Chapter 470: The Persistent Nangong Wuque (2/2)
Bu Fang's body stiffened. He turned around and saw the Netherworld woman's extremely beautiful but ice-cold face.
...
Nangong Wuque's nostrils contracted widely, and steam kept gushing out of them.
His entire body was drenched in sweat. He stirred his muscles as an unyielding will supported his body. He would not concede; he wasn't willing to concede. He was the man who would become the head of the Nangong Family, so how could he stay in this ship and let a woman lick him to death?
No, this was an unforgivable matter.
He would struggle hard to resist the tremendous pressure and crawl out of this cabin.
He must not die there!
Beads of sweat dripped down Nangong Wuque's forehead and streaked down his eyes, nose, mouth, and his chin before dropping on the ground. The sound of rough breathing broke the silence of this eerie cabin.
He was already close to it.
He would reach the cabin's door again soon.
His spring was already… so close!
His face donned a fierce-looking expression as he clenched his teeth and raised up his hand; his fingers were just about to touch the door.
Creak...
However, right at that moment, a creaking sound rang out as the cabin door was opened.
Rays of bright rays flooded the cabin from outside, irritating Nangong Wuque's eyes, causing him to involuntarily shed tears.
There was someone standing in front of the cabin's door.
Although Nangong Wuque had tears dripping down his face, he still raised his head upward.
Um?
The figure was not that of the terrifying long, black-haired woman, who had a voluptuous body?
He recognized the silhouette of this person right outside the door.
As soon as Bu Fang opened the cabin door, he saw Nangong Wuque lying down on the ground. The latter raised his head up; his nostrils were wide open, and his eyes had tears dripping down from them.
What the f*ck! Where did this nutjob come from?
Bu Fang jumped in fright. In that same feeling of shock, he raised his leg high and almost stomped Nangong Wuque's face.
However, Bu Fang recognized Nangong Wuque's face and forcefully stifled the impulse to stomp.
”Old… Old Bu? Why is it you? I'm not dreaming now, am I?” Nangong Wuque, whose face was tearstained, asked in shock.
Bu Fang lowered his leg and nodded as he calmly replied, ”It's me.”
Nangong Wuque felt like his spring had really arrived. That infuriating expression—it really was Old Bu!
However, Nangong Wuque's face quickly paled when he noticed a pair of long, beautiful legs behind Bu Fang, and a person who had an extremely beautiful and graceful body came to stand beside him.
The Netherworld woman's expressionless face appeared in front of him.
Nangong Wuque was stunned, and his mouth shivered as grief welled up in his heart. He only managed to crawl up to this point strenuously...
The Netherworld woman raised her thin palm and waved it.
Nangong Wuque was immediately forced back down to the ground and pulled into the deepest part of the cabin once again.
”Why it was always me who bears such misfortunes?” Nangong Wuque was quite dejected. The Netherworld woman had once again destroyed his dreams and expectation.
Bu Fang was taken aback by what he saw and felt that the relationship between Nangong Wuque and the Netherworld woman was quite complex.
Just what had happened in front of him? Was it the legendary fights which occurred out of love?
Bu Fang began to explain to the Netherworld woman that Nangong Wuque was his friend, and this took quite a long while. He told her that he was friends with Nangong Wuque and asked her to let him go.
After expressionlessly listening to him, the Netherworld woman firmly shook her head sideways.
Nangong Wuque's miserable wails echoed from deep inside the cabin.
Bu Fang curled up the corners of his mouth and said, ”Can I use a bowl of Dragon Blood Rice to exchange for that guy?”
The Netherworld woman was taken aback, and the corners of her lips curled as she nodded cutely.
Bu Fang was quite taken aback by the speed at which she agreed to the request. Where are your principles... and your perseverance?
Sure enough, Nangong Wuque wasn't worth more than a bowl of Dragon Blood Rice.
The Netherworld woman's cute smile lasted only a moment before she became ice-cold and expressionless once more. Her pitch-black eyes looked toward the deeper part of the cabin, and she casually waved her hand.
Nangong Wuque suddenly felt that pressure which had been suppressing him all along disappear.
He crawled up from the ground in disbelief. Then, his expression turned to one of joy. After he had crawled up, he charged out the cabin while screaming.
”Old Bu, from now on, I, Nangong Wuque, am at your beck and call.” Nangong Wuque was so moved that he wept. He was sure it was Bu Fang who saved him.
The overjoyed Nangong Wuque spread open his arms and charged toward Bu Fang, but when his gaze shifted to the ice-cold face of the Netherworld woman, who stood beside Bu Fang, he trembled. His charge came to an abrupt stop. He looked at the ice-cold but peerless beauty in fright. This woman was just a devil.
He instantly chose to give up on giving Bu Fang a tight hug and first distanced himself from the woman.
After the Netherworld woman watched Nangong Wuque leave, she shifted her gaze to Bu Fang.
”Quickly make my... meal.”
Suddenly, Bu Fang got a headache. How was he supposed to make Dragon Blood Rice without a blood crown?