Chapter 1580 - 1581: Affectionate People Die Young
Yang Fei and Xiao Xuanya watched from a distance.
Xiao Xuanya pinched Yang Fei's waist hard, her eyes full of laughter.
"Look at how loyal and righteous they are, while you are just a philanderer."
Yang Fei chuckled quietly, but his fingers had already snuck toward the dagger at his waist, revealing a cold murderous intent in his eyes.
"Even the heavens have emotions and grow old, deeply affectionate people die young. Look at this foolish man. If he hadn't encountered me, he would definitely have had his brains blown out by bullets."
Xiao Xuanya spat, laughing softly, her eyes full of charm yet exuding a venomous aura.
"Deeply affectionate people can't die, not when they meet me."
On the other side, the pirate didn't expect this man to haggle endlessly with him over such a broken ring.
He grinned maliciously: "In that case, you can both go to hell together."
As he spoke, he tossed the ring, aimed the pitch-black muzzle at the man.
The man was stunned, looked up at the pirate, only then realizing he was in severe danger.
He shivered, hugged the woman tightly, and screamed in horror.
"I don't dare anymore, please spare us, take the ring."
The woman, facing the pirate's dark muzzle, also hugged the male passenger tightly, her eyes tightly shut.
The others who observed this scene were all terrified, their faces pale.
The pirate snorted, put away his gun, tossed the silver ring into a sack, and turned to leave.
He unexpectedly did not trouble the couple.
The man breathed a sigh of relief, tightly hugging the crying female passenger.
Yang Fei also breathed a sigh of relief. This guy actually wasn't intent on random killing, so Yang Fei refrained from taking action.
He wanted to see what these pirates were up to, daring to rob from the ancestor of robbers.
However, just then, Yang Fei noticed the pirate who had turned to leave, his eyes gleaming with a vicious and malicious smile.
Yang Fei was startled, sensing trouble, and with a flash, charged toward the pirate.
Sure enough, the pirate's rifle turned, suddenly aimed at the man and woman hugging each other, finger pulling the trigger.
Bam!
A muffled gunshot echoed across the deck.
Yang Fei shoved the pirate's gun upward, then followed with a heavy punch to the pirate's abdomen.
The pirate's body flew like a kite with broken strings, instantly knocking another pirate to the ground, both turning into tumbling gourds.
Yang Fei quickly grabbed the rifle, opened fire—bam bam bam—bullets seemed to sprout eyes, shooting in all directions.
Seven or eight pirates fell in response, each accurately struck between the eyebrows.
All spectators gazed incredulously at what was happening.
The man who had just been cowering timidly in the corner became a fierce white-fronted tiger in an instant, exuding killing intent, like a Heavenly God descending to earth.
The transformation left everyone unable to immediately comprehend the situation.
Yang Fei emptied the rifle magazine in one go, bent down to withdraw a dagger from inside his calf.
A pirate opposite reacted fastest, holding an M16 assault rifle, charged over.
Yang Fei's dagger, transforming into a flash of cold light, shot straight at his throat.
The pirate abruptly halted, his assault rifle falling to the ground.
The dagger pierced his throat, then out through the back of his neck, forming a terrifying through-and-through wound, spraying a shower of blood.
At this moment, the pirate leader finally responded suddenly.
He snatched an assault rifle from a pirate behind him, aimed at Yang Fei, and opened fire.
Simultaneously, pirates who responded in time crouched down and shot at Yang Fei.
On the deck, stowaways promptly reacted, crying out as they desperately sought cover further away.
Yet, with pirates firing together, amid the storm of bullets, ricochets still killed two stowaways.
Yang Fei's form, like a Leopard sprinting through the mountains, or a Lone Wolf hunting in the wilderness.
His whole body moved so fast it was hard to see, leaving only streaks of afterimages in the air.
Wherever Yang Fei went, countless screams of agony arose.
Each gunmen grasped their throats, collapsing on the ground, blood gushing forth like a fountain.
The leader's assault rifle spewed bullets in a fan shape.
His eyes couldn't make out Yang Fei's figure at all, only instinctively turned his inner fear into a barrage of bullets.
Just at this moment, a graceful woman appeared by the leader's side, not knowing when or how.
The woman patted the leader's shoulder and sighed: "You won't succeed like this."
The leader instinctively turned his head, the woman took the rifle from his hands, her eyes carrying a curious smile.
"Watch closely, I'll teach you how to shoot."
The pirate marauders, who roamed the seas, seeing the woman take their gun, instantly instinctively resisted.
Yet, when his eyes met the woman's charming, enchanting face, his mind blurred.
He involuntarily handed over the assault rifle to the woman.
The woman gradually aimed the rifle at the leader, her voice extremely soft.
"Stand still, I'll teach you how to kill."
The leader stared blankly at the woman, only finding her every gesture beautiful, as if a Heavenly Immortal descended to earth.
In his heart, he faintly felt that even dying in this woman's hands would be worth it.
Not only the leader thought this, but even his two guards and the surrounding pirates also thought so.
Everyone gazed foolishly at the woman's face—a beauty beyond the mortal realm—not touched by the smoke and dust of The Human Realm, feeling as if they saw Guanyin Bodhisattva.
The woman smiled faintly, her gaze mesmerizing, while the automatic rifle in her hand suddenly spewed bullets.
After the flashes of bullets, they turned the surrounding seven or eight pirates into bloody sieves.
This woman was, of course, Xiao Xuanya.
She had practiced the Internal Cultivation Methods of Celestial Beauty, achieving a certain level, breaking through the Golden Core Realm.
When this Cultivation Technique reaches its peak, not only does one possess formidable Qi-Blood and Essence Qi, but also naturally attain an alluring force, leaving people enchanted and lost.
Xiao Xuanya killed the pirate leader, smiled gracefully at everyone, retrieved a White Silk Scarf, and slowly wiped her hands.
Her expression was gentle and approachable, like the big sister next door.
"Oh dear, I've killed again, I really detest killing in this life, it's so boring."
Everyone looked at the pirates struggling on the deck, near death, and shuddered violently.
This was what it truly meant to be heartless as a viper, beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal—such a woman, you shouldn't even contemplate.
At this moment, Yang Fei had already slaughtered the pirates on the deck completely, blood spreading over the deck, forming winding rivulets.
Yang Fei watched from afar as Xiao Xuanya effortlessly took down the pirate leader, promptly giving her a thumbs up.
"Yaxuan, well done."
Yang Fei discarded the dagger in his hand, stepped over the chaotic remains, and approached Xiao Xuanya.
Chanting aloud.
"In the Northern Country, there is beauty, extraordinary and independent, who causes cities to fall at a glance, and nations at a second. Your beauty is incredibly dangerous, a life-stealer indeed."
Xiao Xuanya discarded the White Silk Scarf in her hand, smiled gracefully at Yang Fei, her eyes reverting to pitiable and full of grievance.
"But some people remain indifferent to my beauty. Even with Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty, what's the use?"