Mind Talking?

Leng Hanyuan found a seat at random and sat down.

The very next moment, someone approached him of their own accord.

"Handsome, all alone?"

"Care for a drink?"

A woman dressed in an alluring outfit swayed her slender waist as she walked over, holding a glass of light blue liquor in her hand.

The heavy scent of her perfume made Leng Hanyuan frown almost imperceptibly.

He raised his eyes to look at the woman before him.

She was decent-looking enough.

Her face was heavily made up, and the fair skin of her waist and thighs, exposed under the lights, was somewhat eye-catching.

With her calm and composed expression, it was clear at a glance that she was a veteran of this drinking scene.

Hmm, surely a "clean and hygienic" girl.

The woman stared intently at Leng Hanyuan's face.

She felt he looked somewhat familiar, yet she couldn't recall where she had seen him before.

After that continent-wide broadcast, Leng Hanyuan had become a celebrity throughout the entire Federation.

There were very few people who didn't know him.

It was only after entering Shrek City that no one had recognized his identity.

This was because Leng Hanyuan had used a few minor tricks.

He had used his spiritual power to interfere with his surroundings to a certain degree.

He made them subconsciously unable to connect him with the face of the continent's number one person in their memories.

The woman before him fell into this exact category.

That was why she felt Leng Hanyuan looked familiar, yet couldn't remember where she had seen him.

However, she quickly cast this strange feeling to the back of her mind.

Her gaze toward Leng Hanyuan was incredibly intense.

It was as if she wanted to strip him bare and swallow him whole.

Through the shifting lights, she could see the young man clearly.

His bone structure was exceptionally refined, like a finely carved jade statue.

His brows and eyes were like distant mountains covered in snow; when he lowered his gaze, his lashes cast faint shadows upon his eyelids.

The bridge of his nose was straight and sharp, his thin lips pale in color, like a cherry in first bloom or a plum blossom dusted with frost.

His jawline was clean and sharp, the way it tapered revealing a sense of character, like the most masterful stroke of a calligraphy brush.

His ink-black hair was loosely tied with a plain ribbon, with a few strands falling against his cheeks, making his face appear even more luminous.

She had frequented these drinking scenes for many years and had seen all sorts of people.

But this was the first time she had encountered such a top-tier man.

Just a moment ago from afar, she had noticed this young man at a glance—he hadn't made a single move, just sitting there quietly, yet he still stood out from the crowd like a crane among chickens.

Observing him up close, she felt the full impact of that cold, peerless beauty.

It was like a dose of poison.

It made her involuntarily run her small tongue over her red lips and swallow hard.

Her shapely legs rubbed together uncontrollably.

She couldn't wait to take Leng Hanyuan to a nearby love hotel right now, tear off that bothersome casual clothing of his, and have a good taste.

As for this sudden romantic encounter, Leng Hanyuan couldn't even be bothered to lift his eyes.

The woman was decent enough, but she clearly didn't meet Leng Hanyuan's standards.

If he were the type with such low requirements, Miss Meng wouldn't have returned empty-handed so many times in the past.

"Not interested."

Leng Hanyuan coldly rejected the woman's invitation.

The woman wanted to say something more, but she was met with an impatient glare from Leng Hanyuan.

She felt as if there were something indescribably terrifying within those narrow phoenix eyes, and the heat that had been stirred up by his face and the alcohol vanished in an instant.

Her body trembled, and not daring to say another word, she lowered her head, clutched her glass, and turned to slink away in defeat.

"A woman who doesn't know her place."

In the sea of consciousness, Ice Emperor let out a cold snort, feeling quite disdainful of such buzzing flies.

To think that just anyone would dare to covet her Hanyuan.

Snow Emperor said nothing.

This level of trash was not enough to cause even the slightest ripple in her heart.

Ignoring the words of the Ice Emperor in his mind, Leng Hanyuan expanded his spiritual power invisibly, shrouding the entire tavern within it.

He quickly located the target of his trip.

He cast his gaze toward the side.

A young girl with wine-red hair was wearing a black waitress uniform, weaving between the tables while carrying drinks.

Her beautiful face attracted the gazes of many.

However, the soul power fluctuations she deliberately emitted also made many restless individuals rein in their thoughts.

After all, they were not fools; they knew better than to lose their sense of proportion.

The woman matched the appearance in the photo provided by Leng Yaozhu perfectly.

Yuanen Yehui.

The possessor of the Fallen Angel martial soul, and the anchor point for the Demon Plane.

The very reason Leng Hanyuan had specifically come to Shrek City.

"Guest, your drink."

Yuanen Yehui arrived at Leng Hanyuan's table with a tray.

Her gaze faltered slightly as it swept across his face.

A flash of admiration crossed the depths of her eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

Her expression remained cold and indifferent, showing none of the infatuated looks displayed by the other women nearby.

She placed the glass containing the blue liquid from the tray onto the table in front of Leng Hanyuan.

She turned to leave and continue her work.

However, she was stopped by Leng Hanyuan.

"Wait a moment."

Yuanen Yehui stopped in her tracks, her expression cold:

"Is there something you need, guest?"

She simply assumed that Leng Hanyuan was another person looking to hit on her.

Since she started working here, there had been no shortage of people trying to strike up a conversation.

Although Leng Hanyuan's conditions were far superior to those of the others, Yuanen Yehui had no intention of paying him much mind.

Her current focus was simple.

First was to earn money, and second was to cultivate.

As for anything else, the current Yuanen Yehui had no plans to consider it.

She had already prepared a refusal in her heart.

But Leng Hanyuan's next sentence left Yuanen Yehui stunned.

"Yuanen Yehui."

Leng Hanyuan called her name directly.

Yuanen Yehui's movements paused, and the words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back.

Her expression shifted.

The gaze she directed at Leng Hanyuan was filled with a hint of vigilance:

"You know me?"

It was no wonder Yuanen Yehui reacted this way.

After all, she was not some household-name celebrity.

She had not been in Shrek City for very long.

To be suddenly called by her name by a stranger naturally made her feel wary.

"Mm."

Leng Hanyuan nodded.

He took the initiative to extend his palm while simultaneously lifting his spiritual interference on Yuanen Yehui.

Without Leng Hanyuan's spiritual interference, Yuanen Yehui instantly matched the face before her with the one in her memory.

It's him?!

That Mystic Phoenix Douluo who defeated the Sky-Propping Douluo?!

Yuanen Yehui had naturally watched that public broadcast that had captured the attention of the entire continent.

Although she did not know why she hadn't recognized Leng Hanyuan immediately, the emotions of surprise and shock now clearly outweighed this trace of confusion.

How could this person possibly know her?

And why would he go out of his way to stop her?

Yuanen Yehui was filled with deep suspicion.

She had no idea what Leng Hanyuan's intentions were.

"Your Excellency Mystic Phoenix, is there something you need?"

Yuanen Yehui instinctively took a step back, the wariness in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest.

Leng Hanyuan did not seem to mind.

The corners of his mouth curled up:

"Would you mind having a chat?"

"For instance, about the Fallen Angel or something similar..."