Chapter 136: She Does Not Care (Request for Monthly Tickets)

Lu Xingzhou beheaded Ye Wufeng at Qingyao Garden...

It is hard to imagine the magic of that sentence, making the main hall of the Demon Suppressing Bureau quieter than after a gavel strike, leaving Sheng Qingfeng, such an old hand, frozen in place, his mouth half-open like a statue.

Only when a subordinate stammered that the boy beside Lu Xingzhou also participated did Sheng Qingfeng's expression shift slightly, as if released from a petrified state; he then patted the subordinate's shoulder heavily: "What was your name again... Report to the Public Affairs Department tomorrow. You will write the headlines from now on."

Knowing in his heart the heavy within significance of the Ghost Boy's joint attack in this matter, the shock was at least less outrageous, yet still very strange.

Because no matter how one deduces, someone like Ye Wufeng, who relies on movement techniques to eat, even if he cannot defeat you, at least escaping should not be difficult.

There is a huge gap between defeating and killing... How exactly did he die so cleanly and decisively...

Regardless, the case troubling the Demon Suppressing Bureau was settled in one stroke, and everyone in the bureau, including Sheng Qingfeng himself, felt very good.

Sheng Qingfeng recalled the sentence Lu Xingzhou said at home: "Even if my uncle is unwilling to get involved in the Huo family's affairs, if Ye Wufeng dares to hurt Young Lady Sheng, I will not let him live comfortably."

Who could have thought that a sentence originally thought to be boasting would actually be fulfilled that very night...

Sheng Qingfeng thought for a while, then waved his hand and ordered: "Go, bring back Ye Wufeng's corpse. The wounds on his body must not be studied by outsiders, and you are not allowed to spread news of this. The Demon Suppressing Bureau owes Lu Xingzhou a great favor and must protect the privacy of his combat methods."

"Yes."

Watching his subordinate leave, Sheng Qingfeng's comfortable expression slowly stiffened again.

Oh no, this boy is so reliable; what is my daughter's mood?

For the vast majority of people who have no idea, a child participating in a battle would almost never be taken to heart; A Nuo's role in it was directly ignored. Now, what is thundering through the capital is still that one sentence: Lu Xingzhou beheaded Ye Wufeng at Qingyao Garden.

On the Misty Rain Tower, Huo Jin looked at a table of cold dishes as if falling into a dream.

Lu Xingzhou did not come; he thought Lu Xingzhou was deliberately acting aloof and late, secretly thinking it was good to wait a bit; the longer Lu Xingzhou wandered outside, the more chances Ye Wufeng had, right?

But what is this... Lu Xingzhou has wandered all the way to Qingyao Garden, that place in the opposite direction; he simply never intended to come!

Huo Jin looked at the dishes on the table, feeling the pig's head in the bowl seemed to be laughing at him.

And that thing... how did Lu Xingzhou kill Ye Wufeng? Recalling the scene where his whole body went numb just from Ye Wufeng's gaze, Huo Jin simply could not imagine it; his heart beat like a drum, and he rushed home immediately.

The Sheng family.

Sheng Yuanyao, who had been lying on the bed nursing her wounds, suddenly jumped up and grabbed the maid who came to report: "Say that again?"

The maid stammered and repeated it, and her look at the Young Lady held a bit of envy and a flavor of gossip.

Sheng Yuanyao read the maid's look, and her pretty face unconsciously became a bit hot.

Where else could they fight, why choose Qingyao Garden?

Of course, because that was where she, Sheng Yuanyao, was attacked; Lu Xingzhou was plainly telling Ye Wufeng that he was taking revenge for her, Sheng Yuanyao; there was no doubt about this.

She was attacked in the morning, and by night Ye Wufeng lost his head; not even a day had passed...

Originally, Lu Xingzhou had been somewhat reluctant even to agree to deal with Ye Wufeng; after agreeing, he hadn't really taken it to heart, each doing their own thing, only reminding himself to be careful, with no initiative at all. But on the very night she, Sheng Yuanyao, was attacked, Lu Xingzhou acted...

Thinking of Lu Xingzhou's fury when she was injured, Sheng Yuanyao instinctively bit her lower lip; the feeling of a deer's heart pounding, which had calmed after a day of rest, started again, and even more severely.

Sheng Yuanyao spun around in place a few times, and finally could not hold back: "I, I will go out to find him to express my gratitude."

The maid hurriedly held her back: "Young Lady, you are an injured person, do not go out casually..."

"It's fine, the inn where he stays is very close to here." The maid could not hold Sheng Yuanyao; while her voice was still audible, the person had already run away.

On that side, Lu Xingzhou and his group were leisurely returning to the inn; Pei Chuyun said with a smile: "To be honest, before we set out, I thought I would need to act."

"There was indeed an expectation that you would act; that was a situation of last resort. If possible, we should leave no trace of you... Overall, you are my trump card with the confidence to kill him; without your escape technique, I would not dare to boast about being able to keep him."

Pei Chuyun nodded: "He is quite strong, but in direct combat, he is rather average... In a one-on-one fight, he probably could not defeat me; with A Nuo having the Yuan Magnetic Cake, she should also be able to win against him."

"What about when he hides and assassinates?"

Pei Chuyun fell silent for a moment: "Then I really have no confidence. His assassination and direct combat can be considered two different levels of person... Judging by the pressure he gave when hiding and assassinating, I still recognize him as the number one among the new talents; there is not much water in it. To be honest, it is simply ridiculous that such a person would abandon his greatest advantage and be willing to come out and duel you face-to-face."

