Chapter 47: Chapter Six Good Person
With a shout, the dejected man rushed in.
Ye Changsheng focused his gaze.
Huh, isn’t that Zhou Bujue?
“Who are you?” The leader of the thugs was surprised that someone would step forward at this moment.
Zhou Bujue’s dejected appearance was even worse than a few days ago, and no one here recognized him.
“Miss, don’t be afraid, I will protect you,” Zhou Bujue smiled back.
He had just passed by and happened to witness the leader of the thugs harassing the young woman.
Upon seeing Luo Yingying’s face, the ashen look in Zhou Bujue’s eyes reignited.
He, who had always been indifferent to women, was stunned by Luo Yingying’s pitiable beauty, and a strong desire to protect her surged within him.
He was the chief disciple of the White Emperor Sword Sect, and it was his duty as a righteous person to draw his sword to help those in need.
He remembered this.
“…” Luo Yingying hugged her arms, lowered her head, and suppressed her restless emotions.
The leader of the thugs became more annoyed, “Don’t ignore us! Don’t you know who I am?”
Zhou Bujue glanced at him dismissively, “Only those who lack confidence like to boast about their identity in front of others.”
“Why are you so arrogant! I’m an Outer Disciple of the White Emperor Sword Sect, Pang Dahu, haven’t you heard of my reputation, Tiger Lord!!”
White Emperor Sword Sect.
Just the name was enough to make ordinary people dare not speak out in anger.
The vicinity was within the White Emperor Sword Sect’s sphere of influence, and even the Great Chu Kingdom was wary of such a colossal power.
Angering the White Emperor Sword Sect was no different from seeking death.
“Since when did the White Emperor Sword Sect have scumbags like you who bully young women?” Zhou Bujue sneered.
“You dare to insult our White Emperor Sword Sect, it seems you don’t want to live! Brothers, attack!”
Pang Dahu waved his hand, and several lackeys rushed forward.
These people were just ordinary thugs, with no cultivation at all. Zhou Bujue knocked them all unconscious with a palm strike.
“You’re a Cult!” Pang Dahu exclaimed, “Don’t come over, my backing is the White Emperor Sword Sect. If you anger me, my Senior Brother Zhou Bujue won’t let you off!”
“Heh, I am Zhou Bujue!” Zhou Bujue approached Pang Dahu, “Today, I will cleanse the sect for Master. Having scumbags like you really tarnishes the reputation of our White Emperor Sword Sect!”
Ye Changsheng found this plot increasingly familiar.
Damn it! Isn’t this the classic scenario of an arrogant scoundrel provoking trouble, and the Protagonist showing off his might?
As expected, Zhou Bujue truly had the destiny of the Protagonist. His lines were so standard; one could write a novel with this alone.
Zhou Bujue punched Pang Dahu in the face. His head was twisted, and his front teeth were knocked out.
Zhou Bujue held back; otherwise, Pang Dahu’s head would have been gone.
“He really seems to be Zhou Bujue!” “Although it’s a bit strange, he’s the chief disciple of the White Emperor Sword Sect!” “He’s that peerless number one genius, right!”
Pang Dahu was shocked, his knees buckled, and he knelt on the ground.
“Grandpa Zhou, spare me! I’m not an Outer Disciple of the White Emperor Sword Sect, I was just talking nonsense!”
“Oh?” Zhou Bujue stopped.
“I just wanted to borrow the name of the White Emperor Sword Sect to make myself seem a bit powerful, but I was wrong, I truly know I was wrong!”
“Scram, don’t appear here again. If we see you in our White Emperor Sword Sect’s territory again, you’ll die.”
“Thank you, Grandpa Zhou, thank you, Grandpa Zhou!” Pang Dahu forced a smile, kowtowed a few times, and ran away.
“Even though his image has changed, he’s still so handsome.” “Yes, if I were a girl, I would definitely fall for Zhou Bujue.” “I’m not a girl, but I’ve fallen in love with him, I want to duel with him!”
Zhou Bujue was used to the hero always saving the damsel in distress, as it was a common occurrence.
If it were usual, he would have left long ago, otherwise more girls would admire him and ruin their lives.
However, this time he didn’t rush to leave, wanting to chat with Luo Yingying a bit longer.
“I’m sorry for startling you just now, are you alright?”
“…”
Zhou Bujue’s presumptuous actions made Luo Yingying’s expression worsen.
