casual snack from Xu Lingchong could ever have bought it off.
Then, under Xu Lingchong's utterly horrified gaze, the little curly bear suddenly brought the enormous shears up between his legs.
Wei Zhao gaped at the sight. Only one sentence surfaced in his mind—the very one Shangguan Lan'er had said not long ago: "If he dares harbor any crooked thoughts, this young lady will cut it off for him!"
Wei Zhao remembered clearly: when Shangguan Lan'er said that, the little curly bear had even obligingly performed a snipping motion.
At the time he had taken it for a joke. Now, thinking back, the little curly bear was preparing to put it into practice!
"Hey! Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing! Get away from me, scram, or I'll split you in two with one palm..." Xu Lingchong was so frightened he wet his trousers, cursing in panic even as he strained backward. But the corner of the wall was right behind him—no matter how he squirmed, it was all in vain.