Chapter Twelve: The Road Encounters Flies

  Ling Wushuang also had a lot of leisurely and elegant demeanor, slowly strolling to the second floor, finding a window seat, calling over a maid, a cup of clear tea, several pastries, holding a fragrant tea, with faint piano music in her ears.

  Long and slender fingers lightly tapped on the desktop, eyes gazing out of the window at the bustling street, stealing a leisurely half-day, feeling unusually good.

  However, flies are a great creature, they exist everywhere, their appearance is not limited by geographical space, time and location, nor is it limited by racial differences, for example...

  "Hey, I'm saying which girl is this, actually daring to sit in Ben Gongzi's position, isn't she tired of living?"

  Suddenly, a teasing voice came from behind, and Ling Wushuang's hand holding the jade porcelain tea cup paused in mid-air. Her gaze was reflected in the shallow flower tea, accompanied by the scattered delicate petals, rippling slightly.

  Ling Wushuang's red lips curved into a faint arc, her movements only pausing for a second, then she continued drinking tea and listening to the music, seemingly oblivious to the teasing behind her.

  "Dong——dong——dong——dong——"

  The dull footsteps behind him actually made the floorboards slightly shake, which was enough to show that the person who came had a considerable weight.

  "Look, that woman seems to be in trouble." Yun Qingchen shook his folding fan, "Finally, the opportunity has arrived. Now it's time for me to take action."

  Yun Qingchen had just thought of standing up, coming to be a hero saving the beauty, but who knew that after taking a closer look at the person behind her, his face suddenly sank, and he twisted it strangely for a few moments. How did he end up with this tyrant?

  "It's him." Nangong Ye raised his eyes and exchanged a glance with Yun Qingchen, the two of them exchanging a look. Nangong Ye shook his head, warning against acting rashly.

  Behind Ling Wushuang came a man, seven feet tall, with a stout body and a particularly prominent ring of fat around his waist. His large belly was like a pregnant woman's at ten months, shaped like a water bucket. As he walked, it shook back and forth, as if about to collapse.

  Yun Qing pursed her lips, closed the folding fan in her hand and sat down silently, watching the changes. At this time, whispers of private conversations also kept coming from around.

  "This is the Guardian General's Mansion, General Li's son Li Minghui. It seems that this young lady is in real trouble today."

  "Exactly, who dares to provoke this little overlord, even the royal princes have to give way to him."

  "What a pity that such a beautiful woman has fallen into Li Minghui's hands, who knows what she'll be reduced to?"

  ……

  The old ancestor of the General's Mansion is the founding hero of Donglin, and this alone shows the status of the General's Mansion in Donglin. However, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the actual power of the old master of the General's Mansion.

  The First-Ranked Saint, Sword Saint Li Tianyi!

  Jian Sheng Li Tianyi is one of the only two titled saints in Donglin, a first-class titled saint and a ninth-class peak Tianxuan. Although their strength is only one level apart, they are worlds apart and cannot be mentioned on the same day.

  And the Li Minghui in front of him was the grandson that Li Tianyi loved the most. He walked to the back of Ling Wushuang and saw that she was still drinking tea by herself, suddenly his anger ignited, how dare someone not take him seriously even in Donglin?

  Li Minghui sneered and strode to Ling Wushuang's side, barking: "You stinky girl, get lost immediately, or else don't blame this young master for being impolite."

  Just then, as soon as he caught a glimpse of Ling Wushuang's profile, Li Minghui was stunned, his mouth agape in shock, and he thought she was a heavenly being.

  He has never seen such a beautiful girl all his life!

  Then, his eyes lit up, and his fierce tone suddenly changed. His eyes narrowed into a smile as he rubbed his hands together and puffed out his chubby cheeks: "Hmph, I didn't expect you to be such a pretty girl. Alright, I'll give you two options: either follow me and live a life of luxury, or spend the night with me, and we'll consider this matter settled."

  "How shameless!" The surrounding area suddenly erupted in a commotion. What did the young lady do to you, just quietly drinking tea over there? Can't even be shameless like this, what account do you want to settle with her?

  Li Minghui was used to being overbearing, how could he care about others' opinions, with a lewd expression on his face and his nose pointing upwards, he hummed, "Otherwise..."

  "Otherwise?" Ling Wu's slender fingers slid slowly along the rim of the porcelain cup, her eyes flashing with a hint of curiosity as she picked up Li Minghui's words.

  "Hiss——" The air was suddenly filled with gasps around him.

  This girl is too bold, daring to speak like this in front of Li Minghui, which is clearly a provocation. Many people even turned their eyes away, unable to bear the sight of a beauty stained with blood.

  "Hahaha... or what? Beautiful lady, you're actually asking me 'or what'?" Li Minghui looked back at his servants and burst out laughing.

  In the blink of an eye, his eyes turned cold and ruthless. Li Minghui stepped forward, raised his hand, and punched the wooden pillar beside him with a loud bang. "Otherwise, don't blame me for not being gentle."

  Li Minghui's fist struck, and the building shook slightly. The thick, purple-black sandalwood pillar was hit by Li Minghui, and it was as hard as a rock, but he managed to punch out a circular indentation with his entire fist deeply embedded in it.

  There was a title of Sheng Zhe's old man, this Li Minghui didn't look like an ordinary second-generation ancestor who mixed and waited for death. Even if he used the heavenly spirit treasure to pile up, he had to pile up a passable strength, and Li Minghui's Xuanli had already reached the fifth rank of Xuan.

  At this time, Ling Wushuang also finally lifted his head, and his gaze followed Li Minghui's arm to the black sandalwood pillar that had been punched out of a hole by him.

  Seeing Ling Wushuang's true face, Li Minghui was shocked and even more complacent, shaking his head and saying: "How about it? Are you scared? Kneel down and kowtow to me a few times, I'll spare your life."

  Li Minghui held his head high, his fist still stuck in the wooden pillar, and struck a pose that he thought was elegant, waiting for the woman in front of him to kneel down and beg for mercy.

  Ling Wushuang's red lips curled up, she picked up the teacup, took a light sip, and then calmly said: "This body of yours is all fat, let's not mention anything else. Even if we just talk about volume, one punch can only create such a small hole, you're not ashamed, I'm ashamed for you."

  Ling Wu's eyes sparkled with a hint of disdain in her gentle words.

  The people around burst into laughter, no one expected that this seemingly delicate and beautiful woman would have such a poisonous tongue, striking the vital point with just one sentence.

  "Cough, cough--" Yun Qingchen hastily put down the teacup in his hand, almost choking on his own saliva.

  Nangong Ye's mouth twitched slightly, and a hint of abnormality flashed in his eyes. Such sarcastic words could be said by her with such ease.

  But how should she end it? Nan Gong Ye's eyes narrowed, he wasn't unable to lend a hand, but for the sake of a strange woman, offending Li Tianyi, the Sword Saint of the Guardian Temple, and getting into unnecessary trouble, was really not his style.

  This is indeed what everyone is most worried about, the words are spoken lightly, but if Li Minghui is provoked, how can this woman be dealt with? Looking at her delicate figure, it's just a matter of one punch.