Everyone turned to look at me again, and began whispering and gossiping about me.
"It was the same woman last time. Who is she?"
"Should it be the crazy woman who's been pestering Young Master Ye?"
The woman gossiped and mocked.
The man, being the bolder one, whistled at me as he walked up to me, blocking my way and teasing me: "Hey, beautiful, he doesn't want you, what do you think of me?"
Finally, completely unprepared, I threw him to the ground with a "smack!" and he grimaced for a long time before he could get up.
Everyone covered their eyes, unable to bear the sight, and sighed in disbelief: "Ew~"
Ye Chen awkwardly touched the tip of his nose and then helplessly raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the air.
Everyone in the bar was instantly frozen in place, like wooden figures in different poses, maintaining their current positions.
The gossipers were suddenly silenced and unable to speak.
"Hey Ahua, can't you give me some face in front of so many people?" Ye Chen said with a playful smile as he slowly walked towards me.
I, however, showed no respect and, not wanting to stay there for even a moment longer, grabbed his collar and walked out.
However, at that moment I suddenly bumped into a woman.
"Little Flower Fairy?" A neutral, androgynous voice came from above.
I looked up and saw Ye Ling'er, who had Ye Chen's face and was dressed in a woman's dress.
"Why did you ask me to come later? Was it because of this little flower spirit again?" Ye Ling'er asked Ye Chen suspiciously with a stern face.
Then, in a sarcastic tone, she asked me, "Little flower spirit, how have you been these past seven hundred years?"
I replied firmly to her with a serious expression, "Thanks to you, I'm living a carefree and happy life."
As soon as she finished speaking, Ye Ling'er leaned closer to me, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and resentment.
At this moment, Ye Chen also put away his smile and shielded me behind him, saying, "This is none of your business. Don't disturb me and Ah Hua's reunion!"
"Heh, none of my business? Who do you think you are? Wen Heng? Or Ye Chen, the son of the Demon King? I think you're not even as good as a roadside ghost, daring to play tricks on me." Ye Ling'er suddenly appeared in front of Ye Chen with a flash, her eyes fierce, and lifted Ye Chen's body into the air, looking at Ye Chen with contempt.
Ye Chen, like a little chick being held in mid-air by Ye Ling'er, fearlessly and incisively said: "That's still much better than your incomplete, neither-male-nor-female soul!"
Ye Ling'er seemed to have been exposed by Ye Chen's words and was completely enraged. She angrily threw Ye Chen's body away from her hands and said, "You actually oppose me for this little flower spirit?"
Ye Chen's body was thrown far away in a very disheveled state, and he looked to be in real pain.
If Ye Ling'er had thrown Ye Chen's own body, I would definitely applaud her and praise her for her skillful and brilliant strike.
But now Ye Chen is using Wen Heng's body, and I'm afraid that Ye Ling'er might cripple Wen Heng's body. I feel very sorry for her and nervously step forward to help Ye Chen up.
She raised her head and fanned the flames at Ye Ling'er: "If you're going to throw it away, why don't you drag Ye Chen's soul out first and then throw it away?"
As I helped Ye Chen to his feet, he feigned grievance and said, "I thought Ahua cared about me. How could you be so cruel to me when I love you so much?"
Ye Ling'er squinted at us strangely.
"If you don't absorb the spiritual energy here and select pure souls, don't come looking for me when they wake up!" Ye Chen stepped forward and reminded Ye Ling'er.
Then he patted her shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I'm using Wen Heng's body right now, so I can't possibly have any ulterior motives towards this little flower spirit to increase my own passion and make you disappear!"
Hearing Ye Chen's firm words, Ye Ling'er looked at me with suspicion again.
"What? You're afraid of a little flower spirit that's about to die?" Ye Chen asked again.
I saw Ye Ling'er glance at me with disdain, reach out her slender hand, pinch my chin, and sneer: "Heh, that's right, I haven't seen someone kneel down and beg for mercy yet."
I reluctantly pulled my chin away from her grasp: "What do you mean?"
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling'er arrogantly reminded him: "It doesn't matter if I tell you, if Wen Heng wants to take back his immortal body, he should summon back his soul."
Only by finding his soul—which I have hidden in a place no one knows, where no one can find it—can I witness the day he kneels and begs me for mercy.
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