Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

"Um……"

Long Xiaoyun leaned against the soft couch, feeling uncomfortable beneath her, unlike the softness of sleeping at home with three layers of soft mattresses. She hummed softly, but stopped herself in time. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she opened her eyes a crack, secretly scanning her surroundings.

He was lying in a clean and elegantly decorated room. However, the room was too clean and looked lifeless. Apart from the necessary tables, chairs and vases, there were no other paintings or calligraphy. Even the screen was the most ordinary kind, the kind he would never have given a second glance to on a normal day.

There were three figures behind the screen. Judging from their voices, they were sitting at a table drinking.

Long Xiaoyun thought for a moment, rubbed his chest, and realized that all his clothes had been taken off. He jumped up in shock, only to see his clothes, or rather, his specially crafted, priceless life-saving armor, hanging to one side, while his hidden weapons were neatly arranged on the ground.

Flying needles hidden in hair, colorless throwing knives pasted behind temples, small shooting stars hidden in sleeves, shuttle darts, sleeve arrows strapped to arms, whistling arrows that can be launched from the leg with a bend and lift, daggers hidden in shoes...

Most importantly, you need a "tight-backed, head-down crossbow" that fits your body size, can be carried on your waist, and can be triggered when you bend over!

These were all "smooth little combos" that Wei Wu had designed for him, and he even gave them some nice names: the sleeve arrow shot when raising his arm was called "Hero", the sharp blade thrust out from under his elbow when bowing was called "Disrespect", the little meteor that swung out when flicking his sleeve was called "So be it", the whistling scream when raising his leg was called "Wait a minute", and the three crossbow bolts shot out from his back when he knelt and bowed were called "Spare my life".

To paraphrase Wei Wu, all those who roam the world seek nothing more than fame and fortune. But whether they are people who crave fame or greedy for fortune, they all have something to ask for. All they need to do is state their conditions and beg for mercy, or elevate the other party's reputation. Even seasoned veterans will feel a moment of triumph, or at the very least, they will back down.

At this point, as long as he acts well-behaved, normal people will lower their guard.

These hidden weapons then found a use.

Long Xiaoyun tried it many times, and as Wei Wu had said, he was successful in everything he did. Therefore, while he resented Wei Wu, he was also quite wary of him.

Of course, it wouldn't be appropriate to try and teach him these things.

Long Xiaoyun tried to move his body, and apart from some soreness on one side, it didn't prevent him from getting up.

He struggled to get up and put on his clothes—a thin undershirt that had been placed aside, a pair of plain straight-leg trousers, and snow-white wide socks.

After fastening all the straps, Long Xiaoyun immediately looked at the soft armor hanging there, and then looked down at the hidden weapons lined up on the ground.

After hesitating for a long time, he still didn't put on the soft armor, nor did he bend down to get the hidden weapon. Instead, he slipped on his shoes and walked towards the screen.

Three people were sitting behind the screen.

The first person, and the one everyone would look at first, was a tall man with messy hair and unkempt clothes, who looked like an ordinary, unkempt middle-aged drunkard.

He was handsome, and even though his eyes were covered with wrinkles, these fine wrinkles did not make him look old. Instead, they gave him a sense of vicissitude and melancholy, making people feel a sense of awe when they saw him, and making them wonder what kind of suffering and torment this man had endured.

His eyes were bright, like two pieces of emerald green glass sparkling, or like a pool of water rippling in spring, always covered with a layer of green algae, making people feel the joy of life itself.

But his face was very pale. Even though he had drunk alcohol and there was a smear of alcohol on his face, he still looked very haggard and sickly, like a clay doll that would break at the slightest touch.

The second man had a full beard and a burly build like an iron tower. He sat there steadily, like a wall blocking behind a screen.

Strangely, this tall and strong man, sitting on the table, was like a shadow, always making people subconsciously ignore him. He was as silent as Sha Wujing in the Journey to the West team, and you could find very few words in the whole book, only appearing at crucial moments.

Long Xiaoyun sensed a strong sense of danger emanating from this man, especially when he walked past the screen and the man cast a hawk-like scrutiny at him, a terrifying gaze that made him freeze in place.

But when it landed on the first man, it immediately softened and became full of loyal tenderness, reminding Long Xiaoyun of a loyal dog she once owned, which had looked at her in the same way.

Unfortunately, he killed the dog when he was ten years old.

reason?

I was in a bad mood that day, so I killed him.

Perhaps startled by the second person's gaze, Long Xiaoyun looked at the third person.

The third person was completely out of place with the first two, and even with the tidy room—he was wearing a tattered blue robe, which made Long Xiaoyun think he was a beggar. What was even more repulsive was that his messy body was covered in shiny oil stains, and there was even a layer of grime between his fingers!

This person... no, this should be a beggar!

Why would those two drink at the same table with such a dirty person? Don't they feel disgusted?

Long Xiaoyun felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

But this man was the only one who wasn't attracted to Long Xiaoyun; his eyes were only on the wine.

He picked up the empty wine bowl, hurriedly poured a bowl of wine, and then gulped it down into his mouth. He then stopped moving and breathing, remaining motionless like a wooden statue.

Long Xiaoyun stared at him intently. Perhaps four breaths had passed, perhaps eight breaths, or perhaps longer, before a blush rose on the man's face, and he exhaled a long breath of alcohol.

Long Xiaoyun also relaxed her breathing.

He was completely mesmerized!

He swallowed hard, and his feet, which had been standing by the screen, had somehow retracted. Even though the three of them were in the candlelight, he still felt like he had fallen into the hands of thieves.

"Little brother, you're awake? Would you like some water?"

The first man was gentle. While speaking, he poured Long Xiaoyun a bowl of hot water, politely covered his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed twice, and gave her an apologetic look.

"Thank you, sir." Long Xiaoyun feigned surprise and took the bowl with both hands. Before she could even drink it, she heard the man drinking mockingly say:

"What an ignorant fool!"

Mr. Mei saved you without accepting your consultation fee, and you didn't even thank him;

Li Tanhua paid your medical fee and asked Mr. Mei Er to save you, but you didn't even thank him;

This guy found you, rescued you from the snowdrift, took off your clothes and wiped you down, and took care of you for half the night, and you didn't even thank him.

Instead, you offered me a bowl of water?

Hey! Someone like you should be drinking urine!

Mr. Mei seemed to be drunk, but what he said was not drunken talk; it was his true feelings.

Long Xiaoyun's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He quickly thanked everyone, bowl in hand. His bowed head seemed genuinely remorseful, but only he knew that he truly regretted it.

He regretted not wearing the "Spare Me" sign!