The Legend Of Fuyao Book 1

Many Thanks for Waiting On Me

The whole restaurants crowd all turned their heads, then let out wow sounds.

Ya Lanzhus large eyes turned towards that direction, and then dangerously narrowed.

Yao Xun gaped in shock, for a time not able to react. Because his mouth was open for too long, a dribble of saliva dripped down with a splat. Yao Xun quickly shut his mouth, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, then hurriedly embarrassedly wiped his mouth. Executing a self-preservation action, he shrunk back and slipped away.

Yet Zhan Bei Ye, from beginning to end, never looked back.

He was randomly pointing anyways – back then when rushing into the restaurant he happened to catch a brief glimpse of faint red clothing above him, definitely a woman. As long as it was a woman he was set, it didnt matter who she was.

As for whether that unlucky woman whom he appointed, would meet with some kind of trouble, he didnt care at all.

Meng Fuyao froze in the middle of the stairway, hand grasping the stair railings, smiling awkwardly.

The feeling of being pierced by so many fixed stares with unknown meanings, was as expected, not very comfortable.

Zhan Bei Ye, you bastard, what are you doing randomly pointing in open daylight.

Ya Lanzhus eye daggers flew out, sizing Meng Fuyao up like she was scraping flesh from bone. Today Fuyao didnt wear any of that unflattering makeup, only smearing some ginger juice to give herself faint yellow facial color, but her features were still outstanding. After looking for a while Ya Lanzhu curled her lips saying, Youre kidding me right, this is clearly a jaundiced sick person.

Zhan Bei Ye crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, replying, And so what? As long as I like her.

Ill kill her!

Kill her, and youll still be number two, second wife.

Ya Lanzhu hopped up, and with a twist of her slender waist and a brandishing of her arm, she instantly pulled out from her back a small waist knife, embedded with multicolored shells. Huo huo huo she swiftly danced out a sword flurry, the snow bright knife tip reflecting the sunlight, dangerously glittering.

Pointing the knife towards Zhan Bei Ye, she yelled, Go! Kill your first! Shift the position to me!

Hey, who are you calling his first?

The clear voice of a woman suddenly traveled over. With a shua sound the people present turned their eyes to the middle of staircase again, seeing Meng Fuyao leaning over on the railings, her expression normal, currently overlooking those two below.

En? Only now did Zhan Bei Ye finally turned around, sweeping Meng Fuyao with an eye. However this look was only a brief passing, without any interest.

Youre lying? Ya Lanzhu stared at Meng Fuyao intently, her eyes shining.

Fuyao crisply snapped her fingers, looking back at the Ya Lanzhu full of murderous intent. Nope.

This time, Zhan Bei Ye closely studied her with an eye.

Ya Lanzhu opened her mouth, Ah?

I think he pretends I am his first, Meng Fuyao sighed, but that is only his one-sided affection. This lady has long had someone else in my heart, how could I like this boorish fellow?

Zhan Bei Yes face darkened like the bottom of a pan. Ya Lanzhus eyes showed great surprise.

Some things just cant be forced. Fuyao clapped her hands. This nobleman, although your looks are just passable, your attitude doesnt fit my taste. Girls should be protected and valued. With this type of public declaration of your love for me, in front of all these people, tell me how am I supposed to marry someone later?