Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 92: A man who makes a woman laugh will eventually lose to a man who makes a woman cry
If the culture of the cultivation world is terrible.
The so-called interviewers who are influenced by this culture are far from being terrible.
At this moment, Wang Chen was squinting his eyes, looking at Zhuang Youyou who was leisurely and contented in front of him.
"Do you usually wear like this?" Zhuang Youyou looked around with her beautiful eyes, seemingly asking casually.
"What do you mean by this?" Wang Chen subconsciously looked at his ordinary cultivator's clothes, which were new and had no peculiar smell.
"I mean, why don't you wear something nicer?" Zhuang Youyou acted concerned.
"No spiritual stones."
Facing increasingly stupid questions? Wang Chen just wanted to get rid of Zhuang Youyou as soon as possible.
"Oh... I don't know what it feels like to be poor, but I always feel that poor people must be very happy." Zhuang Youyou looked curious.
Wang Chen tilted his head and looked at Zhuang Youyou who was deeply immersed in the role.
"Although I am rich, do you think I am happy?" Zhuang Youyou asked.
"I guess you don't have the answer, because the happiness of rich people is unimaginable for poor people like you." Zhuang Youyou looked proud.
Wang Chen's eyes became dim and he suddenly wanted to kidnap this woman and blackmail her family.
"Look at the way you're dressed. You look so poor. I'm afraid you've never seen the upper class." Zhuang Youyou continued to chuckle.
"You make it sound like it's about how you dress?" Wang Chen raised his eyebrows, feeling somewhat disgusted with this self-righteous woman.
This so-called interview is simply a one-man show by Zhuang Youyou.
The culture of the cultivation world is so terrible!
"Wearing such high leather boots in such hot weather, your feet will smell like salted fish when you take them off. Even the monsters will be suffocated. Why are you pretending to be a goddess?" Wang Chen sat on the chair, crossed her legs, and looked extremely arrogant.
Salted fish flavor?!
"You!" There was shame and anger in Zhuang Youyou's eyes, and the arrogant feeling just now disappeared in an instant. These words broke her bottom line.
call!
She kicked at him, but Wang Chen dodged easily.
"What? You want to suffocate me to death?" Wang Chen tried his best to stay away from those slender legs.
Zhuang Youyou is the daughter of the leader of Tianji Sect. She is beautiful and aloof. Wherever she goes, she is protected by everyone. How could she have seen such a scoundrel who said that her feet smelled vulgarly? She couldn't take off her boots and say, "Look, these are my feet that I wash with spiritual flowers every day. They smell delicious."
"I'm going to kill you!" Zhuang Youyou broke down emotionally, her eyes turned red.
"There are many people who want to kill me, who do you think you are?" Wang Chen dug his ears.
Zhuang Youyou felt that she had been interviewing for many years and had never encountered such a scoundrel. She felt extremely aggrieved and her eyes turned red.
Woo... Zhuang Youyou had tears in her eyes, but she held them back and didn't want to cry in front of Wang Chen, so she turned around.
Just took a few steps.
"Hello!" Wang Chen suddenly greeted.
"You are the best interviewer I have ever seen."
Zhuang Youyou's body trembled slightly and her heart was startled.
"Is he apologizing?"
"That despicable Jiba actually apologized?"
"Have you been influenced by me?"
Zhuang Youyou thought she had heard it wrong. She felt mixed emotions of sadness and joy. The endless grievances in her heart seemed to burst out and she was about to cry.
"Thank you!" Zhuang Youyou tried her best to be the best interviewer, and acted like a villain who was not easily affected by fame or disgrace.
"I'm just kidding!" Wang Chen said seriously.
"Wow..." Zhuang Youyou finally burst into tears and left crying.
"You must be happy!" Wang Chen waved goodbye to the tall figure.
This inexplicable meeting started with happiness and ended with happiness.
Zhuang Youyou held onto the wall and almost fell down.
"You're dead!" The two maids glared at Wang Chen fiercely, shouted "Miss" anxiously, and chased after him.
Seeing these three people disappear from sight. Wang Chen scratched his head.
Am I going a little too far?
"Never mind, maybe she just came here for awkward chat and now she's crying with satisfaction." Wang Chen felt relieved.
"Wang Chen, you will never find a wife in the future if you continue like this." Xiaoyao had a complicated expression.
"You know something. A man who makes a woman laugh will eventually lose to a man who makes a woman cry. Look how sad she is crying."
"I am successful." Wang Chen disagreed.
"Really?" Xiaoyao was suspicious.
"Absolutely true." Wang Chen nodded.
Glancing at Zhuang Youyou's distraught back, Wang Chen felt inexplicably soft-hearted, but thinking of the other party's vicious words just now, he felt that the two of them were just stabbing each other, and they were the same. The reason why he became the winner was just because of his thick skin... No, it was because of his strong mental defense.
Just as he was about to fly away on his sword, his pupils suddenly shrank.
A feeling of extreme danger swept past like a cold wind blowing from nowhere.
"Are there any other experts?"
It's an almost beastly instinct.
In an instant, countless images flashed through my mind.
In the distance, some mortals were watching and pointing.
The window sill on the building opposite looks tightly closed, but in fact there is a tiny gap. If you put your eyes close to the gap, you won't notice that someone is peeking.
At the corner of the alley, a man and a woman, two Qi Condensation cultivators, looked over here several times...
Sometimes Wang Chen himself couldn't explain why he could sense danger. He could only say that it was an intuition, an intuition that came from deep in the mountains, from fighting wits and courage with wild beasts all day long, and eventually becoming assimilated into the beasts.
There was no trace of that hint of danger. It could have come from thousands of feet away, or it could have come from...
Right beside you.
He has confidence in his instincts.
The true energy in his hand has already communicated with the Six Paths Sword, and the Sanskrit on the sword is flowing without a trace .
"The target is me? No..."
That fleeting flash of murderous intent was in the wrong direction.
Since I was arranged by Mr. Tian to be hunted down by the whole world, it is not surprising that others were arranged to be assassinated...
Boom!
Wang Chen's thoughts were as fast as lightning. The floor under his feet suddenly shattered, and he turned into a shadow and shot out!
The golden nanmu floor suddenly cracked and collapsed with the place where Wang Chen stepped on as the center. Wood powder flew up and turned into light smoke and dust, which was rolled into a small vortex by the strong wind brought by the high-speed running.
Then, the huge reaction force caused the broken wood chips to be shot out in the opposite direction of Wang Chen like steel needles.
The six swords in his hands were emitting surging sword energy, leaving a golden shadow along the way. In the blink of an eye, Wang Chen was already behind Zhuang Youyou.
"Ji Ba actually wants to kill Zhuang You You!"
Huang Song, who had been watching from a distance, suddenly stood up straight, unable to believe his eyes.
Zhuang Youyou, who was sobbing, turned her head in surprise, her still red eyes staring blankly at the dazzling golden light in front of her, which instantly filled her pupils.
Her father is the leader of one of the upper thirty-three sects.
He had met all the high-ranking figures from the thirty-three sects.
Banquets held by upper-class sects, gatherings of heroes in ranking battles, the capture of powerful dragons...what kind of scenes had she not seen? There was never a time when she was not the protagonist being held in the palm of the hand.
But she never imagined that someone would dare to stab her with such a cruel and decisive sword in public.
It was as if she had not expected that just a few breaths ago, someone would dare to speak ill of her and make her cry.
