blogombal Chapter 80 Are you guys playing this exciting?
Chapter 80 Are you guys playing this exciting?
The summer heat is unbearable.
Even though dark clouds hung low in the sky and a downpour was imminent, it was as if a furnace was burning within Luoyang City, stirring up a storm across the entire Jianghu, just like a small boat on a blue sea.
But in this quiet courtyard, no one paid attention to the turbulent events in the martial world; everyone's hearts were focused on Wei Wu.
Ding Baiyun put her arm around Wei Wu's and said softly with a smile, "Since ancient times, even heroes have found it hard to resist the charms of a beautiful woman. I thought a hero like Wei Wu would fall for some beauty's allure, but I never imagined he'd be just... a little girl who hasn't grown up yet!"
Her gaze lingered on Sun Xiaohong's chest, which held a bright future, for a fleeting moment. This pause was perfectly timed, complementing the second half of her sentence, and followed by a soft laugh.
Its destructive power is absolutely off the charts.
Sun Xiaohong was already dissatisfied, and now her round, bright eyes were even colder than frost. However, a dazzling smile bloomed on her face, and she said with a quick glance, "Yes, in terms of age, how can I compare to Aunt Ding? Oh, I remember you're already engaged, Aunt Ding, right? If it weren't for the Dragon-Tiger Battle held by Shaolin to determine the Dragon Gate Ranking, I suppose my elders would have been able to attend your wedding banquet."
Ding Baiyun was taken aback, then snapped angrily, "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Sun Xiaohong smiled without saying a word.
Lin Xian'er, who was leaning against the door, chuckled, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest, making her figure appear even more voluptuous.
She chimed in sweetly, "Auntie... haha~"
"You bitch! What are you laughing at!"
Lin Xian'er's smile directly drew all of Ding Baiyun's hatred onto her.
Ding Baiyun lived up to expectations, immediately releasing Wei Wu and looking angrily at Lin Xian'er. He reached out and gripped the hilt of his sword, shouting angrily as he was about to draw it when he suddenly remembered that his sword had been broken by Wei Wu, and only a small part of the blade remained in the sheath.
If it weren't taken out, others would still know that this is Fairy Baiyun's "Gentle Cloud Sword";
But if you draw it out, revealing the gleaming half of the blade...
I'm afraid the woman in front of me will laugh even more unrestrainedly.
Seeing that Ding Baiyun didn't make a move, Lin Xian'er's eyes flashed with surprise.
Although she had just met Ding Baiyun, her sharp eyes could tell that Ding Baiyun appeared weak but had a fiery temper. That's why she deliberately spoke up to provoke her and force her to take action.
The plan was perfect, but for some reason, the woman suddenly stopped.
Hua Baifeng stepped out from behind Lin Xian'er and said with considerable regret, "Why did she stop?"
She even pulled out the whip!
The prey didn't bite...
Ding Baiyun's eyes widened, his surprised gaze shifting back and forth between Lin Xian'er and Hua Baifeng, a fine layer of sweat beading on his fair forehead.
They've only just met, and he's already setting a trap for her?
What kind of loving family is this?!
That's too yin!
Ding Baiyun felt like he had stepped into a den of thieves, but when he caught a glimpse of Wei Wu watching the show out of the corner of his eye, he felt a little unwilling—
When she first heard about Wei Wu's achievements, she thought it was just some tall tale made up by some江湖人 (jianghu person, a term referring to people who are good at boasting and bluffing) people. But as his achievements became more substantial and impressive, her disdain turned into admiration and adoration.
When Ding Baiyun saw Wei Wu, a rebellious thought arose in his mind—
She absolutely must have this man!
In terms of martial arts, she was no match for Wei Wu.
But as a woman, she has an innate advantage. As long as she keeps this man on her to the end and has something on him, she is not afraid that he can escape her clutches.
She was determined to win over Wei Wu!
