C618 How dare You Play with Me?
C618 How dare You Play with Me?
The rockery, which was as tall as the two of them, was filled with small streams of water, which dripped into the artificial pond. Silver-white fishes were leaping out of the pond, making a light splash sound from time to time.
Lee Nanfang's arrival alarmed a bird in the green forest. It flapped its wings and let out a chirping sound before disappearing into the light in a flash.
Lee Nanfang walked to the rattan chair next to Hua Yeshen and sat down without waiting for anyone's invitation. He removed his shoes and placed them on the round white table.
The northwest wind of early winter was blowing, and the smell of salted fish was quickly spreading.
Only someone as poor as Lee Nanfang would do such a thing in front of a beauty like Hua Yeshen.
Lee Nanfang twitched his nose in pleasure. He picked up an apple, took a bite of it, then picked up a bottle of wine and directly blew on it. He then sighed in satisfaction and murmured, "Ah, this is what real life is like."
Hua Yeshen didn't say anything the entire time. It was as if she didn't smell the revolting smell of salted fish and completely ignored the existence of Li Jun. She just held her wine cup with her left hand as she blankly stared into the distance, letting her hair dance in the night wind.
"Didn't I hear you speak?"
The feeling of being ignored made Lee Nanfang unhappy.
Hua Yeshen continued to ignore him.
"Deaf? Or have you gone silly? "
As Lee Nanfang said this, he lifted his left foot and slowly moved it towards Hua Yeshen's face.
A few years ago, Lee Nanfang and Ye Xiaodao, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, drank a lot and slipped out to sleep on the ground.
When Ye Xiaodao woke up in the middle of the night, it was because Lee Nanfang had put the Stinky Foot on his face and awakened him. He vomited continuously the moment he got up, and almost fought with his life on the line afterwards.
He once boasted proudly that as long as he revealed his feet, the mosquitoes and flies would not dare to approach him. This was definitely the most advanced biological weapon.
Right now, this Stinky Foot with boundless power was slowly approaching Hua Yeshen's face. That biochemical stench must have long touched a woman's olfactory nerves.
Compared to men, women were more sensitive to this smell.
However, Hua Yeshen remained indifferent and stared straight ahead.
This caused Lee Nanfang to feel a sense of defeat. His embarrassment turned into anger and he decided to use his toes to rub against her Small Nose.
Hua Yeshen still didn't move.
However, Lee Nanfang could see that the corners of her eyes were trembling.
It seemed that she was trying her best to endure Lee Nanfang's rudeness.
The big boss of the Seven Stars Club was able to tell Old Lady Lin, the leader of the aristocrats, to scram, and to break Lin Kangbai's right leg in front of so many people, it was as easy as swatting a fly.
Why did she have to endure Lee Nanfang's rudeness?
Could it be that, because she betrayed me to Zhan Fei before, she felt guilty towards me, using a method that was willing to sniff my Stinky Foot to express her deep apology?
Boss Lee thought like this innocently in his heart. The tip of his foot lifted up her nose a little. He chuckled and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a cold light flash in front of his eyes.
Not good!
Lee Nanfang screamed in his heart as he quickly retracted his left foot.
Even though he retracted his feet quickly, he still felt a sharp pain on his heels. A fresh smell of blood quickly filled the air.
With a soft clank, a snow-white fruit knife ruthlessly pierced the round table.
The blade tip pierced deep into the Solid Wood's round table, reaching a total of three centimeters.
Luckily, Lee Nanfang was able to shrink his leg fast enough. Otherwise, with Hua Yeshen's knife, he would have been able to remove most of the part of his foot.
Even more to Jack's credit, Hua Yeshen had struck out in the midst of a serious illness.
Looking at her right hand that was holding the handle of the knife, Lee Nanfang knew that she really wanted to kill.
F * ck, are you serious?
Sensing that something was wrong, Lee Nanfang opened his mouth to curse. He put down the bottle of wine and stood up to argue with her. However, his raised right hand froze in mid-air, not daring to move again.
It was because he suddenly realized that if he put down the bottle of wine or did any normal actions that he wanted to do, Hua Yeshen would take the opportunity to launch a fatal attack.
Therefore, he could only remain still as he tensed up and stared at that hand from the corner of his eyes.
Hua Yeshen did not move.
Suddenly, both of them turned into statues.
The startled Night Bird flapped its wings a few times. When it couldn't find a safer habitat, it flew back and landed in the middle of the trees and flowers.
Sweat slowly dripped from Lee Nanfang's forehead and dripped into his eyes. It was very, very astringent, so astringent that it hurt.
Like his — heart.
After getting plotted against by Zhan Fei, Lee Nanfang knew Hua Yeshen's identity. Not only was it so simple, she should also be an expert hiding in the city. Like Zhan Fei, she came from a mysterious sect or organization.
However, he really did not expect Hua Yeshen's kung fu to be so high.
With her severe illness, just one swing was enough to let Lee Nanfang experience her power. This was also because of the intense murderous intent that erupted from her blade at the same time she swung it.
Killing intent was something that had to do with the level of one's martial arts. It had a direct bearing on how many people one had killed.
To put it more simply, the more strength a person possessed, the more people she would kill. The more killing intent she would unleash, the sharper it would be.
