Chapter 465

He performed a tooth extraction surgery on him.

He likely pulled out quite a bit of his tongue as well.

From now on, he won't be able to say "Not so, not so" anymore.

Murong Fu and the other three family generals exclaimed in shock:

"Third Brother Bao!"

Gu Hanyuan sneered:

"Was Gu Mou speaking to you? How ignorant."

Gu Hanyuan's words made the expressions of the four men even uglier.

Especially Murong Fu's.

How was this act of Gu Hanyuan's any different from slapping him in the face?

Yet, given Gu Hanyuan's current prestige and Wu Gong,

Murong Fu didn't even dare to harbor thoughts of resistance.

Feng Bo'e looked furious.

He wanted to step forward and fight to the death.

However, he was stopped by Murong Fu, who was quick-witted and agile.

Murong Fu cupped his hands and said apologetically in a respectful voice:

"Young Master Gu, I apologize to you on behalf of Third Brother Bao. Please spare him."

Bao Butong spent all day arguing with his "Not so, not so."

If it weren't for people in the Wu Lin fearing the reputation of Southern Murong,

he would have died eight hundred times over already.

Even Duan Yu was feeling a bit of schadenfreude at this moment.

Clearly, he had suffered his fair share of frustration from Bao Butong.

However, seeing Bao Butong in such a miserable state,

he couldn't help but advise, feeling a bit of pity:

"Young Master Gu, let it go."

Yet Gu Hanyuan didn't pay him the slightest bit of attention.

He walked straight past him toward Bao Butong, who was still rolling on the ground in pain.

Wang Yuyan only just reacted to the shocking turn of events.

She and Bao Butong had some friendship.

Wang Yuyan advised in a clear voice, like an oriole emerging from a valley:

"Big Brother Gu, please spare Third Brother Bao this once."

Hearing this, Gu Hanyuan stopped his footsteps and turned around.

He looked at Wang Yuyan and revealed a gentle smile:

"Since Yuyan is pleading for him, then let it be."

That transition from cold to warm

was like winter snow meeting the scorching sun.

Wang Yuyan felt a breeze of spring brush across the lake of her heart.

A blush rose upon her pretty face.

She lowered her head slightly and said shyly and delicately:

"Thank you, Big Brother Gu."

Gu Hanyuan said with a gentle smile:

"You have been out for quite some time now. Lady Wang must be worried. I will take you back to Mantuo Villa."

Wang Yuyan had come specifically to see Gu Hanyuan.

It was just that she hadn't found an opportunity to speak during the North Shaolin Assembly.

Seeing that Gu Hanyuan was going to take her back now,

she naturally would not object.

Gu Hanyuan said to the Mantuo Villa guards accompanying them, including Granny Rui:

"I will take Yuyan and leave first; you all return to Mantuo Villa yourselves."

Granny Rui and the others responded respectfully.

They were not being this respectful solely because of Gu Hanyuan's prestige.

Gu Hanyuan had spent quite a lot of time at Mantuo Villa.

And Li Qingluo was someone who indulged in pleasure.

Except for the oblivious Wang Yuyan,

these trusted subordinates of theirs had vaguely sensed some of the truth.

They also regarded Gu Hanyuan as half a master of the house.

Gu Hanyuan nodded with satisfaction.

Ignoring Murong Fu and Duan Yu,

amidst Wang Yuyan's shy exclamation,

he picked her up in a bridal carry.

He stepped onto the Zhan Long Sword and flew toward the sky.

Murong Fu watched with a dark face as that streak of emerald light streaked across the horizon.

He ignored the indignation of Feng Bo'e and the others.

He let out a long, gloomy sigh.

Duan Yu, meanwhile, was wearing an expression of complete disillusionment.

He saw that although Wang Yuyan had exclaimed in surprise,

she showed absolutely no intention of resisting Gu Hanyuan's bridal carry.

Clearly, the relationship between the two was even more intimate than he had imagined.

For Duan Yu, who had been fawning over her without success,

the blow was not insignificant.

She could only silently grieve in sorrow.

At this moment, Gu Hanyuan, "flying on his sword," felt the soft and youthful, resilient body of Wang Yuyan in his arms.

Watching her cheer and jump for joy because she was flying in the sky for the first time,

that pure, ethereal face was suddenly stained with the aura of mortal life.