Xu Le hung the cross around his neck, showing his attitude through his actions. Then, Xu Le held Liu Yanyan's hand, looked at her blushing face, and said seriously, "Come with me to dinner today. There's something I need to tell you."
"What is it?" Liu Yanyan's heart pounded as her hands were held, and a blush spread to her ears. When she heard Xu Le say that he had something to talk to her about at the restaurant, she suddenly felt a sense of anticipation: Could it be that he was going to confess his feelings to her?
Xu Le let go of her hand, took a box from a bag on the side of the table and handed it to Liu Yanyan, instructing her, "This is the evening dress I bought for you. Remember to wear it tonight. We'll go to the restaurant at four o'clock."
After saying that, Xu Le glanced at Liu Yanyan, who was in a state of joy, turned around and went back to his room. He took out the notebook from the shadows, found the six pages about Liu Yanyan, tore them all out, rubbed a ball of fire in his hands, and muttered to himself, "The timing is right, the location is right, only the people are missing. The first side story should begin."
The six pages of paper were instantly ignited, slowly turning to ashes in the orange flames. Xu Le threw them out the window, where they swayed in the air with the breeze, their destination unknown.
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On the other side, Zhang Lingyu, a disciple of Longhu Mountain, walked calmly down the street dressed in light clothing. Her long silver hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face was as beautiful as jade, attracting the frequent glances of passing girls.
The two Taoist priests behind him, one fat and one thin, couldn't help but sigh at Zhang Lingyu's charm. Although they were envious, they didn't show it. They just exchanged glances. After all, although Zhang Lingyu was young, his seniority was higher than both of them. He was their senior uncle and might even be the next sect leader.
Suddenly, the thin Taoist priest felt a surge of irritation. A fire welled up in his heart, but he had nowhere to vent it. This nameless fire burned brighter and brighter. Finally, the thin Taoist priest could not bear it any longer. He took a few steps forward and said to Zhang Lingyu, "Uncle-Master, I have something to do and I'll be back in a while."
Zhang Lingyu remained calm, seemingly unmoved by anything, and replied without turning his head, "Then go. Your mind seems quite troubled. Be careful and don't forget to calm your mind."
"Thank you for your guidance, Uncle-Master." The thin Taoist priest usually didn't think there was anything wrong with Zhang Lingyu's attitude, but now he felt that this guy was putting on airs. He was clearly young, but he always pretended to be indifferent, which made him feel disgusted.
After bidding farewell to the fat Taoist, the thin Taoist hurriedly left. For some reason, a feeling in his heart guided him to a certain place. After crossing several streets, he finally arrived outside a restaurant and saw a couple dining through the glass.
For some reason, the thin Taoist priest felt a surge of murderous intent, especially towards the girl. The evil and filthy aura emanating from her made him very uncomfortable. He recognized the aura; it seemed to belong to the Liu family of the Xiangxi Corpse-Driving Sect.
Chapter Ninety-Two: Death
In the eyes of the skinny Taoist priest, the Liu family of Xiangxi was an insult to Longhu Mountain, a despicable scourge on corpses. In his eyes, Liu Yanyan was probably seducing that man, wanting to turn him into a corpse.
The thin Taoist priest had a gloomy face and looked furious. His mustache made him look lewd and scary. When the passersby saw this guy who exuded a dangerous aura, they pushed him away. In an instant, there was an empty space next to him.
"No, this little guy has definitely been seduced by this lowly woman who drives corpses. If we don't save him, someone will definitely die."
The skinny Taoist priest was bursting with a sense of justice. He didn't seem to realize that he was particularly prone to anger today, nor did he care why he had come here, and just happened to see this couple.
However, he knew his limits and did not choose to make a move in the bustling city. Instead, he kept an eye on them from the sidelines, waiting for the two to leave before looking for an opportunity.
Inside the restaurant, Xu Le glanced at the skinny Taoist priest who thought he was hiding himself very well, a playful look in his eyes. He then turned to look at Liu Yanyan, who was wearing a red dress and light makeup. She was stunning today, and all the men cast envious glances at Xu Le.
However, this wasn't some typical urban romance novel; there were no rich kids or sons of officials trying to chat him up. Everyone was simply amazed and thought to themselves, "That kid's lucky."
Compared to Xu Le's composure, Liu Yanyan seemed flustered, her eyes fixed on the tableware on the table, her face flushed, and she dared not raise her head to meet Xu Le's gaze.
"Yan Yan".
"arrive!"
When Liu Yanyan suddenly heard Xu Le call her, she reflexively said "Here." She immediately realized what was happening and wished she could disappear into a hole.
Xu Le chuckled, staring intently at Liu Yanyan, and said affectionately, "Yanyan, be my girlfriend!"
