AWB Chapter 275 A man disguised as a woman
Chapter 275 A man disguised as a woman
Zhong Hanshang raised his eyes to meet the Shadow Demon Lord's gaze, his eyes flashing with a cold light like a sword, and his spiritual power surged silently around him.
Do you really think he's afraid of this so-called Demon Lord?
hypocritical.
Despite being ruthless and vicious at heart, he pretends to be gentle and harmless in front of his junior sister.
What's even more ridiculous is that the dignified Demon Lord follows her around all day, his obsequious manner simply...
"The fire is long, the fire is short."
Zhong Hanshang's knuckles turned white from clenching his fists, unaware of the bitterness surging in his heart.
In all the years they've known each other, he had never called her that so affectionately.
Just as he was brooding, his sleeve was suddenly tugged gently.
As he looked up, he met Gao Huohuo's gaze, which was as bright as the moon.
His amber pupils were so clear that they reflected his slightly startled expression.
He hastily looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily, and the pent-up frustration in his chest inexplicably dissipated.
"Senior Brother Zhong? I'm asking you a question."
Gao Huohuo tilted her head, her fingertips still hooking onto his snow-white sleeve.
Zhong Hanshang then realized he had been daydreaming, and his ears felt slightly hot: "Whatever you say, I'll do it."
With a loud crash, the teacup in Ying's hand slammed onto the stone table.
He stared at Zhong Hanshang in disbelief, his sword-like eyebrows almost flying into his temples.
This guy usually has a cold face to everyone, but how come he's like he's been bewitched when he's around Gao Huohuo?
Although he usually grants Gao Huohuo's every request, they are still in a cooperative relationship, and he also has his own plans.
I've heard that Zhong Hanshang is also a prodigy of the human race. What is he after?
Is it because Gao Huohuo is beautiful, or because she's strong enough to fight?
They were just discussing a plan to have Zhong Hanshang disguise himself as a woman and infiltrate the Demon Clan!
"Change to this set."
Ying suddenly curled her lips into a wicked smile and flung a crimson gauze dress out of her storage bag.
The light fabric spread out in the air, revealing a strapless design with large embroidered peonies, and pearls strung with gold thread shimmered with an ambiguous halo at the neckline.
Zhong Hanshang's pupils constricted sharply, and he grabbed the dress that was about to smear his face: "Ying, you're asking for death!"
"Fire, look..." Ying took the opportunity to lean close to the girl's ear, deliberately amplifying her breath so that all three of them could hear it.
"Some people promise you something one minute and then go back on their word the next. Forget it, I'll just find you a new demonic cultivator."
"Senior Brother Zhong~"
Gao Huohuo suddenly grabbed the tassel at the end of his sword tassel, her eyelashes trembling like a startled butterfly.
"What you just said... doesn't count anymore?" She deliberately softened her voice, the last syllable like a hook dipped in honey.
"Ugh—" Ying suddenly covered her face. "Gao Huohuo, be normal! Just be yourself."
He rubbed the bristling hairs on his arms, looking just like a hyena trying to wink at someone!
Zhong Hanshang remained frozen in place.
The warmth of the girl's palm emanated through the sword tassel, reminding him of their first meeting in the river cave, where they had encountered each other because of an invisibility talisman.
"...Give me the clothes." He suddenly reached out.
Ying's expression cracked.
When a tall, slender "beauty" emerged from behind the screen, Gao Huohuo scattered the melon seeds he was holding all over the floor.
Her crimson skirt cascaded down like a flowing sunset, yet the man wore a cold, aloof expression, which only served to accentuate the alluring beauty mark that had just been applied to the corner of his eye.
Gao Huohuo circled Zhong Hanshang three times, then suddenly reached out and hooked his chin: "Young lady, are you engaged?"
"High! Fire! Fire!" Zhong Hanshang squeezed out the three words through gritted teeth, his ear tips turning bright red.
He instinctively tried to slap away the mischievous hand, but abruptly withdrew his strength when he touched her fingertips, finally only lightly brushing her wrist—as if it had been scorched by fire.
Ying suddenly sneered, "Beautiful as it is..." He reached out to tug at the pearl collar, "but I wonder..."
A flash of cold light! Zhong Hanshang's sword tip was pressed against Ying's throat, while Gao Huohuo's hand was firmly pressing down on Ying's wrist.
As the three remained locked in a stalemate, the girl suddenly tiptoed closer to Zhong Hanshang's neck and sniffed lightly: "Senior brother, you've even changed the incense?"
The warm breath brushed against his bare collarbone, startling the longsword so much that it clattered to the ground.
These two are really something, they'll fight each other whenever they get the chance.
She always has to find a way to mediate. I really don't know if letting Zhong Hanshang stay in the Demon Clan was the right or wrong thing to do.
As dusk deepened, the three arrived at the passage between the two worlds.
Zhong Hanshang was dressed as a young girl, but the jade belt around her waist still maintained the neat and tidy binding method unique to sword cultivators;
Gao Huohuo then transformed into a lively-looking female cultivator in red, with golden bells in her hair jingling as she turned her head.
Ying looked down at her newly muscular body, her large, bell-like eyes filled with disdain:
"Did you really have to give me this vulgar appearance?" He poked his bulging biceps. "This aesthetic is an insult to me..."
"Shh-"
"Demon Lord, your voice is now worse than a broken gong."
The twilight gilded Gao Huohuo's silhouette, and his wide sleeves fluttered in the wind like a waving battle flag.
"Senior Brother Zhong~" She suddenly turned around, the golden bells in her hair jingling crisply, "I'll trouble you to be the bait~"
Before he could respond, Gao Huohuo suddenly pushed him down with a palm strike.
"If the Demon Lord shows up later..."
Gao Huohuo suddenly gripped Ying's sleeve tightly, a seriousness he had never seen before flashing in his eyes. "Take Senior Brother Zhong and go first."
"Why?" Ying narrowed her eyes. "You're the one with the lowest cultivation level."
"He can't be harmed because I stayed in the Demon Realm." She released her grip, the lingering warmth on her fingertips instantly dissipated by the wind.
"Besides, I am capable of protecting myself, so you don't need to worry."
"Seize that human female cultivator!" The demonic cultivator's roar ripped through the silence of the valley.
Gao Huohuo swooped down from mid-air, her wide red sleeves fluttering in the wind like a burning flame.
"Take this!" She struck out with her palm, the wind from which carried fierce spiritual power, sending the demonic cultivator who was chasing her the closest flying several feet away.
"Junior sister, run!" She deliberately raised her voice, her tone carrying an exaggerated sense of tragedy.
"Go find our senior sister quickly! You must get her back to the human race safely!"
As she spoke, she winked at Zhong Hanshang, her eyes full of mischievous slyness.
"Want to leave? Not so easy!" Shadow's rough voice suddenly rang out.
His imposing figure descended from the sky, crashing heavily in front of the two men, causing the ground to tremble three times.
A ferocious smile appeared on his rugged face: "If I hand you over to the Demon Lord, I'll have done a great service!"
Zhong Hanshang's eyes narrowed, and he thrust out his long sword like a venomous snake.
"Clang—" The sword's edge grazed Ying's neck, severing a few strands of hair.
"Are you crazy?!" Shadow transmitted his voice in the instant they passed each other, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Didn't we agree to act?"
"Just a friendly spar," Zhong Hanshang replied expressionlessly, but his swordplay became even more ferocious.
Each sword strike aimed directly at a vital point, forcing Ying to fight back with all her might.
Gao Huohuo, who was being besieged by five or six demonic cultivators in the distance, still had the leisure to sneak a peek in their direction.