Peerless War God in City

Although the Lady Boss refused, Ye Qingxuan was also stubborn. Without saying anything, she directly took the soup from the Lady Boss's hands. The latter could only helplessly step aside.    

    

Wiping away the sweat on her forehead, the Lady Boss looked at Ye Qingxuan with admiration and said, "Little Ye, your heart is so good. In the past, when I had no customers, you always came to visit me.    

    

"Whoever marries a girl like you would be blessed!"    

    

"Lady Boss, you flatter me!" Upon hearing this, a trace of shyness appeared on Ye Qingxuan's delicate and charming face.    

    

After that, Ye Qingxuan lowered her head and earnestly carried the bowl of soup towards the table. However, her body wasn't feeling well, and the pot was indeed very big, so lifting it was indeed a little strenuous.    

    

Upon seeing this, Haotian immediately stood up and walked over, preparing to take the soup from Ye Qingxuan's hand.    

    

At this time.    

    

Perhaps it was because she was carrying the soup and her steps had gotten a little bigger, which affected the pain of her lower body. Ye Qingxuan's center of gravity suddenly shifted, causing her to scream as her entire body fell to the ground while the pot in her hands was thrown away.    

    

"This is bad!"    

    

The pot that flew out was right above Ye Qingxuan's face. If the boiling water in the pot were to land on her face, it would be as hot as boiling water.    

    

Then, her face must be disfigured!    

    

"Little girl Ye!"    

    

The Lady Boss was scared silly by the sudden change of events. She wanted to rush forward to save Ye Qingxuan, but she couldn't move that fast.    

    

The hot pot went down as soon as it was said and was about to fall on Ye Qingxuan's body.    

    

Ye Qingxuan was quite frightened herself as well. As she watched, she knew that it was too late even though she wanted to dodge the hot pot that was about to fall to the ground.    

    

He also knew that if this hot pot fell, her face would be ruined.    

    

Although Ye Qingxuan didn't particularly care about her appearance, women were all beautiful creatures. If her face was disfigured, it would be a huge blow to her.    

    

Looking at the pot on the verge of collapse, Ye Qingxuan knew that there was nothing she could do!    

    

Following which, she closed her eyes in despair, waiting for misfortune to befall her …    

    

However, at this critical moment.    

    

A figure as fast as lightning, as graceful as a meteor sliding through the middle of the night, appeared in front of Ye Qingxuan in the blink of an eye and stopped her with a hand.    

    

This figure was extremely fast. The onlookers' vision blurred, and before they could see clearly, he was already hugging Ye Qingxuan.    

    

However …    

    

Even so.    

    

The suspense in their hearts didn't ease up because the pot in the air was finally about to collapse as soon as the figure embraced Ye Qingxuan.    

    

Next.    

    

When they saw him, they felt their hearts tremble.    

    

That figure …    

    

He did not move!    

    

He just stood there, prepared to let the soup fall from the pot and use the flesh and blood on his back to continue boiling the soup.    

    

This scene.    

    

Everyone was stunned. Their mouths were wide open as they stood there, aghast at what had just happened. The soup in the pot had just been carried down from the stove at a temperature of one hundred degrees.    

    

With just a mere flesh and blood, he was able to contend against a hundred Baidu worth of hot soup.    

    

How could this be? He could block it!    

    

Isn't this courting death? This kind of behavior, it's basically committing suicide!