LRAB Chapter 11 Femme Fatale, Spare Me!
Chapter 11 Femme Fatale, Spare Me!
"Spare me?"
"If we don't fully enjoy the beauty of femme fatales like you, wouldn't it be a waste to have such faces and such figures?"
A vivid and apt remark, like a thunderbolt striking a volcano.
As night fell and dawn broke, the dim morning light streamed in through holes in the wall and wide-open windows. The warbling of birds had ceased, and the dancing of swallows was about to end. The mess inside the house, fermented overnight, was a testament to the absurdity of the previous night.
Blue Scorpion changed into a light blue gauze dress with a high collar around her neck. The fabric on her chest, shoulders, and arms was light gauze, while her chest, waist, and legs were covered with blue fabric. There was also a dark-colored undergarment inside. The dress fell like petals falling down, and she wore embroidered shoes on her bare feet, with two lifelike scorpions embroidered on them.
Her fair face glowed with a rosy light, her brows relaxed, and even her face, which wasn't considered a top beauty, gained a touch of allure. Her eyes sparkled with a captivating charm, and her narrowed eyes seemed to hold a hidden depth as her gaze wandered over Wei Wu.
Eyes, neck, heart, side waist...
The focus is on vital points that can deliver a fatal blow.
Unfortunately, by the end, Blue Scorpion simply leaned lazily to the side, kicked up a wine jug, poured half a jug of cold wine into his mouth, then spat out the other half with a "pfft," seemingly just to rinse his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and snorted:
"That woman is right, your second skill is indeed impressive. Next time we meet, you'd better watch out or I'll eat you alive!"
She turned to leave, but suddenly turned back and reached out to grab him.
"Snapped!"
A hard object slammed into her palm with such force that she couldn't help but take two steps back. One hand gripped the windowsill, the other clutching the object to her chest. A cold glint flashed in her narrowed eyes. She mustered her strength, her slender waist arching, and her weak legs braced herself. "You're going to attack me?"
She glanced at what was in her hand out of the corner of her eye, and her radiant face darkened—
That's a silver ingot!
"What do you mean by that?!"
Blue Scorpion's breathing became rapid, and his narrowed eyes widened slightly.
Wei Wu was still busy, while Lin Xian'er lay on the table, her arms crossed in front of her, her eyes alluring, and she giggled sweetly:
"He has a strange habit: if he encounters a woman who is only interested in sex and not in love, he always asks her for a silver ingot or to do something for him after the encounter. He says that this doesn't count as 'getting a freebie'."
Blue Scorpion's breathing was unsteady. "You dare treat me like a prostitute?"
"Don't say such hurtful things," Wei Wu said sincerely, rubbing Lin Xian'er's shoulder with one hand and stroking her hair with the other. "At least they have to pay to play."
Swoosh—
A streak of blue light swept across the sky, and the scorpion tail that had taken the life of "Iron Heart Shakes All Directions" Qin Xiaoyi lashed out again.
But with a "smack!" Wei Wu slammed his hand on the table, and the poisoned hook was pinned to the surface, looking sinister.
The blue scorpion reached out and pulled, grabbing and hooking the target at the same time.
Although Lin Xian'er did not possess advanced martial arts skills, her body was flexible enough that she wrapped her legs around Wei Wu's waist and lifted herself up, thus preventing her from being carried away by the table.
"Pooh!"
Blue Scorpion shattered the wooden table with a flick of his arm, retracted his poisonous stinger into his sleeve, spat, glared fiercely at Wei Wu, tossed back the silver, then added another piece, turned and left, leaving only his furious voice echoing:
"I'm the one who slept with you!"
Two pieces of silver fell to the ground.
Wei Wu shuddered before saying, "You've got quite a temper."
Lin Xian'er was savoring the moment when she was ruthlessly thrown to the ground, her spellcasting abruptly interrupted. Enraged, she grabbed a plate from the ground and hurled it at Wei Wu, yelling, "You selfish bastard!"
Wei Wu walked to the side and put on his pants. "You'd better hurry up and tell me what you want this time."
Lin Xian'er's eyes were red and resentful. Although she didn't resemble Lin Shiyin at all in appearance, she was almost identical in temperament. When she spoke, her voice was even more lifelike, "You rascal, can't you even look at me for a second?"
Wei Wu, already dressed, walked up to her and said, "After you urinate in the toilet, do you look back over your shoulder?"
Lin Xian'er's composure crumbled instantly with anger. "In your eyes, am I just a toilet?"
"It's not quite that, but it's close."
Wei Wu thought about it seriously, but the answer he gave almost made Lin Xian'er bite her teeth off.
"Aaaaaah—" Lin Xian'er clenched her fists and pounded the ground dozens of times in a frenzy, her hair disheveled and looking like a madwoman, before angrily cursing Wei Wu: "You're not a man!"
Before Wei Wu could speak again, she said, "I need you to get something from Li Xunhuan this time: the Golden Silk Armor. If you give me the Golden Silk Armor, we'll call it even last night."
"Where is that thing?"
"The last person to see it was Li Xunhuan, the 'Number One Swordsman Under Heaven'."
"...As expected, a woman's heart is the most poisonous. You want me to face off against Li Xunhuan."
Wei Wu sighed.
Lin Xian'er rose gracefully, her black silk lace dress now battle-damaged, yet it appeared even more alluring than the night before. She swayed her hips a few steps to Wei Wu, placed her hands on his shoulders, pressed her body against him, and said:
"You don't sound like you want to face him. Are you afraid of him?"
"Li Xunhuan's sword never misses its mark. There are only a handful of people in the martial world who can block his blade. Do you think I'm afraid?"
Wei Wu was not lying.
The top three weapons on Baixiaosheng's Weapon Ranking—the Heavenly Secret Staff, the Dragon and Phoenix Double Rings, and Little Li's Flying Dagger—are all products of martial arts masters who have reached the pinnacle of skill. They no longer pursue variations in techniques, but rather the profound and mysterious "principles."
The old man of the Heavenly Secrets had lost his spirit and sought the Daoist principle of non-action, "doing nothing yet accomplishing everything," meaning he would refrain from taking action if he could avoid it.
Shangguan Jin Hong was full of vigor, but what he sought was the "Zen" of Zen Buddhism, to the point that he had no ring in his hand but a ring in his heart.
Li Xunhuan's pursuit was not martial arts; he was trapped by the concept of "love" throughout his life. However, through this, he gained a profound understanding of the Confucian concept of "benevolence."
No master in the martial arts world would have a chance to draw their weapon in front of these three. Even Wei Wu now wouldn't dare say he could defeat the weakest of the three, Tianji Laoren, let alone Li Xunhuan.
"Your poison won't work either?"
"I can use poison, but you can't."
Wei Wu made no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes. Putting aside everything else, he was confident that his skill in using poison was no less than the three men's skill in weaponry.
Lin Xian'er was not annoyed by his words. A thoughtful look flashed in her eyes. She had heard that Little Li Flying Dagger had returned to the martial world and wanted to use the poison given to him by Wei Wu to control him and recruit him to her side. But now it seemed that she should not seek her own death.
Remembering Blue Scorpion's martial arts skills, she parted her pink lips and smiled, saying, "Then let's change it to something else. I want your martial arts!"
"Okay, I hope you can learn it."
Lin Xian'er: ? ? ?