novelhk Chapter 6 No good banquet, you should kill yourself.
Chapter 6 No good banquet, you should kill yourself.
The dancer in blue had a breathtakingly beautiful body, without a single flaw. Although her face was covered by a veil, her figure alone was enough to outshine all the other women in the room.
She outshone all others; that's all there is to it.
Seemingly hearing Wei Wu's murmurs, the dancer's smile widened, as if greatly encouraged. Her eyes, hidden beneath her veil, reflected Wei Wu's image, and her ardent gaze made it seem as if she regarded Wei Wu as her lover.
But when her gaze fell on the maid beside her, her eager look instantly chilled her like the snow falling outside.
She has a quirk: she can chat happily with any man in the world who has any distinguishing characteristics, but she will never show the slightest bit of intimacy to any woman.
Therefore, Wei Wu's eyes met the dancer's, and he suddenly laughed. The intoxication that had clouded his vision faded, and the light seemed to ripple like clear waves. He grabbed the maid who was pouring wine next to him, roughly rubbing her shoulders with his palm. With his other hand, he picked up the warm green ant wine, took a small sip, and then threw it on the table.
The golden goblet landed steadily on the table. "Pour the wine."
The maid was held tightly in his arms, unable to move. Fear appeared on her delicate face, her pale face was bloodless, and her slender body trembled.
Suddenly, the dancer took a step forward, her slender waist arching forward, and she was right next to Wei Wu. Following a smooth arc, she pulled back her waist, her right hip swaying forward and bobbing up and down. Silver chains and bright pearls swayed on her snow-white waist and abdomen.
As the music swelled, the dancer's long skirt suddenly rippled like waves. With a kick of her long leg, her jade-like foot revealed a slender calf, as white as jade, before disappearing beneath the skirt. Her two beautiful legs, like white jade chopsticks, appeared and disappeared between the dance steps and the hem of her skirt.
At this moment, Wei Wu was very close to her. Her stunning figure was alluring and seductive. A fragrant breeze wafted towards him, and the hem of her skirt brushed against his face like waves. He couldn't help but let go of the maid and reach out to grab the dancer.
"Giggle..."
The dancer chuckled softly. When she laughed, her eyes always narrowed like a fox's, and those eyes were like fishing lines, easily hooking a man's heart. However, at this moment, others could not see her eyes, but could only hear her laughter.
Even just hearing that charming laughter still evokes a strong sense of anticipation, as if the laughter itself is more exhilarating than the newly brewed wine on the red-hot stove.
With a slight turn, she dodged Wei Wu's outstretched hand. Suddenly, her bare foot, smeared with pink flower juice, kicked the maid in the face, leaving a mark on her cheek and sending the maid far away from Wei Wu.
She held nothing back, so the maid didn't even have time to scream before she crashed into the wall with a thud. By the time she fell, she was already unconscious.
The dancer twisted her waist again, dodging Wei Wu's hand that was grabbing her jade feet. She moved as lightly as a butterfly, circling around Wei Wu, as if she had come specifically to kick away the maid.
Even more outrageous, she swiftly snatched the half-empty golden goblet from the table with her delicate hand, then leaned back slightly, opened her arms, and clamped the goblet between her legs.
The wine glass remained still, its surface shimmering mysteriously in the candlelight and pearlescent glow.
Wei Wu's mouth went dry as he watched, and he stood up as if drunk, wanting to pull the dancer into his arms.
But the dancer in blue was incredibly nimble; with a sweet laugh, she gracefully took a step and left his side with the wine glass between her fingers.
The music stopped at that moment.
The dancer stopped opposite Wei Wu with her arms outstretched. With a flick of her shoulders, she tossed the goblet into the air. As it landed, she slightly raised her chin, revealing her red lips. Her bright red tongue touched the bottom of the golden goblet, and with a flick of her wrist, she sent the goblet spinning in mid-air. The wine flowed down her throat like a thread, and she drank it all in one gulp.
