Crisis

"Look at them. Aren't they happy?" A soft, delicate body leaned close. Yu Qing's voice sounded by Lu Ye's ear. Though she was already very weak, her body no longer so solid, it could not be denied that Yu Qing in this state possessed an added, sickly beauty.

But Lu Ye would not mistake her for some fragile, delicate woman because of that. Though they had known each other only a short while, he had already deeply experienced this woman's fiery temperament.

"Are you wondering why they're so optimistic?" Yu Qing breathed softly into Lu Ye's ear.

Lu Ye nodded and voiced his confusion. "Senior, are you really not afraid of death at all?"

Yu Qing rolled her eyes and said coquettishly, "Why call me Senior? You're making me sound old for nothing."

An Immortal Yuan Guard beside them, who had been pricking up his ears to eavesdrop, burst into laughter. "You're already an old granny several thousand years old. Is Lu Ye wrong to call you Senior?"

Yu Qing flew into a rage. "Liu Datong! Say one more word, and this old lady will tear your mouth apart!"

The Immortal Yuan Guard named Liu Datong did not care in the least. He winked and made faces at Lu Ye. "Kid Lu Ye, you'd better keep yourself clean. Don't let that old monster trick you into some positions! I'm telling you—"

Before he could finish, Yu Qing grabbed a chair beside her and hurled it at him. Liu Datong raised a hand to block it. Seeing Yu Qing's furious stance, he shrank his neck and surrendered. "All right, all right, I won't say anything..."

As he spoke, he even made a motion of pulling his mouth shut with his hand, as though sealing it tight.

Yu Qing glared viciously at