Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 146 Three people in two rooms, happily driving an automatic transmission.

"hatred!"

Jiang Yuyan clenched her fists, but her beautiful face did not appear ferocious from clenching her teeth. Instead, she gained a touch of heroism because she had lost the inferiority complex that came with years of wandering the world.

But though the words were spoken, my heart remained unsettled.

Jiang Yuyan looked at Wei Wu nervously, afraid that he would be displeased by this.

Wei Wu wasn't a monk, so how could he advise someone to let go of their hatred the moment their mother died?

That's utterly insane!

He nodded, reached out and stroked Jiang Yuyan's head, saying, "Fine! If you dare to say you don't hate her, I'll immediately send you to join your mother, so you won't be all alone in this world."

Although the words were meant to be praise, they made Jiang Yuyan's heart tighten. Her gaze toward Wei Wu held not only deep admiration but also a hint of fear.

Seeing her emotions, Wei Wu was naturally satisfied. He waved his sleeve and withdrew his hand, saying earnestly, "Having hatred in your heart is a good thing. Those who achieve great things must have hatred in their hearts. Only with hatred can one be ruthless and endure the torment of great difficulties. For the sake of an ultimate goal, one must endure the pain of looking back and the defeat of turning the tables. One must repay hatred with hatred and ruthlessness with ruthlessness!"

Only when your mind is free of distractions can you truly give it your all!

Jiang Yuyan was deeply moved. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away with her sleeve. Her eyes, like black gemstones, shone even brighter, yet a chilling light flickered within them. "Yuyan will remember your teachings, benefactor!"

Wei Wu smiled and pulled her up, continuing his brainwashing: "Heroes throughout history are all forced into their positions. Without ferocity, they cannot be fatal; without poison, they cannot regenerate. Therefore, those who achieve great things must not only endure hardships but also die without shame."

"I have a martial art here, which requires you to practice diligently every day to see results. Are you willing to learn it?"

Jiang Yuyan stood frozen in place as if she had been hit on the head with a surprise gift. She even forgot the grief of her mother's recent death and smiled with delight. She quickly composed herself, knelt on the ground, and respectfully kowtowed, saying, "Yuyan is willing to learn. Please, benefactor, grant me your instruction!"

This time, she kowtowed more sincerely than before. After three kowtows, her forehead had turned purplish-blue, and the bruises were particularly noticeable on her fair skin. In addition, there was no longer any fierceness in her eyes, so she had a kind of pitiful and touching fragility.

"Still calling me your benefactor?" Wei Wu rebuked him with displeasure.

Jiang Yuyan hesitated, but under Wei Wu's oppressive gaze, she lowered her head and reluctantly called out "Master".

Although he wasn't entirely sincere, Wei Wu was still quite satisfied with her. He smiled and helped her up, saying, "Let's bury your mother first, then we'll talk about learning martial arts."

When Jiang Yuyan lowered her eyes, they were filled with resentment; when she raised her head, her face showed only obedience and gratitude. "Thank you, Master, Master—"

mother. "

She is your senior.

Jiang Yuyan's eyes lit up, and she blurted out "Senior Sister" in a voice that came from the bottom of her heart and was incredibly sweet.

Evening at Yuelai Inn.

Wei Wu, Su Ying, and Jiang Yuyan only booked two rooms.

Jiang Yuyan assumed Wei Wu was short of money, and remembering that he hadn't asked for the fifty taels of silver she had returned, she took the hot water from the waiter while he was bringing it, and carried it to Wei Wu's room, gently knocking on the door: "Master?"

"What is it?"

"Waiter has boiled the water, and Yuyan has brought it over for you."

"No need, just take it back to your room and use it yourself."

Jiang Yuyan showed little reaction to Wei Wu's decisive refusal. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Master, regarding the room—I still have the fifty taels of silver you gave me earlier. I can book another room."

"What? You don't want to sleep in one room by yourself, you want to sleep in two?"

Wei Wu's voice sounded very calm, but it was precisely because it was too calm that Jiang Yuyan sensed something was wrong.

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However, out of respect for Wei Wu's imposing presence, she dared not say more, and without thinking, blurted out, "If I fight alone in a room, where will Senior Sister sleep?"

"call""

A sigh of disappointment echoed from the room, followed by his cheerful voice: "Your senior sister and I have important matters to discuss late into the night, so naturally we're in the same room."

How can a lone man and a lone woman be alone in a room?!

Although Jiang Yuyan was shocked, she did not dare to dissuade Wei Wu. Even though she heard that Wei Wu's voice was more cheerful than before, she did not think much of it. She just turned around sullenly, carried the hot water back to her room.

In Wei Wu's room.

Su Ying lay on the bed, leaning against the wall, her body haphazardly wrapped in a blanket. Perhaps because her arms and feet were exposed, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were misty.

Hearing Jiang Yuyan's footsteps fade into the distance, she finally relaxed her tightly clenched red lips and let out a long breath.

She then gave Wei Wu a reproachful look, but when their eyes met, she turned her head away shyly, pulling the blanket tighter around herself, and said, "That was close! My junior sister almost saw us!"

The quilt in room number one was quite nice; it was a large red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, more than enough for two people.

However, Su Ying had pulled the blanket up horizontally, so when the blanket was pulled up tighter, although it covered her arms and shoulders, it also exposed her thighs and below.

Wei Wu sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched her calf, his fingers unconsciously moving down to Su Ying's feet.

With a large hand wrapped around the instep of her foot, only her round toes remained exposed, curling up like flower buds, which was truly adorable.

Wei Wu said nonchalantly, "It wouldn't matter if she knew."

Su Ying bit her lip again, feeling both curious and annoyed, and said reproachfully, "But between you and me—we've still broken the rules of the martial arts world."

"rule?"

Wei Wu sneered upon hearing this, released his grip, patted Su Ying's instep to encourage her to take initiative, and raised his voice: "I really don't know what rules there are left in this martial world. A group of martial artists who don't even have the courage to raise their swords against the strong, only know how to bully the weak, do these trash even deserve to establish martial world rules?"

Wei Wu stood up.

Su Ying looked at him and simply slid down onto the bed. To avoid kicking Wei Wu, she simply raised her legs. Her two jade-like legs looked like an ivory slide, very tempting.

Wei Wu continued his long-winded speech, "I thought this martial arts world was utterly rotten, but seeing Tie Xinlan, seeing you, seeing Jiang Yuyan, I feel that this martial arts world isn't so boring after all."

When Su Ying heard him mention other women, especially at this moment, she was so angry that she wanted to put all her strength into her feet. However, she was also sensible and afraid of hurting Wei Wu and affecting her happiness in the lower half of her body. So she could only wrap the quilt around her upper body even tighter and let out a "humph" of dissatisfaction.

Unable to enjoy the benefits of an automatic transmission, Wei Wu switched to a manual, laughing as he said, "I'm going to bring a huge shock to this martial arts world and add a little fun to my life!"