Lu Xingzhou sighed: "In this world, probably only I could make him do this... The tragic competitive spirit of men."

"But you originally did not consider him an enemy?"

"Mm." Lu Xingzhou was somewhat distracted, murmuring to himself: "Ultimately, she does not see him in her eyes; as fellow losers, what kind of enemy is he... Pity he cannot understand this."

Pei Chuyun glanced at him sideways; is it really that he cannot understand? I think what you cannot understand is you...

Others thought Ye Wufeng left no last words, but in fact there were a few sentences.

Just as Lu Xingzhou's palm blasted toward his chest, Ye Wufeng, whose head was dizzy and mind muddled from A Nuo's slap, still managed to say with great difficulty: "Lu Xingzhou... If you kill me, you sever the last thread of affection from the Hall of the King of Hell... I have lost, but you have not won either."

Lu Xingzhou's response was: "Actually, how she views me has nothing to do with any person or matter. Your slander, your struggle, your death... She does not care."

This sentence seemed to make Ye Wufeng pause for a moment; in his eyes, there was finally a hint of relief: "Yes... Why bother. I was wrong; do not blame your departure or your rapid progress."

Pei Chuyun thought inwardly: A woman who does not care about anything regarding suitors, who does not care about life and death, such an indifferent woman; she would not let others touch her hand, right? But she let you touch her hand! Competitors treat you as the most special one; what is wrong with that? You are factually the most special one; why do you feel you are also a loser?

But then again, who is this woman? Is there such a succubus in the Hall of the King of Hell who causes a crowd of outstanding young men to chase after her?

Pei Chuyun could not dare to think that this succubus was actually the King of Hell; the little demon girl of Hehuan felt a bit unconvinced: "Hey, who is this woman? When you were in the Hall of the King of Hell, how old were you? Touching and feeling around with you; do you have no shame? I, the Chana Maiden of the Hehuan Sect, do not act on underage men!"

A Nuo, who was pushing the wheelchair, bulged her eyes.

Not bad, Sister A Nuo; in all these years, you are the first to dare to call Sister Yu shameless.

To speak of it, it is also true; in all these years, you are also the first who does not praise A Nuo as cute and instead beats her whenever there is a chance.

Lu Xingzhou only answered: "People from the past, why bother with who they are... Now, by my side is you."

Pei Chuyun immediately cast aside that small bit of unconvinced feeling, smiling: "Although it is just a scumbag's love talk, I love to hear it; say a few more sentences?"

Lu Xingzhou also smiled: "We are on the street; let's go back to the room and talk slowly, talk all night."

"Talk all night about what?" The figure of Sheng Yuanyao appeared ahead, her gaze unfriendly, looking Pei Chuyun up and down like a fox: "A maid who does not help the master learn well, but knows only how to flirt day and long; what kind of propriety is this!"

She came happily to thank Lu Xingzhou, but the moment she saw this fellow actually being all cozy with a maid, her good mood suddenly vanished.

Pei Chuyun looked as if she were about to cry: "Sister, A Nuo knows she has no family background and no education, and is not as excellent as Sister; A Nuo just wants to accompany the Young Master more... If I have offended Sister, A Nuo will apologize; do not drive me away, wuwu..."

Sheng Yuanyao's head swelled to three times its size; her face was probably not as distorted when she was injured on her back.

"Ahem." Lu Xingzhou hurriedly smoothed things over: "You are still injured; why did you run out?"

"Did you not say it was fine for daily activities? Besides, the danger has now been eliminated by you." Sheng Yuanyao smiled: "Hey, you performed so well this time; is there anything you want? I will buy it for you as a thank-you gift."

"This is what should be done; we are friends... After all, your injury is partly my responsibility. Buying a gift is unnecessary; it is too distant."

She couldn't tell whether accepting the gift would be too polite or refusing it would be too polite… Sheng Yuanyao ground her teeth. "Fine, forget it then—ha! It's not like I really wanted to buy it for you anyway!"

After saying that, she stepped forward two paces, pulled Ah Nu out from behind the wheelchair and ruffled him several times, then scurried off in a flash.

She'd come over all excited, but the moment she saw that tea-scented maid clinging to his side, and heard him politely saying things like "It's only right" and "It's my duty," she suddenly didn't know what to say. Sheng Yuanyao's good mood was ruined completely, and she went home with a long face.

She bumped into her father, who had just returned, right at the gate. Sheng Qingfeng grabbed his daughter and looked her up and down. "You're injured and you're running around? Look at that sour face—did Lu Xingzhou bully you?"

Sheng Yuanyao kept a straight face. "As if he could bully me?"

"He can even kill Ye Wufeng, and you're only fit to practice sword with Ye Wufeng—how could he not bully you?"

"I…"

"Alright, alright." Sheng Qingfeng waved his hand to stop his daughter's outburst. "I understand your impulse to go over and thank him in person… but it's the middle of the night, and you're a young lady running off to a man's room—what for? If he politely humored you with a couple of words, that's already decent of him. Otherwise, do you want your reputation or not?"

Sheng Yuanyao was stunned for a moment, and her mood suddenly lifted again. "So that's how it was…"

Sheng Qingfeng squinted sidelong at his daughter. "What else could it be? If you really want to thank him, then tomorrow we'll lay on a proper banquet at home and thank him openly."

Sheng Yuanyao hopped through the gate. "You arrange it then. It's not like I really wanted to thank him either."

Sheng Qingfeng watched his daughter's ponytail bouncing up and down, and the good mood he'd felt at wrapping the case up crumbled almost entirely. He muttered to himself that he didn't really want to thank the guy either.

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