Strongest Guard

Where did the great King go, and what he did to her when she was unconscious, Hua Yeshen no longer cared.    

It was easy enough for her to guess that the king had fed her something while she was unconscious.    

What good can the king feed her?    

It was nothing more than a poison that made her suffer even more than a beauty with a rosy complexion.    

She didn't care.    

Even if the next moment, a layer of black hair suddenly sprouted out of her delicate body, and her flower-like face suddenly elongated. Sharp fangs could be seen coming out of her mouth — Hua Yeshen didn't care.    

After she dared to say the word "pitiful" to Yang Guanguan, she knew that her future fate was inextricably linked to her sadness.    

"Life is nothing but death."    

Hua Yeshen suddenly thought of this famous saying and felt her whole body relax.    

No matter how tragic his death was, he would just turn into a corpse.    

A dead person wouldn't be afraid of King Xuanyuan.    

Hua Yeshen no longer complained about the miserable fate, nor did she resent the king.    

She suddenly thought it through. Since the heavens didn't favor her so much, and they had to arrange for her to walk around in the mortal world, why not enjoy this vulgar life before the tragic end?    

Like the young women of the same age, they carried their lovers and children on their backs, went dancing at night, drank wine, and went to hotels with men they liked. They parted ways the next morning, as if nothing had ever happened between them.    

"Perhaps, that is the true life? Unfortunately, all my good youth in the past has been wasted on work and love. At the end of the day, he realized that the so-called work and love were all fake. The truest thing in a person's life is to enjoy the present. "    

The more Hua Yeshen thought about it, the more she felt that it was reasonable.    

Some of the people who had been suppressed by her for the past thirty years immediately jumped up in joy, trying their best to persuade her, "Get out, get out! "Get out!"    

This enchanted thought prompted her to put on her most beautiful clothes, to yellow in the mirror, to put on a white windbreaker, to put on a pair of large tinted glasses, to step on her high heels with a satchel, to walk out of the room into the elevator and out into the lobby again, ignoring those who were stunned by her appearance, to get into her white Maserati and drive out of the parking lot.    

She felt that the fearsome king should be watching her closely from the shadows.    

But what was there?    

"Impressive, you will kill me right now.    

If I don't die tonight, that will be the beginning of my fall.    

Anyway, no one really cares about me.    

The King only drove me around like an ox, Fu Su's mind was filled with thoughts on how to become the new Patriarch. Muchen and the others were also threatening me to rebel against the evil forces with them, otherwise, they would kill me.    

My superiors, my loved ones, my sisters, none of them really cared for me.    

Everyone was using me as a sexy and flirtatious tool.    

They would only use me, treat my true feelings like trash, and step on the ground with one foot, trampling on it.    

No one could stand from my point of view and think about me and see that I really only wanted to be a happy little woman.    

No one --    

Perhaps there was once a person?    

But unfortunately, he's already dead, so he won't be able to fulfill the promise he made to me.    

Lee Nanfang, do you remember last year when you left the Seven Stars Club, you told someone to tell me that I'm your woman, so I should obediently stay at home and wait for you to solve all the problems?    

Surely you don't remember.    

So what if he did?    

You're dead.    

It was said that only after a person died would they know the things they didn't know before they died.    

If that's the case, then you should know that the damned woman who pushed you back in the wilderness is me.    

This is good as well. You took away my first time, and I've also pushed you in the opposite direction. This can be considered as returning the favor, no one owning anyone else.    

So you know what it is, and don't blame me for being unruly tonight.    

The reason I came to Phoenix Dance Hall is to commemorate our first time back then.    

Do you remember how brutally you invaded me that night?    

Surely you don't know.    

Hua Nu didn't know either.    

All of you … are already dead.    

Dead.    

I'm still alive.    

"Hehe."    

Seeing the Phoenix Dance Hall's flickering neon lights, Hua Yeshen painfully closed her eyes, as if she was bidding farewell.    

When she opened her eyes again, all the sadness was gone.    

He turned around and looked.    

She had a clear feeling that the great king was hiding in the darkness, staring at her with cold eyes.    

"Do you dare to come with me?"    

After she charmingly laughed for a bit, Hua Yeshen carried her small bag and walked toward the Phoenix Dance Hall with large strides, like an arrogant queen.    

As soon as she walked in, Hua Yeshen, who had attracted the attention of all the horny students, sat at the bar. She raised her hand and snapped her fingers at the bartender who was staring at her drooling eyes.    

As he said this, he took out a stack of bills from his bag and lightly slapped it on the bar.    

She had a sexy and flirtatious appearance, a noble and pressing temperament, and was a super rich lady who viewed money like dirt. Who wouldn't like such a beauty?    

Whoever doesn't like it, get out of Phoenix Dance Bar!    

"Yes, yes. Beautiful woman, just don't go home tonight, okay? "    

The bartender finally realized that being stingy in front of a beautiful woman would hurt his good looks. After all, the earrings and hairstyle had just been made today. He was hoping they would hook up with her.    

