Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning-Chapter 1142 - 448: Seven Kill Hall

Lie Huo looked at Ximen Huai’s head peeking out, beaming with joy.

His words were slightly mocking. In the past, Ximen Huai could only swallow it.

Less skilled, nothing to say.

But today he had just suffered a severe blow.

On top of that, he had drunk quite a bit of wine.

Now, the effect of the wine surged, courage bubbled up to his heart, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Especially the words ’not much skill,’ which deeply pierced his heart, causing him to glare and curse at the Lie Huo, who he usually dared not provoke.

Maybe it was the liquor’s strength, but now his thinking was more alert than usual.

He spewed curses nonstop and filthy, without pausing for even a pot of tea.

Lie Huo was left dumbfounded, unable to believe his ears.

His first reaction upon hearing the curses was astonishment.

Where did little Ximen Huai get the courage to curse him?

Then came the anger, does he have the nerve? How dare he continue without stopping?

Finally wanting to retort...

But Ximen Huai cursed with such twists and turns, fast as rain, leaving him no chance to respond.

Occasionally pointing with a shaking finger in anger.

But to no avail.

In the end, somehow, he calmed down, planning to listen carefully, learn a phrase or two for future quarrels.

And he listened for a good pot of tea’s time.

Ximen Huai’s mouth was dry and finally had to stop.

The two looked at each other, Lie Huo suddenly realized he’d been cursed for so long, and couldn’t stay calm.

He couldn’t help glaring at Ximen Huai:

"You dare curse me!?"

"...What’s done is done, what can you do now? If you have the guts, kill me, I don’t want to live anyway."

Ximen Huai was full of grief and despair, thinking about impulsively running away today.

And by leaving, what would happen to Shangguan Jingjing?

Would she... would she feel sad?

If she felt sad, would she seek comfort in Su Mo’s arms?

Then... then they...

His mind ran wild, heart feeling like it’s being cut.

As the saying goes, men don’t cry easily, only when truly heartbroken.

Ximen Huai was truly heartbroken now, with tears streaming down uncontrollably.

When Lie Huo saw this, he laughed: 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"A real man, if you’re going to die, just die. Why are you crying like a woman, it’s embarrassing."

"...You’re the one like a woman, your father is like a woman, your grandfather too."

Ximen Huai who’s not afraid of death, how could he fear Lie Huo?

Immediately retorted back.

Lie Huo’s face darkened:

"Enough, family is off-limits."

"Nonsense! I already cursed your ancestors eight generations back, now isn’t it too late to say that?"

If only I could get a word in just now!

Lie Huo couldn’t help but feel injustice, glaring at Ximen Huai:

"If you weren’t my money tree, I’d beat you to death today.

"But, with this change in temper, what happened?"

This hit Ximen Huai’s sore spot.

He was full of frustration, not knowing who to tell.

Now falling into Lie Huo’s hands, unsure of his fate, and under the influence of alcohol, he decided to open up.

He spoke of his acquaintance and love with Shangguan Jingjing, deciding to elope.

What incident at the dock caused them to separate into two routes.

An accident happened along his path, resulting in capture by Lie Huo.

After much hardship reaching Tianqi Island, Shangguan Jingjing came with another man.

At the point of bitterness, his voice trembled, fists clenched, his whole body shivering.

Lie Huo smirked:

"So that’s it, burdened by a woman."

"So that’s why you didn’t stay with the Qi Family, such entanglement indeed exists."

"Hmph, women in the world are cold-hearted, those words resonate with me."

"Hmm?"

Ximen Huai was puzzled: "Did you also..."

Lie Huo glared at him:

"You’d better not delve into my affairs."

"...I’ve told you everything about me, can’t you say something?"

"So young, why ask so much?"

Lie Huo glanced at the sky outside the temple: "It’s about time, they’re coming."

"They... who are they?"

Ximen Huai was slightly puzzled.

"Who else could it be?"

Lie Huo grinned: "The buyers."

"Buyers..."

Ximen Huai’s brow furrowed: "You’ve been calling me a money tree, you meant to sell me. But who intends to buy me?"

"You’ll know when they arrive."

Lie Huo took out a chicken wrapped in lotus leaves from his pocket, warmed it over the fire, and tore off a leg, tossing it to Ximen Huai.

"But rest assured, they might not have bad intentions towards you."

Ximen Huai held the chicken leg but was somewhat absent-minded, brow furrowed.

Lie Huo had mixed in the Jianghu for many years, wasn’t doing it in vain. Noting his strange expression, he felt stirred:

"What are you thinking about?"

Ximen Huai instinctively shook his head, pausing to think, then wanted to speak.

But before he could open his mouth, Lie Huo looked outside the ruined temple and stood up, smiling slightly:

"They’re here."