Coming of the Villain Boss!-Chapter 65 - Gorgeous Doctor (12)
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
“See, I solved a problem for you guys. Won’t you thank me?” I told you I’m not a scumbag.
[…] Put away the egg in your hand before saying that.
The others stood up from the ground and looked to Ming Shu. Her smiling face was really annoying. Seeing her holding the colorful egg, all their gratitude vanished immediately.
“You…” How was the egg still in her hand? What did the thunder cat just take away?
They clearly saw her throwing away the egg!
The serpent wanted this egg. If it found itself cheated, the consequences would be disastrous.
“Lord, what should we do now?” Xiao Rufeng was taken away by the serpent.
But these people didn’t intend to save her. What would the Lord plan to do?
“You stay, and the rest follow me.” Feng Cheng tossed a deep glance at Ming Shu.
“Lord, the serpent is not easy to deal with. It is unwise to go after it like this.” The escort tried to persuade Feng Cheng not to go.
But Feng Cheng swept his eyes over him; the escort closed his mouth all at once.
Feng Cheng left with some others to chase after the serpent. Meanwhile, Ming Shu jumped off the stone with the egg and told Hui Xue to make a fire. She was going to roast the egg.
Everyone looked at the spirals of smoke floating into the air, feeling a little weird. What on earth was that woman doing?
“Yanran, before… didn’t you find there’s something wrong… with her brain?”
Thrown away by the serpent, Bai Yanran then returned to the team, but she looked a little messy. Faced with everyone’s doubts, she grunted. “How would I know.” Who the hell knew whether that Zhi Po was bewitched or not.
Just now, this group of people ignored her like she didn’t exist, and now they dared to come to her?
Bai Yanran’s expression made the surrounding people a bit embarrassed. They tried to justify themselves. “Yanran, It was a saint beast, we could do nothing about it…”
“It’s impossible for us to defeat a saint beast. Don’t be angry with us, Yanran. You’re always a lucky dog, no matter what happens you’ll be fine.”
Hearing these flatteries, Bai Yanran grunted again, sarcastically. She originally looked down on these people; if they were not needed as attendants, she wouldn’t have talked to them. This time, treating her in this way, Bai Yanran was definitely too angry to show them a pleasant face.
Yet Bai Yanran seemed to have forgotten: This place was the dangerous Windy Mountain Range of Demons, a place that could even trap and kill the senior Master.
It’s neither the Royal School, nor did it belong to the Bai family.
After talking to themselves for a while and being faced with Bai Yanran’s arrogant attitude, several students stopped trying and stood aside with each their own thoughts.
“Miss, it seems they are quarreling with each other.” Hui Xue squatted next to Ming Shu, wearing a slightly contemptuous look. “Bai Yanran has a bad temper. She offended lots of people before at the Royal School. Now at the Windy Mountain Range of Demons she still acts like everyone is a servant. I dare say, if she really disrespected the heartless and cruel ones, she’ll doubtless be killed in secret.”
“Oh.” Ming Shu stared at the egg in her hand and didn’t care about others at all. She turned to the flame, moved the egg above the fire, then slowly opened her fingers.
“Miss!”
It was Liu Feng’s voice. A little hoarse, but not unpleasant to hear. Ming Shu rarely heard his voice; now with his sudden call, she looked to him compliantly.
But all of a sudden, Ming Shu felt a dark shadow come over her, an indistinct figure standing in front of her. An exotic aroma floated to her nose and the egg was snatched from her hand.
Ming Shu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was happening.
Someone dared to rob me of my food!? Seriously?!
Ming Shu reversed her fingers to catch the person’s hand. However, the minute she touched the other’s skin, that human figure suddenly changed into a cloud of smoke, drifting to the opposite side like lightning.
The smoke led the flame to another side, and the licking flames immediately lit the surroundings. Within a short time, the flames rose quickly and a natural burning barrier appeared.
The smoke slowly condensed into a human form on the other side of the fire.
That “man” was dressed in a white robe, which was embroidered with some obscure golden patterns. The front was slightly open and upper half of his black hair was tied back, while the lower half was casually draped over his shoulders and chest. Under the smooth hair, delicate collarbones were exposed.
The fire whistled, reflecting a magnificent landscape in the man’s deep, dark eyes.
The man had a somewhat pale face, but his soul-stirring beauty still impressed everyone. He curled his mouth in a coquettish smile, his sudden appearance not unlike a demon incidentally come down to the human world. The shade of his lips was somehow bloodthirsty.
The colorful egg was now held in his hand, the joints articulated. It looked like he only needed a little strength to break the egg.
Ming Shu held her breath a little.
Everyone fell into a weird silence. Only the burning fire still sang with abandon.
The man’s very breath seemed charming; he was altogether too flirtatious, like an evil spirit that could steal one’s soul. But at the same time, he possessed some imperceptible purity, as pure as the purest creature at the beginning of the world, unstained and clean.
Two extremes were combined inside one single person.
Ming Shu lowered her gaze. Her smiling voice broke the silence. “Hui Xue, how did this silly person appear?”
Startled back to herself, Hui Xue strove to move her sights away from the man standing opposite them. She answered in an intricate and obscure voice, “He… seems to be… the Master of Drunken Flower Pavilion.”
“Who cares about some so called Drunken Flower or Grass Pavilion! Didn’t you see him rob my food?” Ming Shu pointed at the man. Her smiling cheer was mixed with savage aggression.
To dare to grab my snack!
I’m going to beat him badly!
Ming Shu rolled up her sleeves, getting ready to take action. But Hui Xue pulled her clothes in a timely manner. “Miss, calm down. That Master of Drunken Flower Pavilion is not so simple, he’s quite abnormal.”
“Abnormal?” Who could be more abnormal than me?
Hm… it seems something is not right…
Forget about it. What’s most important now is to get the egg back.
Ming Shu broke free from Hui Xue and jumped over the wall of fire to her screams, straightforwardly attacking the man’s vitals. Again, before Ming Shu could touch him, he instantly changed into a plume of smoke and slipped away, right through Ming Shu’s fingers.
“Death Valley is really losing its power with each generation.” The man’s silvery voice carried through the fire, reaching the ears of Ming Shu. It was like a sneer, but his tone also contained contempt.
Ming Shu shook her sleeves and smiled, saying, “Okay. You’re powerful, you’re the best.”
The man raised his eyebrows slightly. He seemed a little confused about why Ming Shu started to praise him all of a sudden.
Just as he was observing her, a chill suddenly went down his spine and a strong force was aimed at his back. He quickly moved sideways to avoid it, but with the wind whistling past his ear, a warm hand grasped his arm. His surroundings were turned upside down, then he was suddenly pressed upon by a heavy weight.
The woman’s face appeared over him, grinning.
Ming Shu kicked the fallen person’s body angrily. Then, stepping on his chest, she bent over him with a smile, her hands propped on her knees. “Fellow, you dared to take my egg. Who gave you the courage?”
The man was stunned, staring at her for a few seconds. Then he suddenly opened his mouth: “Girl, your clothes are open.”
Ming Shu remained unmoved.
I’ve been playing this trick since a long time ago. Don’t presume to get me with it!
The man’s expression stiffened for a moment. He had a weird feeling about the smile of the woman above him.
Undoubtedly, her smile was as natural as the spring wind of March, but he could see the chilly sharpness beneath that smiling facade, hidden like blades. It was as if her “fake” smile could fling those cold, sharp blades at him at any moment.