"I...I do." Liu Yanyan covered her mouth with excitement, tears welling in her eyes. She had finally waited for this day.
Xu Le picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Liu Yanyan's, then drank it all in one gulp. Beneath his warm eyes lay a stillness as deep as stagnant water.
After paying the bill, Xu Le and Liu Yanyan walked hand in hand across the street toward the apartment. Fewer and fewer pedestrians were around them, and only the faint white light of the streetlights dispelled the darkness. The two walked quietly, their fingers intertwined, without saying a word.
"Young man, you'd better stay away from her. She's no ordinary woman; she's a descendant of the Corpse-Driving Sect, and has spent her childhood and nights with corpses. She's incredibly filthy."
A sharp sound broke the silence of the street. Xu Le could feel Liu Yanyan's hand tightening its grip, her palms sweating, and a slight tremor transmitted to Xu Le through her hand.
Xu Le gripped Liu Yanyan's hand tightly, gave her a trusting look, and then shouted sternly at the street, "Sneaking around like a rat, come out if you dare!"
"The little boy is quite sharp-tongued, but unfortunately, he's been bewitched by this girl and doesn't realize he's already halfway to the gates of hell."
A Taoist priest emerged from behind a telephone pole. He was thin, with a monkey-like face, and his behavior was sleazy. His gloomy face made you want to punch him.
Xu Le shielded Liu Yanyan behind him and said to the skinny Taoist priest, "What corpse driving? What ghost gate? Are you crazy? Get out of my way now, or I won't be polite."
"Well said, 'You're too kind.' You've got quite the nerve for your age. But I can't blame you. Let me expose this woman's true colors!"
After speaking, the thin Taoist priest was enveloped in a golden light. He quickly pushed off with both feet and leaped in front of Xu Le. He clenched his fist, and the golden light on his hand contracted on the surface of his fist before he suddenly swung it out, aiming at Liu Yanyan behind Xu Le.
"Watch out!" Liu Yanyan pushed aside Xu Le, who was blocking her way. Her internal energy circulated rapidly and condensed in her hands. She crossed her hands to block the thin Taoist's punch. The huge impact burst out from her wrists, knocking her back several steps before she could regain her balance.
"The Golden Light Mantra of Longhu Mountain is indeed as powerful as its reputation suggests. Why are you targeting me, Daoist Master? I don't seem to have done anything wrong."
Liu Yanyan frowned and asked in a cold voice. At the same time, she felt a little regretful. Today, she had deliberately not brought any zombies with her so that she could come out with Xu Le. She didn't expect to run into the Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain here, who attacked her indiscriminately and exposed her identity.
"Why am I targeting you? Yes, why am I..." The skinny Taoist was stumped by Liu Yanyan's question, wondering why he was targeting Liu Yanyan. Was it just because she was a corpse driver from Xiangxi?
Xu Le's eyes flashed, and with a slight flick of his fingers, a wisp of black energy silently circled behind the thin Taoist priest under the cover of darkness, before burrowing into the priest's neck.
The skinny Taoist was in distress when suddenly black energy surged into his body, and a red light appeared in his dark eyes before disappearing. He then suddenly raised his head and said viciously, "I'm going to kill all of you Xiangxi corpse-driving trash."
"Are you really a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain? How can you be so violent!"
Liu Yanyan said angrily. She could feel that the Taoist priest's killing intent was not fake but that he really wanted to kill her. However, her zombie was not around at the moment, and her corpse was less than half full. She was no match for the skinny Taoist priest. In addition, her boyfriend Xu Le was just an ordinary person. It would be bad if he got hurt.
The skinny Taoist leaped up, bent his body in mid-air, formed his hands into claws, and used a golden light spell to protect his body as he reached out to grab Liu Yanyan.
Liu Yanyan dodged the skinny Taoist's claw by sidestepping, but she didn't expect it to be just a feint. In a flash, the claw turned into a palm and struck Liu Yanyan with all his might in the abdomen, sending her flying backward and crashing into the wall on the side of the street.
"Cough cough cough cough! What a fine Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain, what a righteous person! You've been harming ordinary people of extraordinary abilities without authorization, you're really something!" Liu Yan Yan coughed up blood and fell to the ground, looking resentfully at the thin Taoist priest standing under the street lamp.
"Whether I am righteous or not is none of your business. The Liu family of Xiangxi is a filthy family. Losing one person is a good deed. So please, die."
The thin Taoist bowed, black energy swirling in his eyes, almost completely covering the whites of his eyes, turning them pitch black. His expression also became ferocious. He took out a willow-leaf knife from his bosom, held the blade between his fingers, channeled his energy into his two fingers, and threw the knife at Liu Yanyan, who was lying on the ground.