Chapter 913: Chapter 227: Something’s Off (2-in-1)
What does this have to do with me?
Purely a disaster out of nowhere...
After venting his anger on Little Bear, Yan Beihan snorted and walked forward.
But involuntarily turned back to look at the vast lake surface again, a blush flashed across his face... Somehow, he seemed faintly, to be looking forward... wanting to do it again...
"What am I thinking!!"
Yan Beihan sternly stopped himself from thinking further.
Then he went to find Fang Che.
By now, both she and Fang Che had no idea that since they set foot on this land, they were already within the territory of those powerful White Tigers.
...
Fang Che felt that Yan Beihan seemed to have changed.
Became... fiercer, colder, scarier.
That look seemed to wish to tear him apart, yet carried some other strange feelings hidden beneath.
But that was just the feeling...
Expression cold and aloof, demeanor icy, looking down from a high, ordering arrogantly.
Actually restoring the demeanor of the True Sect’s Eldest Lady.
Full of posture, yet somewhat formidable-looking but weak-minded.
Fiercely intimidating, yet somewhat cute.
Fang Che was bewildered.
What kind of posture is this, madam?
Moreover, the way she refers to him changed too. Became very blunt, very impolite.
"Hey! Fang!"
Yan Beihan, with a stern face, furrowing his brow, tried hard to fill his gaze with killing aura, and said in a rebuking manner: "You’ve been chopping wood for so long, how come you still haven’t cooked? And, as a man, you have me helping you chop wood, aren’t you a little lacking in grace?"
Fang Che scratched his head.
With both hands spread wide, he innocently said: "Eldest Lady Yan, please understand, firstly, I am from the Guardian, you are from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, we are adversaries. Only temporarily cooperating in this Yin Yang Realm."
"Secondly, I am neither your servant nor your subordinate, I don’t need to take orders from you."
"Thirdly, in here, we both want to survive and maintain some quality of life, and that has nothing to do with being a man or a woman, everyone is responsible for their own share, it’s not about serving anyone, nor about grace."
Yan Beihan squinted his eyes lightly: "Fourth?"
"No fourth."
Fang Che said: "So..."
"So let’s spar!"
Yan Beihan, filled with killing aura, drew his sword with a swish.
Without another word, rushed over.
"Wait! I’ll go cook..."
Fang Che immediately shouted.
But it was too late.
Before today, if Fang Che backed down, Yan Beihan would stop, the purpose of intimidation being achieved would be enough. But today, Fang Che’s submission had no effect at all.
Yan Beihan gave him a thorough beating.
Beat him to breathlessness once more, lying on the ground unable to move even a little finger.
And this time the beating was particularly ruthless.
Afterwards, Yan Beihan seemed to feel pleasant, actually started taking out resources herself, began to cook.
Fang Che lay on the ground, only feeling doubtful about life: "????"
This is truly baffling.
After a long time.
Yan Beihan finished cooking, ate by herself, even fed Little Bear, then coldly said: "You are right, in here, everyone must rely on themselves!"
Finished speaking, astonishingly stood up herself to work, went to set up her temporary tent as a little home.
Fang Che was dumbfounded: saying I’m right yet you gave me a beating?
Held up his body, walked over to check it out, actually saw an leftover portion of meal, seemingly left for him?
So considerate?
Fang Che began to eat directly.
While eating, he suspected, did the Witch become brain dead? Beat him so severely yet still left him a meal.
Is this a case of giving a stick and then a sweet date?
"The dishes taste good."
Fang Che ate the meal she made, feeling that as a man, he should be magnanimous, owing to the current environment, they must unite and warm each other.
So decided to forgive her this once, proactively chatted.
"Hey, an esteemed Guardian, daring to eat a meal made by a Witch, are you not afraid of being poisoned."
Yan Beihan said lightly.
"We are in cooperation." Fang Che’s expression was serious and solemn.
"Heh..." Yan Beihan sneered: "A Witch of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect can actually cooperate with the esteemed Guardian? Truly an honor."
When did this girl awaken this sarcastic ability?
Fang Che searched around, forcefully exchanged a couple more sentences, yet was certainly confronted with relentless ridicule.
Hence, decisively retreated.
Retreated to his male zone, started contemplating.
This girl must have something wrong.
However, thinking over, couldn’t pinpoint where’s wrong. Could it be because of splashing her butt with the wave?
Shouldn’t be so petty, right? Last time too, but nothing happened.
Fang Che frowned in thought, feeling somewhat urgent, thus found behind a big tree, unbuttoned his pants and took out...
"Can’t you build a toilet?"
A cold disdainful voice spoke: "Are all Guardians so vulgar?"
Fang Che remained unfazed, calmly released a stream of clear water, without feeling a bit of embarrassment: "Eldest Lady Yan, at most we will stay here stably for five days then will have to fight and flee again... Do you think a toilet is that necessary?"
He casually shook, put back his treasure, waved his hand, spiritual energy water stream washed his hands, said: "Besides... In those few instances before, I didn’t seem to notice Eldest Lady Yan designing any toilet, wasn’t it just a flower bush blocking..."
With a clang, the sound of a sword drawn from the sheath.
Yan Beihan’s voice filled with fury and extreme embarrassment: "Scoundrel... you... you actually peeked!"
