Wan Lei forcefully suppressed the urge to slap the old man to death, gritting his teeth.
"Then tell me, where is that Li Mei Xian?"
"How would I know where he is?"
The old man, oblivious to the anger of the person beside him, continued to pour himself drinks.
At that moment, a donkey outside snorted and spat out the dry grass in its mouth. It was unclear whether it was expressing disdain for the old man's actions or whether, having grown accustomed to fresh crops, it felt that dry grass was an insult to its nobility.
Wan Lei took a deep breath, once again suppressing his anger, and put on a genial smile. He then shouted to the waiter in the hall,
"Waiter, kill that donkey outside. I, this young master, want donkey meat burgers today."
As soon as he said this, before the waiter could even respond, the donkey named Muzi outside was the first to protest. It kicked its legs and brayed incessantly.
While it was honored to be tied to a hitching post, able to be tethered with tall and strong horses, and to exchange flirtatious glances with the attractive mare beside it, ascending to the pinnacle of donkey life, it did not mean that it was willing to be made into a burger.
Its great donkey life had just begun, and it hadn't even won over the mare next to it. How could it end like this?
"Hey, hey, hey, little friend, don't be in such a hurry. I don't know where he is, but that doesn't mean I can't find him. Donkeys are so cute, how can you eat them?"
"Then tell me, where should I look for him?"
"There are only a few places he usually goes. Search them one by one, and you're sure to find him."
"Doesn't he have a fixed residence?"
"Heh, look at what you're saying. If he had a fixed residence, would he still be called a carefree wanderer? He'd be a settled recluse.
Don't rush, search slowly, you'll find him eventually. The martial arts大会 is still a year away, isn't it?"
"A year? You mean, I have to stay here for another year?"
"Theoretically, yes."
"..."
"Come, come, eat meat, drink wine."
"Perhaps I'll just have the burger then."
"Donkeys are so cute. If you eat the donkey, do you expect me to ride you to travel from now on?"
Wan Lei sighed, took a drink, picked up his chopsticks, tasted the meat, and found it to be quite good. He then ordered a few more dishes.
Unlike Wan Lei, Fang Xiaoyu and the little Daoist priest Tian Suanzi weren't interested in alcohol but preferred all sorts of delicacies, perhaps a lingering side effect from being starved in the Golden Immortal secret realm.
Moreover, neither of them got fat from eating, which was quite annoying.
As Wan Lei ate, he kept glancing outside. The more he looked at the donkey outside, the more it resembled a burger, making the little donkey's fur stand on end. It quietly hid behind the mare.
Just as Wan Lei was considering whether to persuade the old man to have a burger, a carriage suddenly drove onto the road outside.
The carriage was extremely luxurious and ornate. The materials used to craft the carriage alone, along with the accessories it bore, indicated that the carriage was not cheap.
The four matching white steeds pulling the carriage, as well as the twenty sharp-eyed knights following behind the carriage, all showcased the noble status of the carriage's owner.
The carriage curtain was lifted, and a fair-faced young man in pink robes stepped out. He first extended a delicate finger, gently tucking a lock of hair from his temple behind his ear. Then, he took out a small mirror and a powder puff from his怀, and lightly patted his cheeks in front of the mirror.
Next, a young man in white robes stepped out of the carriage. His appearance was not unpleasant, but he lacked the effeminate air of the young man who had just exited. Instead, there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and his face was somewhat pale, as if from chronic excessive indulgence.
"Oh dear, young master, look, my makeup is a little smudged."
Seeing that the young man in white had also gotten out, the young man with the pink face quickly put away his mirror and powder puff, grabbed the young man's arm, and began to act spoiled.
His alluring red lips, his slightly furrowed brows, and his delicate, pitiable, and fragile demeanor made Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu's hearts…
Feel disgusted!
This turned out to be a man?
"Alas, if the makeup is smudged, it can be reapplied. We've had a tiring journey, so let's rest here for today. I've had the wine from Meihua Wu before, and it was truly authentic. Come, I'll take you to drink.
After drinking, there will be more intimacy in bed."
"Oh, young master, you're so naughty~"
Watching the two of them enter, arm in arm, Wan Lei suddenly felt that the food on the table had lost its appeal, and he had no appetite.
The young master, hugging his "little beauty," entered Meihua Wu. He first scanned the hall, and soon, his gaze landed on Wan Lei.
Then, a series of fluid movements followed.
The young master pushed away the little beauty in his arms, flirtatiously brushed his sleeves, and with a snap, opened his fan, fanning himself gently.
It was unclear why, in this chilly early spring, he felt so hot.
Was it a fever?
"This young master is so handsome. I am Xi Ren Duan Xiang. May I know your esteemed name?"
The young master walked provocatively to Wan Lei's table, placing one foot on a stool. His gaze towards Wan Lei was greedy, lecherous, and desirous…
To Young Master Lei, Xi Ren Duan Xiang at this moment felt as if he had been served a plate of feces right in his face.
Forcibly suppressing the urge to explode, Young Master Lei took a deep breath, channeled his energy to his dantian, and bellowed with full confidence,
"Get lost!"
"Oh, what a spirited little horse. I like it. Looking at your face, tsk tsk tsk, you truly have a face that brings prosperity to a husband. If I were to take you into my chambers, not to mention your fiery temper, just that prosperous face alone could make my luck skyrocket.
Alright, I'm a straightforward person. Name your price. How much will it cost for you to come with me."
Seeing Wan Lei with a black line across his forehead and his teeth almost ground to dust, Fang Xiaoyu smiled like a flower, unable to close her mouth, almost urging Wan Lei to just go with it.
This was not the first time something like this had happened. Back in the prison of the Golden Immortal secret realm, there was a jailer who had taken a liking to Wan Lei, but before he could enjoy himself, Wan Lei had simply beaten him to death.
For a long time, Wan Lei had always acted with principles. If an enemy provoked him, unless it was a life-and-death feud, he generally wouldn't kill them. At most, he would rob them.
But he had a sensitive spot: if anyone dared to covet Fang Xiaoyu, that person would surely die. Fang Xiaoyu was the person Wan Lei cherished the most. Anyone, even with just a thought, deserved death.
However, compared to men who lusted after little sister Xiaoyu's body, Wan Lei hated another type of person even more, and would kill them on sight.
That was…
Men who lusted after his own body.
Young Master Lei!
No gay relationships!!!
"Young master~"
Seeing that her own young master had taken a liking to another man, the young man with the pink face pouted, ran to the young man in white, grabbed his arm, and began to whine persistently.
But now that the young master had found a new spirited horse, how could he still fancy such "commonplace beauty"?