It was precisely because of her killing intent that Lee Nanfang was sure that Hua Yeshen was an extremely dangerous woman.
But he wasn't afraid.
No matter how powerful Hua Yeshen was, she was still severely ill.
Those who were seriously ill were like those who were drunk while driving. No matter how good their driving skills were, their reactions would be slow. It was already quite good for them to reach 30% of their usual level.
Cold sweat trickled down from his forehead. This was because his right hand and left foot were both currently suspended in the air, but he had to remain motionless.
A man is not a puppet; he can stand up straight for the rest of his life if he raises his arm.
Anyone else would be sweating after a few minutes.
Hua Yeshen was not tired.
All she had to do was straighten her back and grip the fruit knife tightly. She held the absolute advantage of waiting and waiting for the opportunity.
This advantage also made up for the fact that she was seriously ill.
However, Lee Nanfang was sure that she wouldn't last long.
If a person with a serious illness was able to maintain his perfect condition without illness, then he would underestimate the power of the disease.
Therefore, Lee Nanfang only needed to wait.
The stalemate with her continued, bit by bit wearing down the advantage she held until it was a balance, and finally she was completely at a disadvantage.
He only needed to wait for Hua Yeshen's dejection to show up and it would be the time for Lee Nanfang to take action.
The reason why Hua Yeshen, who currently held the absolute advantage, didn't dare to launch an attack without permission was because her severely ill body wasn't strong enough to support her advantage. Through her actions, she could turn the advantage into a fatal blow.
Therefore, she could only wait.
They had to rely on him.
She hoped that Lee Nanfang wouldn't be able to hold on. Whether it was his right hand holding the wine bottle or his left foot raising up, the slightest movement would expose her fatal weakness.
Unfortunately, it was very obvious that Lee Nanfang, who had much more practical experience than her, had long seen this point. Even when the sweat almost blinded his eyes, he was still able to remain motionless.
Time passed, minute by minute.
With a light click, a drop of sparkling and translucent sweat dripped down from Hua Yeshen's wrist, which was holding the saber, onto the table.
Lee Nanfang's eyes, which were soaked in sweat, showed a smile.
It was a happy smile, but it was also filled with a chilling cruelty.
He didn't understand. He had only taken advantage of this woman, to show how close they were in this way — she could be angry, scold him, slap him aside with her palm, even pour wine on his face. It wasn't out of the question.
Why? Why would he want to kill him?
Could it be that she had forgotten the fact that they were husband and wife for more than ten minutes within the Phoenix Dance Hall?
Lee Nanfang didn't need to be polite to this kind of heartless woman.
If you can kill me, why can't I kill you?
Time seemed to have frozen. This indescribable pressure made even the fish in the small pond beside feel uncomfortable. They couldn't help but leap out of the water, making a light splash sound.
With a light sound, the corner of Hua Yeshen's mouth curled up with difficulty, and the tendons on the back of her right hand disappeared.
Under such severe conditions, she was unable to hold on to her strength. She was able to confront Lee Nanfang with her life on the line for a long period of time.
She had to catch her breath.
As long as she took a breath, even if it was just a second of rest, she could regain the advantage.
One second?
What a joke.
One second wasn't a long time, but when it came to experts, it was a matter of life and death.
Before Hua Yeshen could loosen her grip on the corner of her mouth, a loud bang could be heard.
The sound of the wine bottle hitting the table exploded.
The sound of the explosion still echoed in Hua Yeshen's ears as she took out the broken wine bottle that was as sharp as a knife. It was aimed straight at her throat.
She wanted to lean back from the bottle.
However, just as she did this, one of her hands had already grabbed the back of her neck, sealing off her escape route.
She also wanted to pull out the fruit knife that was stabbed into the round table, then stab it into Lee Nanfang's heart and die together with him.
However, Lee Nanfang's reaction was much faster than she expected.
Taking advantage of Hua Yeshen's low spirits and her slightly relaxed state, Lee Nanfang jumped towards her. He bent over and grabbed the bottle of wine with his right hand while his left hand gripped the back of her neck and his chest pressed against the handle of her knife.
I'm dead.
Sigh.
To die like this at his hands was actually quite good.
It's just that I didn't expect this kid to be so formidable. No wonder he was humiliated by the Star God back then.
However, when I used Yin Yang Ghost Art twice to deal with him, how could he be so weak?
Oh, I see, he was pretending.
Hehe, Lee Nanfang, even when your life is at stake, you can still pretend with me. What else can I believe that is real?
In this unreal world, there really is nothing worth staying in.
After losing the chance to die with Lee Nanfang, Hua Yeshen's heart calmed down. She immediately thought of this and sighed. She closed her eyes and waited for the sharp edge to pierce through her throat.
It would be over in an instant.
She believed that Lee Nanfang would give her a quick death on account of their intimate relationship.
Lee Nanfang didn't give her a quick death.
The intention was not to let her die happily. It was not to turn the tide and wreak havoc on her like a cat playing with a mouse. It was also possible that the incomparably sharp glass stubble would stop just by touching the skin of her white throat.
Lee Nanfang casually threw the wine bottle into the swimming pool, loosened the back of her neck and sat back down on the rattan chair he was sitting on. Then, he grabbed a grape and stuffed it in his mouth.