Chapter 376 The Eight Immortals Cross the Sea, Each Displaying Their Unique Abilities

For the next ten minutes or so, Meng Ke remained unmoved, like Zhong Kui, no matter how terrifying the scene was.

Meanwhile, his eyes would occasionally glance at An Jing, with an expression of pride that said, "I, Meng Ke, am a real man."

Compared to him, Leng Yanluo was far inferior. He reacted extremely violently to even the slightest terrifying scene, and would often snuggle into An Jing's arms.

Once, twice, three times, even the slow-witted Meng Ke gradually came to his senses.

Now he finally understood why this cold-blooded Yama was "afraid of ghosts".

Bah, you scheming man, all you know is how to take advantage of President An's sympathy!

He turned his head angrily, but secretly he was making plans.

As the next terrifying scene appeared, he took a deep breath, abandoning his tough-guy persona, grabbed Leng Yanluo's arm, pulled him out of An Jing's embrace, and shouted, "Holy crap, I'm so scared, the phone is ringing again!!"

Leng Yanluo turned to look at him with a gloomy face, but Meng Ke ignored him completely, seemingly engrossed in a movie.

Leng Yanluo: "..."

He took a deep breath and prepared to pull his arm away.

However, the next second, Meng Ke shouted again, "Holy crap, it's a ghost!!!"

He yanked Leng Yanluo's arm again, with such force that he almost dislocated Leng Yanluo's shoulder.

Leng Yanluo grunted, and An Jing, who was standing next to him, couldn't help but look over and ask, "Xiao Meng, aren't you afraid of ghosts?"

Meng Ke chuckled sheepishly, "President An, wasn't I just showing off? This film really is terrifying!"

"Oh," Anjing replied quietly, ignoring the two of them and focusing on watching the movie again.

In the darkness, Leng Yanluo slowly exhaled and said in a low voice to Meng Ke beside him, "Let go!"

Meng Ke snorted softly, "I won't let go. What if you take advantage of President An again if I do?"

Leng Yanluo nodded: "Fine, you asked for it."

Without saying a word, he used a simple grappling technique to break free from Meng Ke's grasp and then grabbed Meng Ke's thumb and twisted it backward.

"It doesn't hurt!" Meng Ke gasped, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

"And this time?" Leng Yanluo increased his strength.

"If you don't endure hardship when you're young, you'll feel resentful and heartbroken when you're old!" Meng Ke's forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he still persevered.

As the two were locked in a stalemate, the room lights suddenly came on. An Jing stared at them in surprise: "The movie's over, what are you two doing?"

Leng Yanluo reacted quickly, releasing Meng Ke's hand and pointing at him to complain, "He twisted my hand!"

Meng Ke: "???"

Perhaps because Leng Yanluo's usual image was too upright, An Jing did not doubt his words at all and scolded Meng Ke: "Xiao Meng, Teacher Luo is a decent person, unlike us gangsters. You can stay here temporarily, but don't do anything underhanded or bully him."

Meng Ke: "President An, it was clearly him..."

Leng Yanluo immediately chimed in, "An'an, look at this kid, he dares to talk back. If I were you, I definitely wouldn't be able to stand it. Why don't we kick him out?"

Upon hearing this, An Jing glanced coldly at Meng Ke.

Meng Ke obediently shut his mouth.

"If there's nothing else, let's call it a night." Anjing yawned and left the room.

Leng Yanluo kicked Meng Ke and then followed him out of the room.

Meng Ke, the great wronged son, was left alone in the living room, sleeping on the sofa.

...

The next morning.

The moment the sunlight streamed into the entire villa, Leng Yanluo groggily woke up from his bed.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a man's face.

He jumped up instantly, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed Meng Ke's young face with drool dripping down his face.

The cold-blooded Yama is numb.

"Meng Ke!" he gritted his teeth and reached out to flip him to the ground.

With a "thump".

Meng Ke rolled off the bed and woke up with a start. A sharp pain shot through his ankle, and he yelled "Damn!" as he hopped to his feet.

When he finally realized what was going on, he angrily pointed at Leng Yanluo: "Old man, what's wrong with you so early in the morning!"

Leng Yanluo stared at him, his eyes filled with a sinister light: "This is my room!"

"Okay, okay!" Meng Ke felt guilty and stomped his feet while muttering under his breath, "The air conditioner in the living room downstairs isn't working very well, and there are mosquitoes. I can't sleep, so can't I stay here for a bit?"

Recalling the terrifying experience of last night, when several female mosquitoes chased and bit him, he is still shaken.

Leng Yanluo stared at him impatiently and said, "Alright, get out of here!"

“I’m not leaving. You slept soundly all night, but I haven’t had enough sleep yet.” Meng Ke said, squinting his eyes. He then naturally climbed back into bed, ready to take a nap.

Leng Yanluo choked on his breath, unable to expel it.

As luck would have it, there was a knock on the door at that moment, and a quiet voice came from outside: "Teacher Luo, are you awake?"

"He's awake, he's awake." Meng Ke paused in his act of getting into bed, replying to Leng Yanluo while eagerly opening the door for An Jing.

At this moment, Leng Yanluo was in a real bind and stopped him, saying, "Don't open the door, it's hard to explain."

Meng Ke, his hand on the doorknob, mumbled, "Two grown men, what can't be explained?"

He flung open the door, flashing a bright smile: "Good morning, Mr. An~".

When An Jing saw that it was Meng Ke who opened the door, her expression froze: "Meng Ke? What are you doing in Teacher Luo's room?"

Looking at the two of them, so disheveled, she exclaimed incredulously, "You two..." Leng Yanluo helplessly explained to An Jing, "An An, listen to me, it's not what you think..."

Anjing quickly stopped him: "Okay, no need to say anything, I understand!"

Leng Yanluo was stunned: "What do you know?"

"Uh, Teacher Luo, I just wanted to remind you not to forget what happened between us this morning. I hope I didn't disturb you. You two continue."

Leng Yanluo's voice was filled with despair and helplessness: "An'an, it really wasn't you..."

Anjing winked at him, and with a bang, all that was left for him was the sound of the door closing.

Meng Ke patted Leng Yanluo on the shoulder: "Hey, are you and President An hiding something from me? What are you two going to do later?"

"What's it to you!" Leng Yanluo felt like he was breathing fire, and couldn't help but swear. He pushed Meng Ke away and went out to wash up.

"Crazy!" Meng Ke muttered, then went back to bed feeling perfectly justified.

He had only been asleep for about ten minutes when, as if suddenly remembering something, he abruptly opened his eyes, sat up with a jolt, hurriedly changed his clothes, and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the kitchen is filled with the aroma of food.

Meng Ke leisurely strolled into the kitchen: "Tsk tsk tsk, I knew you were going to cause trouble, I didn't expect you could cook."

Leng Yanluo ignored him completely.

Meng Ke scoffed, "Hmph, you have culinary skills, I have technology!"

His eyes lit up, and he immediately opened a food delivery app, found a restaurant with excellent food, and reluctantly added 60 yuan for delivery when paying the bill, asking the restaurant to deliver it quickly.

Hmph, I refuse to believe that a chef's cooking isn't as good as your home-style dishes!