Chapter 65 - Gorgeous Doctor (12) (2/2)
The smoke slowly condensed into a human form on the other side of the fire.
That “man” was dressed in a white robe, which was embroidered with some obscure golden patterns. The front was slightly open and upper half of his black hair was tied back, while the lower half was casually draped over his shoulders and chest. Under the smooth hair, delicate collarbones were exposed.
The fire whistled, reflecting a magnificent landscape in the man’s deep, dark eyes.
The man had a somewhat pale face, but his soul-stirring beauty still impressed everyone. He curled his mouth in a coquettish smile, his sudden appearance not unlike a demon incidentally come down to the human world. The shade of his lips was somehow bloodthirsty.
The colorful egg was now held in his hand, the joints articulated. It looked like he only needed a little strength to break the egg.
Ming Shu held her breath a little.
Everyone fell into a weird silence. Only the burning fire still sang with abandon.
The man’s very breath seemed charming; he was altogether too flirtatious, like an evil spirit that could steal one’s soul. But at the same time, he possessed some imperceptible purity, as pure as the purest creature at the beginning of the world, unstained and clean.
Two extremes were combined inside one single person.
Ming Shu lowered her gaze. Her smiling voice broke the silence. “Hui Xue, how did this silly person appear?”
Startled back to herself, Hui Xue strove to move her sights away from the man standing opposite them. She answered in an intricate and obscure voice, “He… seems to be… the Master of Drunken Flower Pavilion.”
“Who cares about some so called Drunken Flower or Grass Pavilion! Didn’t you see him rob my food?” Ming Shu pointed at the man. Her smiling cheer was mixed with savage aggression.
To dare to grab my snack!
I’m going to beat him badly!
Ming Shu rolled up her sleeves, getting ready to take action. But Hui Xue pulled her clothes in a timely manner. “Miss, calm down. That Master of Drunken Flower Pavilion is not so simple, he’s quite abnormal.”
“Abnormal?” Who could be more abnormal than me?
Hm… it seems something is not right…
Forget about it. What’s most important now is to get the egg back.
Ming Shu broke free from Hui Xue and jumped over the wall of fire to her screams, straightforwardly attacking the man’s vitals. Again, before Ming Shu could touch him, he instantly changed into a plume of smoke and slipped away, right through Ming Shu’s fingers.
“Death Valley is really losing its power with each generation.” The man’s silvery voice carried through the fire, reaching the ears of Ming Shu. It was like a sneer, but his tone also contained contempt.
Ming Shu shook her sleeves and smiled, saying, “Okay. You’re powerful, you’re the best.”
The man raised his eyebrows slightly. He seemed a little confused about why Ming Shu started to praise him all of a sudden.
Just as he was observing her, a chill suddenly went down his spine and a strong force was aimed at his back. He quickly moved sideways to avoid it, but with the wind whistling past his ear, a warm hand grasped his arm. His surroundings were turned upside down, then he was suddenly pressed upon by a heavy weight.
The woman’s face appeared over him, grinning.
Ming Shu kicked the fallen person’s body angrily. Then, stepping on his chest, she bent over him with a smile, her hands propped on her knees. “Fellow, you dared to take my egg. Who gave you the courage?”
The man was stunned, staring at her for a few seconds. Then he suddenly opened his mouth: “Girl, your clothes are open.”
Ming Shu remained unmoved.
I’ve been playing this trick since a long time ago. Don’t presume to get me with it!
The man’s expression stiffened for a moment. He had a weird feeling about the smile of the woman above him.
Undoubtedly, her smile was as natural as the spring wind of March, but he could see the chilly sharpness beneath that smiling facade, hidden like blades. It was as if her “fake” smile could fling those cold, sharp blades at him at any moment.