Would You Mind Talking?

Leng Hanyuan casually found a seat and sat down.

The next moment, someone approached him on her own.

"Handsome, alone?"

"Care for a drink?"

A seductively dressed woman swayed over with her slender waist, carrying a glass of pale blue liquor.

The heavy fragrance on her made Leng Hanyuan frown almost imperceptibly.

He raised his eyes and looked at the woman before him.

She was fairly good-looking.

Her face was heavily made up, and the pale skin of her waist and thighs exposed beneath the lights was rather eye-catching.

Her composed expression made it obvious that she was an old hand at this sort of drinking establishment.

Mm, definitely a "clean and hygienic" girl.

The woman stared fixedly at Leng Hanyuan's face.

She found him somewhat familiar, yet could not recall where she had seen him before.

After that livestream broadcast across the entire continent, Leng Hanyuan had become famous throughout the Federation.

There were hardly any people who did not recognize him.

Yet after entering Shrek City, no one had recognized his identity.

That was because Leng Hanyuan had used a tiny trick.

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

It made people subconsciously unable to connect him with the face of the continent's number one figure in their memories.

The woman before him was one such case.

That was why she found Leng Hanyuan familiar but could not remember where she had seen him.

However, she quickly cast aside that strange feeling.

Her gaze toward Leng Hanyuan grew exceedingly heated.

As though she wanted to skin him alive and swallow him whole.

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

His bone structure was exquisitely refined, like a meticulously carved jade statue.

His brows and eyes resembled distant mountains veiled in snow. When lowered slightly, his lashes cast faint shadows across his eyelids.

His nose bridge was straight and sharp, his thin lips pale, like newly blooming cherries or plum blossoms dusted with frost.

His jawline was crisp and elegant, its taper revealing particular character, like the finishing stroke in calligraphy that displayed the greatest skill.

His black hair was loosely tied with a plain ribbon, several strands falling by his cheeks and making his complexion appear even more luminous.

Having frequented drinking establishments for so many years, she had seen all kinds of people.

But this was the first time she had encountered such an exceptional man.

Even from afar, she had immediately noticed this young man, who did nothing but sit quietly yet still stood out from the crowd.

At close range, the impact of that cold and peerless beauty struck her even harder.

It was like a dose of poison.

She could not help running her little tongue over her red lips and swallowing.

Her rounded legs rubbed together involuntarily.

She wished she could drag Leng Hanyuan to a nearby lovers' hotel right now, tear off that bothersome casual outfit of his, and savor him properly.

Faced with this sudden romantic encounter, Leng Hanyuan could not even be bothered to lift his eyes.

The woman looked all right, but she was clearly not enough to catch Leng Hanyuan's eye.

If his standards had been that low, Miss Meng would not have returned empty-handed so many times.

"Not interested."

Leng Hanyuan coldly rejected the woman's invitation.

The woman wanted to say something else, but Leng Hanyuan shot her an impatient glare.

She felt as though something indescribably terrifying lurked within those narrow phoenix eyes. The heat stirred by Leng Hanyuan's face and the alcohol vanished instantly.

Her body trembled. Daring not to say another word, she lowered her head, carried her glass away, and left in disgrace.

"What an overconfident woman."

Within the sea of consciousness, the Ice Empress snorted disdainfully at such flirtatious women.

Just anyone dared covet her Hanyuan.

The Snow Empress said nothing.

Trash of this level was not enough to stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.

Ignoring the Ice Empress's words in his mind, Leng Hanyuan silently spread out his spiritual power, enveloping the entire little tavern.

He quickly found the target of his trip.

His gaze shifted to the side.

A red-haired girl in a black waitress uniform moved among the tables with drinks on a tray.

Her lovely face drew quite a few gazes.

However, the soul power fluctuations she deliberately gave off also made many restless hands abandon their thoughts.

After all, they were not fools. They knew better than to fail to recognize the gravity of the situation.

The girl's appearance perfectly matched the photograph in the information Leng Yaozhu had given him.

Yuanen Yehui.

The holder of the Fallen Angel Martial Soul, the person serving as the anchor point of the Demon Plane.

The reason Leng Hanyuan had specifically come to Shrek City.

"Your drink, sir."

Yuanen Yehui carried the tray to Leng Hanyuan's table.

When her gaze swept across his face, she paused slightly.

A trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Her expression remained indifferent, showing none of the infatuated looks worn by the women around her.

She placed the glass of blue liquor from her tray onto the table before Leng Hanyuan.

Then she turned, preparing to continue her work.

But Leng Hanyuan called out to her.

"Wait."

Yuanen Yehui stopped, her expression cool.

"Is there something you need, sir?"

She assumed that Leng Hanyuan was also trying to strike up a conversation.

Since starting this job, she had encountered no shortage of people attempting to flirt with her.

Although Leng Hanyuan was vastly superior to those people in every regard, Yuanen Yehui had no intention of paying him any extra attention.

Her thoughts were simple now.

First, make money. Second, cultivate.

As for everything else, Yuanen Yehui had no intention of considering it for the time being.

She had already prepared her refusal.

But Leng Hanyuan's next words left Yuanen Yehui completely stunned.

"Yuanen Yehui."

Leng Hanyuan directly called out her name.

Yuanen Yehui paused, swallowing the words at the tip of her tongue.

Her expression changed.

A few traces of wariness entered her gaze as she looked at Leng Hanyuan.

"You know me?"

Her reaction was hardly surprising.

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

She had not even been in Shrek City for long.

Having a stranger suddenly call her by name would naturally put her on guard.

"Mm."

Leng Hanyuan nodded.

He extended his hand and simultaneously lifted the spiritual interference he had placed on Yuanen Yehui.

Without Leng Hanyuan's spiritual interference,

Yuanen Yehui immediately connected Leng Hanyuan's face to the one in her memories.

It was him?!

The Mystic Phoenix Douluo who had defeated the Sky-Propping Douluo?!

Yuanen Yehui had naturally watched that public livestream that had drawn the attention of the entire continent.

Though she did not know why she had failed to recognize Leng Hanyuan immediately, her astonishment and shock clearly overwhelmed that slight confusion.

Why did he know her?

And why had he specifically stopped her?

Yuanen Yehui's heart was filled with questions.

She had no idea what Leng Hanyuan wanted.

"Your Excellency Mystic Phoenix, what can I do for you?"

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

Leng Hanyuan did not mind.

The corner of his lips curled up.

"Would you mind talking?"

"For example, about the Fallen Angel..."