Chapter 1587 - 1588: Pretending With Me Again
Yang Fei chuckled, his face full of a mischievous smile.
"Precisely because he is from the Qianji Style, I hit him. My fists only strike the strong, not bully the weak."
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei with astonishment.
"Mr. Yang, are you really not afraid of the people from the Qianji Style Karate Dojo?"
"They behave ruthlessly here, completely treating us as if we were not human."
Yang Fei continued to smile, but his smile had a certain sinister quality.
"No problem, I hit exactly the people from the Qianji Style."
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei with shock, completely unable to comprehend why he would provoke the formidable Qianji Style, which was a gang of ferocious bandits!
Xiao Xuanya watched Yang Fei with a playful smile on his face, and suddenly her eyes brightened as if she understood something.
She shook her head and said to Shui Rou, "Miss, you go ahead and take care of your business. Don't mind this guy."
"In this world, the people who can beat him haven't been born yet."
Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei with a questioning gaze, and Yang Fei nodded affirmatively to her.
"That's right, you don't need to worry about Qianji Style's matters, nor speak of them to outsiders. You go on and stay busy."
Seeing Yang Fei's nonchalant demeanor, Shui Rou recalled his incredible Kung Fu skills earlier and felt somewhat reassured.
She tidied up the dishes and went out.
After Shui Rou left, Xiao Xuanya turned around, her eyes like an autumn pool, filled with charming smiles.
"Rascal, have you found some way to deal with Karate?"
Yang Fei chuckled, his eyes looking at her as his eyebrows raised with smugness.
"Guess what?"
Xiao Xuanya's light green eyes spun around as she walked over to Yang Fei.
She gently helped Yang Fei massage his shoulders, her voice soft and tender.
"You are a great hero, the world's most intelligent person. How could I guess what you're planning?"
Yang Fei looked at Little Demon, cleverly watching him, her eyes like rippling water, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Damn, she's truly a fairy.
Yang Fei thought, if Xiao Yaojing had nine tails attached to her behind, she would be a genuine Nine-Tailed Fox.
He raised his large hand and slapped Xiao Yaojing's behind with a sound, playfully scolding.
"Xiao Yaojing, you're pretending with me again. You know exactly what I'm up to."
Xiao Xuanya let out a soft whine, covering her jelly-like quivering behind.
She bit her lip, her eyes watery, and her throat emitted a sharp and delicate moan.
"You're so bad, hitting so hard."
As Xiao Xuanya spoke, she gasped slightly, her white pearly teeth biting her lower lip, face flushed with bashfulness.
Yang Fei was entranced, a blaze rising in his abdomen, his eyes began to turn red.
He embraced Xiao Xuanya's waist fiercely, gritting his teeth: "Little Demon, you are pushing me."
Xiao Xuanya giggled sweetly, twisting her waist like a cat as she dashed into her room, shutting the door with a bang.
"I'm a fairy, don't provoke me, go find other girls."
At this moment, Yang Fei nearly ground his teeth to pieces.
This fairy intentionally provokes him and when he can no longer control himself, she slips away like a fish, disappearing without a trace from his hands.
To deal with such a fairy, absolute force is what's needed for conquest.
Yang Fei burned with passion and could no longer resist, rushing to Xiao Yaojing's door.
Just at this moment, Yang Fei suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
He abruptly realized that under Xiao Yaojing's seduction, his own mind had lost control.
Damn, this damn Charming Art.
Yang Fei clenched his teeth, forcibly stopping his momentum, starting to gather his mind.
Conquering a woman like Xiao Yaojing is any man's dream, but if conquered by her, things could turn dire.
Xiao Xuanya leaned against the door, a shy smile playing on her lips, her light green eyes flowing like spring water, with a faint expectation.
But after waiting for a while, Xiao Xuanya didn't see Yang Fei breaking in.
She only felt her heart, like being scratched by a kitty's paw, tingling and soft, her whole body feeling a bit weak.
Xiao Xuanya secretly opened the door a small crack to peek outside.
Yang Fei was lying on the ivy-covered courtyard wall, holding a jug of old wine, slowly sipping.
Behind him, a bright moon had risen in the east, as if hanging above his head.
"Damn, this heartless bastard of a man!"
Xiao Xuanya's strength vanished without a trace, both frustrated and angry.
This jerk, when serious he is more capricious than anyone, but when she truly desires him, he pretends to be gentlemanly.
Xiao Xuanya's face flushed and her heart raced, yet she couldn't help but feel more attached to Yang Fei.
She knew this was the backlash of the Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty's Charming Art, yet she was helpless.
Yang Fei casually spotted Xiao Xuanya down below, looking left and right, and burst into laughter.
He whistled loudly: "Xiao Yaojing, if you want to drink wine, come up here. I'll treat you to some."
"Pshaw, you lousy drunkard, go sleep with your wine jar. I won't pay attention to you anymore."
Xiao Xuanya knew he saw her awkwardness, her cheeks flushed, slamming the door shut with a bang.
Yang Fei laughed heartily on the courtyard wall, full of pride.
Xiao Xuanya's Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty's Charming Art is truly formidable, Yang Fei's mind could be easily captured if not careful.
Thus, Yang Fei always stayed vigilant, constantly cautious.
If he accidentally fell for Xiao Xuanya's Heavenly Fragrance and National Beauty, Yang Fei would end up hopelessly devoted to her alone, leaving other girls heartbroken.
Abandoning an entire forest for a single tree, as a professional rogue, this would be an unforgivable mistake.
Yang Fei drank a jug of old wine, gazing at the bright moon above.
The moon cast its clean light, draping a layer of chiffon over Wang Town, beautiful and surreal.
Yet Yang Fei knew this tranquility was merely the calm before the storm.
Since he had fought against the Qianji Style Karate, their retaliation would not be far off.
In recent years, among the top ten masters on the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament's rankings, Sang Country's Karate martial artists filled at least half.
With Yang Fei deciding to disrupt the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, he would start with this so-called Qianji Style Karate Dojo.
Yang Fei was not mistaken; under the calm moonlit night, a new storm was brewing.
The Qianji Style Karate Dojo is located in Pinghu City, 50 kilometers away from Wang Town.
Pinghu City is Li Island's largest city, housing over ten thousand people, with tall buildings and bustling streets.
At this moment, in front of the Qianji Style Dojo, a white stretcher lay with Buck lying weakly atop, barely breathing, unconscious.
The Qianji Style Dojo Master Takeda Yuichi, his face stern like water, his eyes fixed on Buck on the ground.
His long horse face was pale with rage, his chest heaving, clearly unable to quell his anger.
Buck had always been Takeda Yuichi's trusted aide.
Many lowly and unscrupulous deeds, which Takeda Yuichi couldn't perform due to his status as a Martial Arts Grandmaster, were all executed by this trusted outer door disciple.
These years, Buck lent money at high interest rates for Takeda Yuichi and accumulated considerable wealth.
Just last month, Buck delivered a female student whom Takeda Yuichi had fancied to his bed.
Without Buck's capable assistance, Takeda Yuichi would lose a lot of pleasures.
But now, this trusted outer door disciple Buck was beaten into a sorry dog-like state.