Chapter 1659 - 27: Fang Che and Yan Beihan

Chapter 1659: Chapter 27: Fang Che and Yan Beihan

Fang Che’s heart skipped a beat.

Oh no.

He hurriedly said, "At that time, it was because I was immature and reckless, I was just bragging."

Yan Beihan tilted her head: "Oh?"

"Actually, my looks are quite ordinary... not as distinctive as they are now."

Fang Che put on a sincere expression and said, "I’m the type of person with a face that gets lost in the crowd... and that’s the main reason why, despite so many people hunting me, I’ve always been able to stay safe."

Yan Beihan had a look of sudden realization: "Because no one would expect the renowned Yemo to look so average, so you managed to avoid many pursuits?"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

Fang Che chuckled foolishly, "That’s right, it’s just... I really can’t live up to being described as renowned."

Yan Beihan smiled faintly.

Only now did she feel that the blood energy from rushing travel had finally calmed down.

Even she couldn’t understand why she had pushed herself to move so fast.

After seeing Fang Che, she felt a sense of regret arise.

One has to admit that Fang Che’s current appearance as Yemo really isn’t as pleasing to the eye as his original looks...

Her phoenix eyes glared at Fang Che for a moment, Yan Beihan moved her steps, and said, "Come over and take a seat."

She walked towards a few flat rocks in the vicinity.

Fang Che hurriedly rushed over first, and obsequiously waved his sleeve, wiping all the dust off the stones until they were clean, then took two clean clothes out of his Space Ring to lay down.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Yan."

Fang Che’s intention was to show Yan Beihan that he now had a Space Ring.

So that in the future when she gives him things, she wouldn’t have to worry about him having no way to carry them away, and could provide them in large quantities.

However, Yan Beihan didn’t consider this at all, she only felt Yemo’s thoughtfulness.

She couldn’t help but feel a sweetness in her heart.

She sat down slowly, her heart delighted, but said lightly: "Lord Night Demon seems to often go out with girls. You’re so practiced at pleasing them."

Fang Che stared: Please girls? When have I ever pleased girls?

Looking at the clothes on the rock, is she talking about this?

Oh, geez, have I... already been defined as a simp by you?

He scratched his head, smiling obsequiously, "Mr. Yan is a noble of divine origin, with fair beauty and pure elegance, beyond the ordinary, untouched by worldly dust; this big rock being sat on by Mr. Yan is a blessing for the rock itself, how can it dirty your clothes..."

Yan Beihan sat comfortably, saying, "Well said, what girl wouldn’t like to hear these words? It seems Lord Night Demon has a way with women."

Fang Che felt helpless in his heart.

Weren’t you here to deliver something? Why start talking about my love life?

"Mr. Yan jests, this is the first time for me... over the years, with the pursuit on the Jianghu, rough meals and sleeping in the open, where would I find the chance to please girls?"

Fang Che showed a weathered look, speaking somewhat nostalgically.

Yan Beihan turned her bright eyes to look at him, "Oh? You still don’t have a few close female friends by now? I thought you’d already have a harem."

Fang Che looked aggrieved: "I am still single to this day... what good girl would take a liking to me... Last time at the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower, I already reported this to Mr. Yan..."

The implication being, wasn’t this topic already discussed last time? Why bring veiled hints into it again now.

Yan Beihan’s eyes flashed with a bit of discomfort: "Still single? Really?"

"Really, it couldn’t be more true."

Fang Che spoke with a serious face: "I swear, since meeting Mr. Yan, I’ve never told a single lie."

"Pfft..."

Yan Beihan couldn’t help but laugh out loud: "Hahahaha..."

But once she stopped laughing, her face turned cold, saying faintly: "Yes, not a single lie, Night Demon, you’re quite a talent indeed."

"Hehe."

Yan Beihan suddenly felt a surge of inexplicable anger.

She patted the rock next to her, saying: "Sit!"

"I dare not. Standing is fine, my lord."

"I said sit, so sit!"

Yan Beihan lost her temper, her brows furrowed deeply.

Thinking to herself, you share a bed with your wife every night, and you still hesitate to sit next to me on a rock!?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated she felt, and her expression grew colder.

Fang Che couldn’t understand why this lady suddenly got angry again, lamenting inwardly, indeed, women are incomprehensible creatures.

Clearly chatting happily, and then it turns into confrontation.

Simply...

Unbearable.

He could only cautiously sit down, cautiously; letting only a small portion of his posterior lightly touch the stone, deliberately keeping his body stiff, with a significant distance from Yan Beihan, aiming for a look of deep reverence and awe.

As a sect’s Little Demon subordinate, encountering such a noble, it was only proper to be lowly and constrained.

Doing so, there’s nothing wrong.

Seeing him fearfully keeping his distance, Yan Beihan’s expression turned increasingly frigid.

Her voice also grew colder: "What is your cultivation level now?"

"Monarch Level... Sixth Rank? About to break through."

Fang Che could only smell a faint fragrance wafting in. He couldn’t help his wandering thoughts. Ah, right now, I... really can’t stand the scent of a woman...

He wondered what Ye Meng was doing at home right now... Fang Che couldn’t help... thus he squeezed his legs tight again, moving his body even farther away from Yan Beihan.

But Yan Beihan was upwind, and the wind brought continuous waves of fragrance into his nose; it was impossible not to smell.

A strand of hair drifted, hair flowing, like willow branches dancing in the air in his peripheral vision.

This reminded him of the times Ye Meng was on him, her hair floating across his face...