Chapter 4741 — What If I Am Not Polite?
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
Thud! Scarface's legs gave way in fright, and a full-fledged expert at the peak of the early Xuan Ascension stage dropped to his knees on the spot. Judging by his expression, he was scared clean out of his wits—he would never in his wildest dreams have imagined that Wei Zhao, who had taken such a horrifying wound to the abdomen, would actually wake up at this very moment!
And judging by that aura, it seemed even stronger than before. This ruthless one had already been able to send him flying with a casual slap before; now, if he wanted to kill him, wouldn't that be easier than crushing an ant?
His feeling was indeed not mistaken. As the saying goes, a great disaster survived brings a great blessing to follow. After so many days in a coma, Wei Zhao's cultivation had imperceptibly climbed to the mid Nascent Soul stage. He had only just awakened just now, and his power was not yet fully under control, which was why Scarface had been able to sense it.
"You still haven't answered me. What happens if you stop being polite?" Wei Zhao looked at Scarface trembling on his knees before him, a faint killing intent in his tone.
"N-n-nothing... nothing at all... I just have a foul mouth..." As he spoke, Scarface dealt himself two vicious slaps and pleaded with a woebegone face: "Spare my life, Senior! I truly just have a foul mouth, I meant nothing else..."
"Then what did you come here for?" Wei Zhao said noncommittally, curling his lip.
"Uh... I came to see you off, Senior. Yes, yes, that's it. I figured you must be getting tired of staying here by now, Senior, so I came to bid you farewell..." Scarface hit upon a sudden inspiration.
"Is that so? Then why did I vaguely hear just now that you seemed to want her to sleep with you?" The killing intent on Wei Zhao's body grew thicker and thicker.
"No, no, that was a colossal misunderstanding!" Scarface was scared half to death on the spot, terrified that the very next moment Wei Zhao would press him to death. He hastily thought on his feet: "Senior, I truly did not say anything about sleeping! I said I wanted your lady wife to come back with me and pick out some fine things as a farewell gift for you, just a small token of my regard..."
"Really?" Wei Zhao turned to look at Huo Yudie, took her hand, and gave a mischievous wink.
Huo Yudie was still lost in the sudden joy when she felt Wei Zhao take her hand and only then snapped back to her senses. Her pretty face flushed bright red at once, her cheeks like fiery clouds, the redness reaching even the roots of her ears.
She had not caught a single word of what was just said, but she had caught the sensitive word "wife." Seeing that Wei Zhao showed not the slightest intention of correcting it—and had even taken the initiative to hold her hand—did that mean he had tacitly acknowledged it?
But she wasn't even prepared yet! Wasn't this progress a little too fast? How was she supposed to explain this to her master when she got back?
Huo Yudie's mind was a whirl of wild fancies, and only when Wei Zhao asked a second time did she barely come back to herself. After grasping his meaning, she tilted her head and said: "I suppose so. Then shall we go pick some out?"
"Very well. It would be rude to decline such hospitality, after all." Wei Zhao glanced at Scarface with amusement and said mildly: "Well? Aren't you going to lead the way?" (To be continued~^~)