Chapter 7: Let's Join Forces

“Let’s join forces.”

Ning Honglie looked at her with eyes full of smiles.

Chu Yunluo knitted her elegant brows. “At a time like this, shouldn't your line be, ‘Miss, do not worry, I can handle this alone’?”

Ning Honglie merely smiled. He reached out and pulled, catching Chu Yunluo off guard as he drew her to his side. Immediately after, the two of them leaped together onto the ancient tree in the courtyard. His warm breath now fell passionately against her fair, smooth neck, causing her to frown.

The faint fragrance flowing from her body inevitably drifted into Ning Honglie's nostrils. From this angle, he could see her perfect profile; her skin was as beautiful as congealed fat. If only she didn't have that terrifying black birthmark, what an ethereal beauty she would be.

Completely unaware of Ning Honglie's pounding heart at this moment, Chu Yunluo's sharp eyes spotted the figure of that fat bastard among the crowd approaching their location. As expected, he had brought reinforcements. To chase her all the way here for a mere hundred taels of silver, and even to hire so many experts—it seemed like a bit of an overkill. Furthermore, judging by that fat bastard's peak fourth-stage cultivation, he shouldn't have the ability to hire such experts...

She watched as he nodded and bowed with the demeanor of a dead slave; the people accompanying him seemed to be quite significant.

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Yunluo began to notice the most dazzling young man in the crowd. His exquisite silk robes complemented his demonic face, creating a harmonious brilliance. This face was even three parts more beautiful than a woman's, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be emitting sparks at any moment.

This man truly deserved the title of "city-toppling."

He possessed a temperament entirely different from Ning Honglie's gentle type.

If she had to choose someone to spend time with, Chu Yunluo thought she would lean more toward Ning Honglie's type.

“Fatty He, if you dare to deceive my Prince, watch out or your head will bloom like a flower.” Liu Bing, the guard beside Prince Xuan, was the complete opposite of her master. She had a natural ice-cold face, and one could rarely see a smile on it throughout the four seasons. She was currently speaking to the fat bastard, whose facial muscles were nearly stiff from his shameless, forced smiling.

“I wouldn't dare, even if I had ten thousand times the courage of a dog,” Fatty He laughed even harder. “That five-year-old boy who burned my clothes in public is truly a fire-element mage who has already reached the fourth stage. This matter is absolutely true.”

Chu Yunluo heard their conversation clearly.

So, they were all coming for little Yu Yu, who had shown off his skills today.

If she had known, she shouldn't have done something so conspicuous...

Ning Honglie, beside her, must have heard it clearly as well, as he was repeatedly casting complex glances her way.

“Brother, if you've heard enough, let's go down.”

Reaching out, Chu Yunluo patted Ning Honglie's shoulder and was the first to descend from the tree, offering him a strange smile.

Ning Honglie felt a sudden tightness in his nose; the place where she had patted him seemed to throb with a severe, numb pain.

“Why did you strike me?”

He was quite puzzled. Why did this woman never act according to convention?

“You heard the purpose of that crowd. As a weak woman, I certainly cannot deal with them, so you must do me this favor and drive them away. I will give you the antidote myself,” Chu Yunluo said with a straight face, feeling not at all that poisoning him was anything shameless.

“Given the ruthlessness you showed in poisoning me, can you really call yourself a weak woman...”

Ning Honglie shook his head with a bitter smile. Since she still wanted him to repel this crowd, she likely wouldn't have used a poison that would cause him to lose his cultivation.