Chapter 233 Big Bad Guy?

“Alright, stop crying.”

Looking at the young girl before him, who had dressed as a man only to fail miserably at it, Lin Xun picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup.

Hearing Lin Xun’s voice, Sikong Wangxing lowered her head. The girl, with her small hands lightly clutching the hem of her clothes and tear stains still at the corners of her eyes, sat quietly in front of him.

Even in men’s clothing, the girl’s Star Eyes were still as beautiful and brilliant as the stars. Her cherry-like thin lips bore a small tooth mark, a trace of her having just lightly bitten her lower lip.

Her long eyelashes still hung with teardrops, blinking gently; her watery appearance was heart-wrenching.

The girl wanted to look up at Lin Xun, but she didn’t dare.

Only Zhu Ling was still in a daze.

When Sister Wang Xing suddenly burst into tears just now, Zhu Ling was at a loss, not knowing what had happened.

Now this man had suddenly sat down in front of her and even spoke harshly to Sister Wang Xing! He was exactly like that Big Bad Guy!

Wait…

Big Bad Guy?

Suddenly, Zhu Ling, whose train of thought had finally rounded eighteen bends, blinked as she looked at the slightly-too-good-looking bad person in front of her:

“You’re… you’re the Big Bad Guy! Lin—”

Just as Zhu Ling was about to say Lin Xun’s name, Sikong Wangxing gently pulled her and shook her head.

Only then did Zhu Ling realize that there were still Death Warriors by Sister Sikong’s side protecting her safety.

If she revealed this Big Bad Guy’s identity, it would bring him trouble.

Zhu Ling closed her small mouth, swallowing the words that had almost jumped out back into her stomach. She even instinctively covered her forehead, fearing this Big Bad Guy would flick her brow again.

But soon, the Little White Rabbit remembered something her grandfather had said.

“That Lin Xun suffers from a great dao injury. His Realm is at most the Dragon Gate Realm. Without the suppression of the Innate Dao in the Heiwu Secret Realm, Ling’er, you could hang that Lin Xun up and beat him with your Late Stage Golden Core Realm cultivation.”

For a moment, a glint flashed through Zhu Ling’s eyes.

Zhu Ling, the Little White Rabbit, sat on the chair with her hands on her hips. With a “humph,” she straightened her slender waist, lifted her head, and puffed out her somewhat flat, slightly undulating chest.

Zhu Ling felt that she was suddenly capable!

Grandfather had said it! After leaving the Heiwu Secret Realm, this Big Bad Guy would be at most in the Dragon Gate Realm. He could no longer bully her; she could even bully him.

Humph, humph, humph! Big Bad Guy! How dare you flick my forehead! How dare you be mean to me! Next, I’m going to bully you!

I, Zhu Ling, hold grudges! Senior Sister even says I’m super fierce!

Looking at the smug, big bright eyes of the little fool Zhu Ling, and her eager expression, Lin Xun didn’t know what this Little White Rabbit was thinking.

However, seeing that even though he had made Sikong Wangxing sad and disappointed, the girl was still wholeheartedly considering his safety and stopping Zhu Ling from saying his name, Lin Xun felt even more guilty.

Even if you hadn’t actually done anything, when such a pitiable girl cries because of you, you feel as if you’ve committed the greatest mistake in the world.

“It’s fine, say whatever you want.”

Lin Xun sighed softly.

“I’ve activated the Huanying Mirror from the Ten Thousand Demon Sect. To anyone else, it looks like a woman chatting normally with you.”

As he spoke, Lin Xun reached for the wine pot to pour himself another drink.

But a pair of fair little hands gently held the wine pot.

Looking up, Lin Xun saw Sikong Wangxing in front of him, saying in a soft voice, “It’s… it’s already the fifth pot. Don’t… don’t drink anymore.”

“…” Lin Xun looked up at Sikong Wangxing. The girl still had her head down, her eyelids lowered, avoiding Lin Xun’s gaze, but her small hands were still holding the wine pot, not letting Lin Xun drink anymore.

Perhaps it was because it was her first time stopping Lin Xun from doing something.

Or perhaps it was because Lin Xun had seen her tears, and the girl felt embarrassed.

At this moment, the girl’s cheeks were tinged with a faint crimson, like the first peach blossoms in a winter mountain temple. Though she looked frail, she was strikingly moving.

Especially Sikong Wangxing’s gentle tone, which sounded like a wife advising her husband not to drink anymore.

The softest part of Lin Xun’s heart seemed to be touched, and he had a strong urge to pull her into his arms.

He hadn’t expected that his every move—from the four pots he drank with Old Sun and the others to the fifth pot he had just brought—had been completely memorized by her.

“Fine, I won’t drink then.” Lin Xun let go of the wine pot and composed his scattered thoughts.

Inside the Spring Breeze Tower, the singing and dancing resumed, the atmosphere thick with wine and revelry.

The soft red light of the tower falling on the girl’s fair cheeks was especially distracting.

“Let’s go for a walk. Why would a girl come to a place like this?”

Lin Xun stood up and walked toward the stairs.

Sikong Wangxing and Zhu Ling followed Lin Xun out of the Spring Breeze Tower and onto the streets of Luo City.

It was already four in the afternoon. Winter days were short, and in another half hour, the winter sun would set, but the red clouds were already beginning to cover the world.

Even in men’s clothing, Sikong Wangxing still kept her hands clasped in front of her, following Lin Xun with graceful steps.

With her head lowered, the girl would occasionally look up at the side profile of the man in front of her, then quietly look down again, like a bashful new wife.

On the contrary, Zhu Ling, knowing she could talk to him without restraint and without worrying about exposing him, hopped along behind Lin Xun like a lively Little White Rabbit.

“Hey, Big Bad Guy, have you always lived in Luo City?”

“Yeah.”

“Big Bad Guy, when did you return to Luo City?”

“Two months ago.”

“So, Big Bad Guy, have you been hiding in Luo City this whole time?”

“That’s right.” Lin Xun nodded. “Two years ago, I suffered a great dao injury and almost died. At that time, I lived in the sewers, fighting with rats for food. It was miserable.”

“Ah…” Zhu Ling looked at Lin Xun sympathetically. “And then?”

“After that, my injuries improved slightly, so I moved from the sewers to the surface and made a living by begging. I even became an Eight-Bag Elder of the Beggars Gang. The Beggars Gang leader, Elder Qiao, wanted to teach me the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and have me succeed him as leader, but I refused.”

“Beggars Gang?” Zhu Ling was cutely confused.

“Yeah, it’s a very powerful organization.” Lin Xun chuckled, feeling that the Little White Rabbit was like his seasoning. “Anyway, back then I never knew where my next meal was coming from. Even dogs would run when they saw me.”

“Dogs? Why?”

“Because they couldn’t beat me in a fight for steamed buns.”

“That… that miserable?” Zhu Ling looked at Lin Xun with sympathy and concern. “Then, Big Bad Guy, why do you still have money to watch girls dance?”

“Oh, that’s because everything I just said was made up. Actually, after I came to Luo City, I was saved by a wealthy beauty, which saved me ten years of hard work, and I’ve been living a happy life ever since.”

“Big Bad Guy!” Teased, Zhu Ling opened her small mouth and lunged at Lin Xun.