Chapter 82: She Would Kill (Part Two)
“Can I ask another favor?” Fang Jie asked after a moment of silence.
“What is it?”
“One of my friends is living in Spring Breeze Inn. He is a unique man. He isn’t tall, but he is thin. Although he looks to be 50 years old, he is only more than 30 years old. He wouldn’t change his clothes in normal circumstances, and he is always in his dirty leather jacket. Please inform him that I’m still alive. If you can’t find him in the inn, you can inform Aunt Xi at Beckon of the Red Sleeve.”
“Alright.” Wu Yidao nodded. When he heard Beckon of the Red Sleeve, a light flashed in his eyes.
“Rest well; I will bring your friend here. Also, starting from yesterday morning, a female chiliarch of the Royal Guard has been searching through Chang’an with people as if she was possessed, and she didn’t stop after a full day. Is this related to you as well?”
“Yes!” Fang Jie nodded and said, “Can you please tell her that I’m fine as well?”
“Ok.” Wu Yidao stood up and got ready to leave. When he got to the door, he turned around and asked Fang Jie with a smile, “It seems like you haven’t thanked me yet.”
Fang Jie shook his head and said earnestly, “Such great gratitude can’t be expressed in words.”
Wu Yidao’s eyes lit up, and he smiled and nodded before leaving.
After exiting the room, Wu Yidao’s smile got brighter and brighter, and his steps became lighter and lighter.
In less than two hours, Da Quan came into Wu Yidao’s residence. Surprising to Fang Jie, the crippled old man and Mu Xiaoyao were here as well.
Mu Xiaoyao’s eyes were all red due to fatigue, and it made Fang Jie’s heart hurt a little.
After seeing Fang Jie who was lying on the bed, Da Quan’s expression froze for a second before he started chuckling.
Fang Jie nodded at him, telling him that he was fine. However, the deep guilt in Da Quan’s eyes poked Fang Jie’s heart like a needle.
The crippled old man didn’t say anything; he sat down on the chair and started to drink. Perhaps he didn’t even know that he looked much more relaxed.
Since Fang Jie disappeared, he wasn’t able to sleep well. For some reason, he was getting anxious because of Fang Jie, a wastrel who he thought he didn’t like.
“Sister Xiaoyao,” Fang Jie called out to Mu Xiaoyao and praised sweetly, “You look beautiful in the flying-fish robe of the Royal Guard.”
The flying-fish robe was solemn. It wasn’t as sexy as her red dress and didn’t show her alluring long legs, but Fang Jie found it gorgeous on her.
Mu Xiaoyao was silent, but her slender hands that were outside the sleeves were shaking a little.
“Please don’t take it off, ok?” Fang Jie asked in a begging tone, “I know that you feel terrible about this incident, and I know that you made up your mind and would take off the flying-fish robe to guard me after finding me, but… Sister Xiaoyao, you can’t only do things for me. You need to think about yourself as well. Mr. Zhuo is the most suitable teacher for you; your cultivation strength will skyrocket under his guidance.”
After he said that, the crippled old man who was drinking liquor on the side snorted.
Fang Jie smiled awkwardly and said to the crippled old man, “Senior, please don’t get angry. I’m not disrespecting you.”
The crippled old man said coldly, “If I didn’t know that guy with the last name of Zhuo is a better teacher for Xiaoyao, do you think I wouldn’t do anything after my disciple got robbed from me? After he returned to Chang’an, he didn’t even leave the Royal Guard; he is afraid of running into me.”
“Senior, you are dominating!” Fang Jie flattered the crippled old man before turning to Mu Xiaoyao. He said in a gentle voice, “Promise me, ok?”
After a long silence, Mu Xiaoyao nodded and said, “I will try my best to learn everything from Mr. Zhuo.”
Fang Jie nodded and smiled wholeheartedly.
While looking at these people in front of him, Fang Jie opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he hesitated.