The dancer licked her lips coquettishly. Through the pale blue veil, a faint smile could be seen on her face. The curve of her lips was full of charm and provocation. With light steps, she leaned softly against Wei Wu, throwing herself at him.
Wei Wu swept the dancer into his arms, spun around and sat down. The dancer flew up and landed on his lap when she came to a stop. Their gazes met through the veil, their intense eyes locked together, so hot that even the air seemed to distort.
Such a beautiful atmosphere makes one think of only one thing.
Something that cannot be described in detail, yet it leaps off the page.
But some people, "completely lacking in romance," stood up, raised their glasses, and laughed loudly, "Hahaha, congratulations, Brother Wei, on winning the heart of your beauty!"
Wei Wu's drooping eyelids lifted, and his burning gaze began to cool as it moved away from the dancer's face. By the time it landed on Qin Xiaoyi's face, it felt like two knives made of ice and snow were stabbing into his face.
Qin Xiaoyi's face flushed a deep purplish-red, his smile becoming extremely unnatural. A mixture of annoyance and panic mingled with his expression. He hurriedly drank the wine, stammering, "I can't hold my liquor. I've said too much, too much..."
Perhaps due to excessive nervousness, he couldn't even hold onto the golden goblet in his hand, and it slipped from his fingertips.
It landed on the table with a "thud!"
Upon receiving the signal, the maids playing music and serving dishes seemed to come alive from the background, drawing weapons from under their instruments and skirts and thrusting them at Wei Wu.
Qin Xiaoyi's face was no longer panicked. His purple face and long beard, which seemed to be loyal and righteous, were filled with resentment and malice. His loud laughter was tinged with a bit of pleasure: "You surnamed Wei, do you still have any strength left?"
A small red clay stove, perfect for brewing a potent liquor!
Hahaha--"
Before his laughter had even subsided, the short daggers of more than a dozen assassins were already close to Wei Wu, while from beneath more than a dozen slender arms, various flying needles, small sleeve darts, and steel needles gleaming with blue-purple light shot towards Wei Wu at all sorts of incredible and unpredictable angles.
Exceptionally fast, exceptionally accurate.
Moreover, it's incredibly powerful.
Even seasoned veterans would die in regret if faced with this situation.
Therefore, Qin Xiaoyi firmly believed that Wei Wu would not survive, and impatiently revealed everything.
But "accidents" have always been the main theme of the martial arts world.
Wei Wu didn't move an inch. The dancer lifted her leg from under her skirt, and a blue, crystalline, and chilling light flashed in mid-air. The seven or eight maids who had surrounded him and the dozen or so musicians on the outside all collapsed limply to the ground, without even having time to let out a scream.
They had no visible injuries, except for two bright red spots of blood on their throats, as if they had been stung by scorpions.
Although the dancer's clothes were tight, her skirt was very long, which made her look somewhat ethereal and made her even more beautiful.
Now lying in Wei Wu's arms, with just a twist of her leg, she killed more than a dozen assassins on the spot, without even being able to see her weapon. It was truly terrifying.
But what terrified Qin Xiaoyi even more was Wei Wu's hand.
He kept his eyes fixed on Wei Wu, trying to see regret, fear, and despair on Wei Wu's face, but he saw nothing.
All that was seen was Wei Wu twitching his shoulder, and all sorts of tricky and vicious hidden weapons disappeared into the air. With a flick of his sleeve, they landed neatly on the table in front of him with a "thud".
Seventeen different types of forty-two hidden weapons were simultaneously inserted into the table, embedding themselves firmly in the surface and forming a large character—
"die."
Qin Xiaoyi's body trembled with the impact of the hidden weapon, and he collapsed to his knees, his pale lips trembling uncontrollably. Decades of experience in the martial world had left him with no thought of running away, only the desire to beg for mercy, but he couldn't open his mouth.
Wei Wu, with a dancer in his arms, smiled without a trace of murderous intent, and said gently:
"You're supposed to be 'Iron-Blooded and Shocking to All Sides,' so I'll give you some dignity. Just kill yourself."