Chapter 280: Compared to this, Wen Jin is still better.
Shops line both sides of Wanbao Street, with faded wine flags hanging lazily in the breeze.
A breeze is blowing, life is good... good my ass!
Why hasn't this guy finished eating yet? She has to leave after she finishes eating; her legs are getting a little numb from squatting.
Instead of taking a bold bite, Fu Yan carefully scraped off the very top of the cheese.
The movements were precise and meticulous, more like testing for poison than eating dessert.
Huali felt like she was about to have a heart attack after just two glances; she wished she could pry his mouth open and make him eat properly.
Out of sight, out of mind. She took a deep breath and turned her head to glance further into the distance along the long street.
The rows of gray-tiled roofs stretched out in her eyes, layer upon layer, extending all the way to the hazy, undulating mountain outlines in the distance.
The sky was being bathed in a magnificent golden-red hue.
It's sunset.
Huali once saw Sunset City dozens of times in a single day.
In comparison, the sky there is softer than in Linfeng County, and the warm orange hue is more timeless.
She tucked the stray hairs that had been ruffled by the wind behind her ear, and belatedly realized that she suddenly missed Wen Jin.
Ao Bai: "?"
Both are equally incapable of producing a sound, but if it were Wen Jin, she could simply pull out a recliner and read the storybook sitting, lounging, or even upside down.
Wen Jin can not only act as a free air conditioner, but also as a human shielding machine, even more effective than Doraemon's flag for driving people away.
And most importantly!
Wen Jin is now the only good guy among the five cards!
She hasn't figured out how to deal with the other four people yet.
Wen Jin was the only refuge she found amidst her bitter winds and rain!
Waaaaah, thinking of this, Huali looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, deeply moved.
No wonder he's the one she raised with such care; he's the most reliable when it matters!
Ao Bai, having overheard what she was thinking, remained silent.
Bah! You're blind!
*
The only child in the blind man's mouth was sitting upright in the shadow of the wide chair back.
The heavy darkness swallowed Wen Jin's brow bone and nose bridge, with only a dot of vermilion below the corner of his right eye, burning brightly against his pale skin.
"Tap, tap, tap"
The casual rhythm of the fingertips, in this excessively silent room, was like a heavy drumbeat. Each stroke struck precisely into the heart of the figure kneeling beneath the throne.
One of the Seven Kings, the King of Greed.
The very name of this being, which could intimidate even the Demon Realm, was now crawling on the ground in the most humble posture.
The greedy head was buried deep, almost embedded in the cracks in the stone.
Each strike sent a shiver through his body.
Greed dared not even breathe deeply, lest the faint sound disturb the being lurking in the shadows.
"Oh......"
A soft laugh broke the silence.
The moment the superior's fingertips stopped tapping, an indescribable chill instantly permeated the greedy limbs and bones.
As his soul couldn't help but roar, Wen Jin slowly raised his eyelids from the shadows.
The next second, Tuowu stepped forward.
His imposing figure was like a moving iron tower, his bulging muscles bulging beneath his black armor. Without a word or a movement, his large, fan-like hand grabbed the greedy man's neck. "Where are you hiding it?"
"Ugh!" A broken cry of pain squeezed out from his greedy throat!
"My...my lord...spare me..." Saliva dripped uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, streaked with blood. "No...I won't dare again...I really...I won't dare again..."
Wen Jin didn't even blink.
Upon receiving the instruction, Tuowu sneered, raised his other fist with immense force, and slammed it hard into Greed's abdomen!
"Bang!"
Greedy's body suddenly arched upwards, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood foam mixed with pieces of internal organs!
Where...is...hidden...?
Tuowu's voice carried a chilling, bloody tone.
With each word he spoke, he tightened his grip, almost crushing the greedy, fragile neck bones.
"Jiangnan! Cough cough... cough Jiangnan Misty Rain City... Western Suburbs... Abandoned Garden... Underground Palace."
Greed is unbearable!
Had he known this would happen, he wouldn't have touched even a speck of rust in the Colosseum!
With the death of the lustful king Sori and several other demon kings, the Seven Kings were completely reshuffled. The arena, which had previously been used for human amusement, was also abandoned.
