Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Chapter 1138 Singing

Lu Hao was forced to be a sycophant for two days before he finally managed to escape from the trading hall.

"This young woman is indeed not to be trifled with!" Lu Hao glanced back every now and then, fearing that Liu Qingxue would catch up and continue to exploit him.

These past two days, Lu Hao has been working tirelessly for the other party. Even the donkeys in the production team are busier than him. He doesn't even have time to drink water. All he does is work hard, and he's treated like an animal.

"I'm never coming back to this godforsaken place again!" Lu Hao rubbed his swollen, hard arm and spat into the grass, shouting angrily.

"Fellow Daoist, wait for me!" Just as Lu Hao was about to leave on his sword, a soft and sweet girl's voice rang out from behind him.

"Little girl, what do you want from me?" Lu Hao turned around, somewhat puzzled.

Not far away, a girl of about fifteen or sixteen years old was catching up, panting. A few strands of her dark hair were wet with sweat. Her face looked as if it had been carefully sculpted by the heavens. Her beautiful eyes were dreamlike, and her whole body was full of youth and vitality. In particular, her long and beautiful legs were so stunning that they seemed to touch one's heart.

If the young woman is a ripe peach, then the girl in front of you is a green grape, so tender that you could squeeze water out of it.

"I think you have noble character and are a rare good person, so I would like to get to know you." The girl's pretty face was flushed, and her two ponytails were still swaying gently.

A gentle breeze blew by, causing the ribbons on the girl's white dress to flutter, perfectly outlining her slightly developing figure.

"Me, a person of high moral character?" Lu Hao was clearly taken aback, not quite used to someone saying he had high moral character. After a moment, he chuckled and said jokingly, "Little sister, you really have good taste!"

"Can we formally introduce ourselves? My name is Wu Yiyun!" The girl stared intently at Lu Hao with her dreamy eyes, and two adorable dimples appeared on her pretty face as she smiled sweetly.

"My name is Lu Laomo... no... my name is Meng De!" Lu Hao smiled and extended his palm, ready to shake hands with the other party.

"What do you want to do!" The old woman behind the girl suddenly turned sharp and stood in front of her, shouting loudly.

"With so many of you, what do you think I can do? Of course, I'll shake hands. It's basic etiquette where we're from!" Lu Hao said helplessly, spreading his hands.

“Miss, don’t listen to this boy’s nonsense. He clearly wants to take advantage of you. Besides, you are not married yet, so how can you have physical contact with other men? If Lord Wu Fengzi finds out, he will be furious,” the old woman hurriedly said.

"Grandma Sun, you're overthinking it. The young man looks like a gentleman; he wouldn't be like what you think!" The girl shook her head innocently.

"Grandma Sun, you've really gone a bit too far in protecting Yiyun. The young lady is still a minor. What bad intentions could the other party possibly have? Do you think everyone is that old lecher Lu Hao?" The white-haired old man behind the girl said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Granny Sun nodded slightly. Indeed, she couldn't let Lu Hao, this one bad apple, ruin her good impression of all men.

"Did Lu Hao offend you? Why do you have to belittle him like this!" Lu Hao couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard the group using him as a negative example.

"That beast Lu Hao is so lewd that it's beyond human comprehension," Granny Sun said, her voice filled with hatred as she mentioned Lu Hao.

"That bastard is ruining what little image I have left!" Lu Hao clenched his fists, gritting his teeth in hatred.

Indeed, someone is trying to damage Lu Hao's image, and the instigator is the Thunder God Temple, who are spreading rumors.

"Little brother, do you... still want to shake hands?" The girl shyly extended her delicate, snow-white hand.

"Shake hands, of course I'll shake hands!" Lu Hao chuckled, extending his large hand to shake hands with the other person. The smooth and soft touch made him shiver involuntarily, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "It's good to be young."

"Boy, you're really into holding on? Let go right now!" The old woman couldn't help but scold Lu Hao when she saw him holding on tightly with a strange expression on his face.

"You...you're pinching me too hard!" The girl bit her full pink lips, her pretty face flushed, even her delicate earlobes turned red.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Lu Hao reluctantly let go of the other person's smooth little hand. In the instant he let go, he gently traced his fingertips deep into the other person's soft palm.

"You..." The girl suddenly raised her head, her big, watery eyes filled with shyness, her voice becoming as soft as a mosquito's buzz, and her delicate face almost dripping with tears.

The feeling was like fingertips brushing against her soft heart, creating an unprecedented and strange sensation within her, causing her to breathe much faster involuntarily.

Lu Hao had the upper hand with such an innocent girl. If it weren't for her elders being there, he would have made her sing "Conquer" that night.

"Little sister, you're so beautiful. I don't think I'll ever wash this right hand that I shook with you," Lu Hao whispered in the girl's ear before turning and leaving with a flourish.

This was originally just a casual remark by Lu Hao on his life's journey filled with gunfire, but it stayed with the girl for a lifetime.

"Brother Mengde, will we ever meet again?" the girl shouted at Lu Hao's retreating figure, her voice filled with urgency.

"If you meet me again, you'll suffer a lot, so it's better not to see me." Lu Hao turned around with a hearty smile. Although he liked the cute girl in front of him, her elders clearly disliked him, so he didn't want to be overly friendly.

"Brother Mengde, seeing your talent, I can recommend you to join the Martial God Academy." The girl bit her red lips and mustered her courage to speak loudly again.

"The academy of martial arts fanatics, huh? I'll defeat that old guy one day." After saying that, Lu Hao disappeared into the horizon.

"Miss, this young man doesn't seem like a decent person, and his gaze is restless. Did he glance at you...?" The old woman couldn't help but speak up when she saw the young girl staring blankly at the spot where Lu Hao had disappeared.

"What did you scan me for?" the girl asked innocently, seeing the old woman's hesitant expression.

"His gaze keeps lingering on your figure!" The old woman had no choice but to say this, for the sake of her young mistress's safety.

Upon hearing this, the girl's pretty face instantly turned bright red, like a ripe apple. She held her slightly flushed, delicate face, her bright eyes seemingly lost in thought.

"Miss, this person's origins are unknown, and his behavior is suspicious. Based on my many years of experience, you must stay away from such a person," the old woman advised, seeing her young mistress seemingly in love.

"Just a few days ago, you praised this person as having high moral character!" The young woman wrinkled her nose, sounding annoyed, and then left.

"Times have changed. This kid is definitely no good!" The old woman chased after him and continued to earnestly persuade him.

Lu Hao flew on his sword all the way and arrived at the Surrender Sect in the afternoon. He landed and felt a surge of inexplicable joy and excitement at the thought of seeing his mother-in-law.

"Chrysanthemums wither, chrysanthemums are wounded, how forced your smile is!" Lu Hao sang happily, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.