"Not going home tonight? "Well, I like it."    

Hua Yeshen smiled softly, slightly tilting her chin, and bit her right index finger with her half-open mouth. "Handsome, are you coming home tonight?"    

In the past, a young man like Hua Yeshen, as a man, who wore earrings and had a strange hairstyle, was especially unsightly to the eye.    

But tonight, she thought she might have been wrong.    

Everything she didn't like was her real life.    

Now that she had decided to enjoy the real life before she died, she had to change her mind and accept what she had once despised.    

Once a woman decides to go off the rails, the speed at which her thoughts change is quite frightening.    

"I, I'm not going home. "Not home."    

The Bartender's small face turned red at Hua Yeshen's words. His actions were distorted, and some of the wine spilled onto the floor.    

"Don't be nervous, little brother. You can do it well."    

Hua Yeshen placed her right hand on the Bartender's wrist.    

Her fingers were as white as spring onions, and she only wanted the bartender to pick them up and eat them.    

However, just as he was about to throw away the thing in his hand and grab the hand without a care, he felt countless cold gazes shooting towards him like sharp arrows.    

If it had been an arrow, the bartender would have taken it for granted.    

This feeling of surrealism made the Bartender suddenly understand the logic behind it.    

No matter how well he dressed or how stylishly he dressed, he was nothing in the eyes of those who had succeeded.    

If he accepted the invitation from the beauty in front of him, he wouldn't be home tonight — his body would most likely appear in the sewer tomorrow morning.    

Those who were truly capable never did such a thing.    

Just like how a real beauty would disdain to even glance at these trendy men.    

After the hundred thousand arrows had extinguished the fire in his heart, the Bartender's movements returned to normal.    

He did not dare to stare back fearlessly.    

Because he was very clear that Brother Meng was amongst the fierce gazes that shot towards him like sharp arrows.    

Brother Meng's name is Zhang Meng. It's so elegant, so romantic.    

However, anyone who knew Brother Meng would understand one thing, "A nice name never means that its owner is a good person."    

"I'm sorry, ma'am. It suddenly occurred to me that my girlfriend was coming over tonight, so I had to go home. "    

The bartender gently pushed the mixed wine in front of Hua Yeshen.    

"Have a good night."    

Hua Yeshen, of course, could see that the bartender had changed his words. She nodded politely, smiled, and offered her blessings. She then took off her white windbreaker and handed it over. "Then, can you help me keep my clothes?"    

"Good, good, good!"    

The Bartender's nose finally began to bleed as he reached out to pick up the clothes.    

His heart roared, "Why am I not a big shot like Brother Meng!?"    

If he was someone as important as Brother Meng, then he wouldn't have cared about the angry stares of others. Tonight, he could carry this young woman to sleep that could not even be described with the word "top quality".    

Hua Yeshen was wearing a black suit under her white windbreaker.    

The bartender might have seen it before, women in those clothes coming to Dixie Hall for fun, all sorts of styles.    

However, there had never been a woman who could cause this young woman to act like this. The only thing he wanted to do was to grab a knife and silence everyone in the club, then dominate over her!    

What Hua Yeshen was wearing was not the low-cut style that made it easy for men to enjoy the beautiful scenery. On the contrary, it was very "conservative".    

The collar was a white lace collar with white flowers all the way to the chin.    

In fact, sometimes being conservative was the biggest temptation.    

It was faintly discernible, and had always been the highest realm of beauty.    

As blood dripped from the bartender's nose onto his chest, it occurred to him that he should recognize the clothes.    

It was online, designed by a foreign fashion designer to increase the enjoyment of women in the boudoir.    

Ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine.    

Local currency.    

The bartender wasn't mistaken. The black suit Hua Yeshen was wearing was what he'd seen online.    

There was also a very pleasant name — Night Elf.    

Men will never understand how fashion can be so attractive to women.    

After they saw a piece of clothing, it was like when a man saw a certain beauty, he would never be able to forget it.    

Even if it was like Hua Yeshen, who bought it and didn't wear it, it would still be good to hang it in her closet.    

"Thank you."    

Hua Yeshen didn't mock the bartender for his lack of manners. Instead, she drank her cup of wine and didn't go home. She nodded in thanks before stepping down from the high chair. She raised her chin like a queen and proudly looked at the dance floor.    

"Kneel before the top ten consecutively! My teammates, he won't follow me! I just want to keep the crap out of it. Little Joe, you are a tyrant! Lu Ben was going to chase after Zhao Yun! "I, charge, charge, charge, charge..."    

When Hua Yeshen walked onto the dance floor, the singer on the high platform suddenly roared like a madman.    

Along with the explosion of this classic "Mai Chuan", the atmosphere in the entire club instantly rose to an unprecedented level.    

All the men in the dance floor, as if possessed, raised their arms high to surround their queen --    

The lights went out.