The thought of this renowned, undefeated man falling at her feet, and being snatched away from another woman, filled Ding Baiyun with excitement.
In a moment of impulsiveness, she drew her sword. "Let's have a duel! Whoever wins, Wei Wu is ours!"
The weather grew increasingly muggy, the clouds grew thicker, and a heavy gust of wind swept through the courtyard, rustling the leaves and making the small courtyard seem even more silent.
When Sun Xiaohong and the other two saw Ding Baiyun's broken sword, their first glance went to Wei Wu. Their intuition told them that Wei Wu must have done it.
But this woman seemed determined to have Wei Wu, so how could Wei Wu have broken her sword?
Could it be that this woman initially tried to force herself on him, but ended up being subdued?
Ding Baiyun was so embarrassed that she dug her toes into the ground, the soles of her shoes could have dug a three-bedroom apartment out of them. She felt an overwhelming sense of shame, and suddenly an idea popped into her head—
kill!
Kill them all, then keep Wei Wu occupied, and no one will know about this!
Ding Baiyun was no ordinary person, but when she saw the whip in Hua Baifeng's hand, her brows furrowed deeply. "White Python Whip? You're Hua Baifeng!"
Hua Baifeng gripped the still slightly damp whip, and with a "snap," lashed it out, easily striking Ding Baiyun's feet and sending up chunks of dirt. She sneered, "You know your stuff."
Ding Baiyun's expression turned solemn, as if she had discovered some earth-shattering secret. She solemnly said, "'The demon descends upon the world, the phoenix emerges from the western border.' Indeed, she lives up to her reputation as a witch of the demonic sect; her mere appearance in the martial world has thrown the martial world into chaos!"
With a light step, her figure moved as gracefully as a butterfly, retreating to Wei Wu's side. She said in a low voice, "This woman is a demoness from the Demonic Sect. She must have seduced you, causing you to disrupt the martial world and target Shaolin Temple!"
Wei Wu: "?"
"No, I don't like those bald monks."
Wei Wu had no intention of hiding anything. Even if he was a villain, he still had to be wicked in a blatant way. What kind of scoundrel would try to hide it?
Ding Baiyun blinked, then said seriously, "I've long disliked those bald monks from Shaolin. If you don't mind, I'm willing to lend you a hand."
Wei Wu glanced at Ding Baiyun's tense arm, unable to figure out what the woman was thinking, and immediately said, "Don't worry, I won't kill you."
The door is right there; you can leave whenever you want. Don't forget to tell the Shaolin Temple to finalize the list as soon as possible.
Ding Baiyun hesitated.
He glanced at Sun Xiaohong and the others, who were giving him a mocking look, then looked at Wei Wu seriously and said:
"In that case, I'll stay for now."
"Dream on," Sun Xiaohong sneered. "We're all his people, it's understandable that we live with him, but what makes you think you're staying?"
Ding Baiyun looked puzzled. "You're my fiancée, she..."
"I'm my master's beloved dog~" Lin Xian'er said softly when she saw the other person's gaze fall on her, making Ding Baiyun's breath catch in his throat.
This, this...
Her astonished gaze darted between Wei Wu and Lin Xian'er, her mind a jumbled mess, and she blurted out instinctively, "Are you guys playing this exciting?"
Ding Baiyun began to doubt whether he could hold Wei Wu firmly and not let up.
Hua Baifeng stepped forward at the opportune moment to deliver the finishing blow, handing the whip in her hand to Ding Baiyun.
Ding Baiyun took the whip with a puzzled look, and immediately smelled the strange smell on it. He instinctively felt disgusted, but at the same time, a faint heat emanated from his body.
Hua Baifeng chuckled softly in her ear, "This whip was personally inserted by Wei Wu when he went out..."
Ding Baiyun's pupils shrank sharply, and he gasped—
"That works too?!"
Hua Baifeng licked her lips wistfully, savoring the memory: "It's not impossible!"