“Miss, are you feeling unwell?” Zhou Bujue wanted to get closer to show his concern.
Luo Yingying was about to go crazy. Every man here exuded an unbearable odor.
Especially the man in front of her, who had staged such a disgusting play to win her favor.
Her voice was squeezed out, “Don’t talk to me.”
This was the first time Zhou Bujue had encountered a girl resisting him.
“Did I hear that wrong?”
Zhou Bujue believed in his charm, perhaps she was just shy and misspoke.
“Miss, don’t be nervous, that scoundrel has already been dealt with by me—”
“Maggot, I’ll be direct. You disgust me to the point of vomiting. I’ll give you ten seconds to run, or I’ll kill you on the spot.”
Luo Yingying’s voice was like a blizzard, sweeping through the scene, leaving a cold and silent atmosphere.
Zhou Bujue’s face froze. He thought he was hallucinating. How could a girl dislike his excellence???
“I’ve had enough.”
Ten seconds had already passed, and Luo Yingying’s fingers began to move…
“It’ll be hard to end if I start a fight with the White Emperor Sword Sect, I’ll play along this time.”
Ye Changsheng made up his mind. Before Luo Yingying could erupt, he squeezed to the front of the crowd and shouted:
“Wife, what are you doing here? Come home for dinner!”
Luo Yingying looked up and saw Ye Changsheng’s face, her expression changed dramatically.
The killing intent in her eyes instantly vanished, and her lovely face bloomed with a smile that belonged only to Ye Changsheng.
It was like an eternally frozen mountain melting, a sea of flowers blooming after a spring breeze swept across a cold land, a clear sky after bright sunlight pierced through dark clouds.
“W-wife!?” Luo Yingying, her face flushed red, happily touched her reddened cheeks.
This drastic change stunned everyone present, leaving them in awe.
One moment she was a cruel empress, and the next she was a girl in love. What a huge transformation!
“Why are you running around, Wife? You made me search everywhere.”
Ye Changsheng grabbed Luo Yingying’s soft little hand and pulled her to his side, making her heart beat even faster.
“Um, I, I was just joking…”
Ye Changsheng didn’t want Luo Yingying to say that word, so he quickly said, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten who I am. I’m your husband.”
“H-Husband!?” Luo Yingying was so happy she almost fainted.
Zhou Bujue’s jaw dropped in shock.
What’s going on?
What’s the situation?
What happened?
Why was she so resistant to men just now, yet so soft like Cotton Candy in front of this young man??
“Husband, I, I… want… to have children with you… hurry…”
Luo Yingying stammered, clinging to Ye Changsheng, displaying her demure side under everyone’s gaze.
All the men present cast envious and burning glances, their eyes bloodshot with jealousy.
“Wife, someone helped you, you should thank them,” Ye Changsheng said.
“…Hmph, no,” Luo Yingying buried her head in Ye Changsheng’s chest, hugging his waist tightly.
“Be good, be obedient.”
“No, no! I only like Husband, and I only talk to Husband. I don’t want to see other men!”
Luo Yingying buried her face even deeper, her coquettish tone so sweet it could melt bones. What man could resist this?
The sourness grew stronger, as if a banquet of sour lemons was being held, making everyone dizzy with envy.
“Sigh, Wife, you’re something else,” Ye Changsheng said with a helpless smile.
Zhou Bujue was almost turned into a statue.
He was the one who saved the beauty, so why was he in this predicament?
A sense of helplessness and pain, as if his beloved had been cruelly snatched away, filled Zhou Bujue. He watched Luo Yingying’s coquettish display powerlessly, it was heartbreaking.
“Brother, you must be Brother Zhou from the White Emperor Sword Sect, right? Thank you for helping my wife out of trouble.” Ye Changsheng thanked Zhou Bujue.
“…It was nothing,” Zhou Bujue’s mouth twitched.
“My wife is just like this, a bit shy. I hope Brother Zhou doesn’t mind.”
Ye Changsheng dotingly stroked Luo Yingying’s head, as if showing off.
“Mm, ah, oh, ooh, ooh,” Zhou Bujue responded stiffly, not even knowing what he was saying.
“Brother Zhou is indeed the chief disciple of the White Emperor Sword Sect, magnanimous and broad-minded. I am truly impressed! Just like the legends say, you are a kind-hearted good person.”
