ATPnovel Chapter 5: You're really up?
Chapter 5: You're really up?
"Is...is it okay now?"
Pan Xiaoan lay prostrate on the ground, asking in a hoarse voice, each word trembling.
Xue Bufeng just watched him quietly, as if he had only just noticed that he had finished climbing.
"What can it be?"
Pan Xiaoan was taken aback, as if she didn't understand: "Can... you spare me?"
He clung to his last shred of hope.
"I just asked you to crawl like a dog."
Xue Bufeng said calmly, "When will you say you'll forgive me after I've climbed up?"
Pan Xiaoan's pupils suddenly contracted, and despair instantly engulfed his deathly pale face.
original……
It turned out that the person in front of me had no intention of letting me go at all, and was just trying to humiliate me!
That bastard!
Pan Xiaoan almost couldn't help but want to curse, but the simple three words "bastard" stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
Because the fear in his heart had reached its absolute limit!
Everyone in the inn looked at him with pity.
This once illustrious young master from a wealthy family, who used to shine wherever he went, has now fallen to such a state.
but!
To everyone's surprise, Xue Bufeng, who seemed determined not to let Pan Xiaoan go, suddenly smiled.
His smile was like that of an innocent and carefree young boy, and his tone was very gentle:
"I was just joking with you, don't be so scared. Get up, the ground is cold."
Just that one sentence made Pan Xiaoan pause again, and then an indescribable feeling of surviving a disaster welled up in his heart!
My heart was pounding rapidly. I got up from the cold ground and thanked them.
"many……"
Unfortunately, before he could express his gratitude, Xue Bufeng, who had been as gentle as a spring breeze, suddenly changed his expression, becoming cold and even somewhat surprised:
"Huh? You're really up?"
Pan Xiaoan was stunned again, his smile freezing on his lips, his joy at surviving the ordeal instantly plummeting to rock bottom.
The blade flashed again.
No one could see the trajectory clearly; all they saw was the crescent moon-like radiance gently kissing Pan Xiaoan's neck.
Another head rolled off, its final expression frozen in extreme horror and bewilderment, as if it had never seen someone like Xue Bufeng before.
But he saw it today.
So he fell into a pool of blood, and his silk robe, adorned with gold and jade, was stained red.
Short gasps and screams erupted again in the inn.
The two women under the table, in particular, rolled their eyes and nearly fainted.
Xue Bufeng had already walked to the messy octagonal table and sat down in the seat that Pan Xiaoan had just occupied.
He seemed oblivious to the stench of blood behind him, picked up a relatively clean cloth and began wiping the blood off the knife before sheathing it.
Only then did he seem to notice the two women slumped over under the table.
He reached out, one in each hand, and grabbed their slender waists, which were trembling violently with fear. He lifted them up and pressed them onto the stools beside him.
The two women were pale and cold, like marionettes.
Xue Bufeng raised his eyes and looked at the waiter who was huddled behind the counter not far away, trembling like a leaf in the wind.
"Take these away and bring out new food and drinks."
He gestured with his chin towards the leftover food on the table and the mess on the floor.
The waiter, as if granted a pardon, scrambled over and, with his equally pale-faced colleague, hurriedly began to clean up, his movements astonishingly fast.
They've never moved so quickly before.
The originally intense murderous aura seemed to gradually dissipate as Xue Bufeng wiped his sword, sheathed it, sat down, and ordered food in a series of fluid movements.
But the atmosphere in the inn remained tense; no one dared to speak loudly, and even breathing became cautious.
After a long while, the charcoal fire crackled again, and the aroma of new wine and dishes filled the air, gradually easing the oppressive atmosphere in the inn like a thawing stream.
However, everyone's eyes couldn't help but dart towards the two gradually cooling corpses in the corner, and Xue Bufeng, who was calmly drinking and eating, with women on his left and right.
Nobody knows who he is.
No one dared to ask who he was.
The two beautiful young women, Yuanyuan and Bingbing, who had originally followed Pan Xiaoan, saw that Xue Bufeng seemed to have no intention of killing them. Their initial fear gradually faded, and their instincts for survival and dependence took over.
They began to force smiles, carefully serving him food and pouring him wine. Their bodies, which had been stiff, gradually became more supple than before, and they even leaned closer to him intentionally or unintentionally, their breath sweet and fragrant, trying their best to please him.
They've seen it all, the ups and downs of life.
Survival and attaching oneself to the strong are the only principles these beautiful but incompetent women understand.
No one looked at Pan Xiaoan and Shi Yaoxian again.
Their bodies were dragged tremblingly by the shop assistant to the stable in the backyard, and it was already a great act of mercy to cover them haphazardly with a straw mat.
It's simply because everyone knows that from now on, the ever-changing world of martial arts will never have these two figures again.
The world of martial arts is incredibly forgetful.
night.
The night is deep.
The snow stopped, but the wind grew stronger, howling through the cracks in the windowpanes like a ghostly wail.
Xue Bufeng undoubtedly stayed in the best room in the inn, the number one room in the "Heavenly Class" that Pan Xiaoan had booked at great expense and carefully decorated.
Pan Xiaoan is a wealthy man.
Wealthy people usually know how to enjoy life.
Therefore, Pan Xiaoan is not only a rich man, but also a rich man who knows how to enjoy life.
Wherever he goes, he always has a grand air about him and decorates his rooms very nicely.
The room, number one in the "Heavenly" category, was extremely large. The floor was covered with a thick woolen rug from the Western Regions that Pan Xiaoan had brought from home. In the four corners were bronze animal-shaped charcoal braziers, the charcoal burning brightly, making it as warm as a spring day.
Several precious paintings of ladies hung on the wall, and jade, agate, and coral bonsai were displayed on the table. The candlesticks were pure silver, and even the hooks of the bed curtains were gold-plated. In the very center, an enormous carved canopy bed was covered with several layers of soft and expensive sable and silver fox fur rugs, so luxurious that it was almost vulgar.
Xue Bufeng leaned against the headboard, wearing only a silk robe draped casually over his shoulders, the collar open.
Yuanyuan and Bingbing nestled in his arms, one on each side, their hair disheveled and their robes half-undone, revealing large expanses of their snow-white skin.
Their faces were flushed, their breathing was even and long, they were clearly exhausted, and they fell into a deep sleep, with what looked like wet tears still clinging to their long eyelashes.
Xue Bufeng, however, was wide awake.
He was always full of energy.
His eyes shone brightly in the dim candlelight, like cold stars.
At that moment, he suddenly moved, gently releasing the two soft bodies in his arms, pulling the quilt over them, and silently sitting up, his gaze fixed on the closed door.
"No need to stand outside, come in."
He spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet, warm room.
There was a moment of silence outside the door.
"Squeak—"
The door was gently pushed open.
A slender figure shrouded in a black cloak slipped in and then closed the door behind her.
Although the person was inside a cloak, and had changed into a tight-fitting night outfit with a black veil covering their face, only a pair of bright, wary eyes were visible.
However, Xue Bufeng could tell at a glance from her beautiful and alluring figure that the newcomer was the Thousand-Handed Rakshasa.