After the cleansing, the demon race enjoyed an unprecedented period of peace.
Greed, like the other surviving demon kings, cautiously concealed its claws and teeth under the powerful pressure of Wen Jin sitting high on the throne, daring not to cross the line even half a step.
But he was the king of greed! How could he be content with losing his biggest money pit after a while?
Seeing that the Demon Lord first resided in Sunset City and then traveled to various places searching for people...
The long-suppressed greed and self-confidence surged anew under meticulous calculation.
He dared not stay in the royal city, nor in any place that might come into contact with the Demon Lord's gaze. Therefore, he chose Jiangnan.
The arena was buried deep beneath an abandoned garden in the western suburbs, its communication blocked by the most stringent spiritual barriers, and guarded by layers of the most loyal assassins...
But they were still discovered.
Looking greedily and desperately at the person in the shadow of the throne, he cried out, "My lord... spare me... I will never dare to do it again... I will offer you all the treasures of the royal city, and all those beauties... If you spare me, they are all at your disposal!"
Wen Jin's posture remained unchanged throughout.
His long, slender fingers, tinged with weariness, rested on his forehead, his fingertips slowly stroking his cool temples.
Only after Greedy had intermittently revealed news about Jiangnan did he casually raise his hand and wave.
The next moment! Tuowu's eyes flashed with a savage, beast-like light!
The iron fist, carrying the force of wind and thunder, slammed down towards the greedy sun!
As the sound of a skull shattering rang out, Wen Jin raised his eyes and quietly looked towards the direction of the Buddhist temple.
He was too late yesterday; when he arrived at the temple, Huali was already gone.
But the expressions on the faces of those three were truly intriguing.
Wen Jin withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the scattered kapok flowers on the branches outside the window.
Without a single word, the act of simply gazing upon it carries a possessiveness more chilling than any violence.
"Rosewood..."
*
Huali, who had been behaving herself, finally thought she could breathe a sigh of relief after Fuyan finished the last bite.
Fu Yan, however, had already begun a silent and rigorous cleaning ritual.
He first took out a cotton handkerchief folded large enough to be displayed in a shop window, cleaned his hands, and then carefully folded the dirty parts inward along the original creases, restoring it to a small square before solemnly putting it away.
Then he walked to the corner where the street was piled with miscellaneous items, looked around for a moment, and placed the ceramic bowl steadily on the relatively clean vegetable leaves.
Finally, after lowering his eyes to smooth out the barely visible wrinkles and creases in his clothes from squatting, his back straightened up like a pine tree once more.
Huali's eyelids twitched as she read it!
If he had any manners at all, she would have ignored him long ago! But he insists on using moral standards to blackmail her, a young socialist!
hateful!
Huali's toes were already pointing impatiently towards the other end of the long street, just waiting to say goodbye and make a quick getaway.
After finishing everything, Fu Yan turned around and nodded slightly to her, the dignified and composed "thank you" not yet fully formed—
"You're welcome! Thank you, bro! Bye-bye!"
Huali turned on double speed and swiftly turned around.
As soon as he took a step, the light suddenly went out.
Fu Yan, who was just behind her, has now blocked her path!
Karin has reached her limit; there's no need to endure it any longer!
"Are you ever going to stop?!"
"for you."
Fu Yan opened his palm, revealing a top-grade spirit stone that shone brightly, its meaning succinctly stated: "Su Shan" (酥山, meaning "Sweet Mountain").
"—The moral qualities of beauty!"
Huali's voice, at its highest point, took an extremely strange sharp turn!
"Let's start with ourselves and with the little things around us when it comes to garbage sorting!" Huali gave him a thumbs up.
"But I can't accept these spirit stones. I'm not a heartless shopkeeper, and I wouldn't do anything like gangsters. Consider this my treat."
Fu Yan frowned, her eyes full of disapproval.
Before he could speak, Huali clasped her hands together and pleaded, "Brother, I beg you, brother, please let me go home!"
Seeing that the other person had finally muted their microphone, Huali jumped up and ran back!
Before the wind stirred up by her skirt had subsided, she turned her head and bumped into a pair of obsidian eyes.
Behind her, Li Yuan stood quietly within ten steps, staring intently at her.
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