Scared Me to Death
1423 Words
Chu Ran looked at Zhao Sizhuo before him with an expressionless face and a cold gaze.
Before him stood Young Master Zhao, dressed in splendid robes, a far cry from his usual frivolous and arrogant demeanor. His handsome face was solemn, a dignified aura between his brows.
He stood straight before Chu Ran, holding a long sword with both hands, its blade gleaming with a cold, sharp light.
When Chu Ran’s gaze swept over him, Zhao Sizhuo’s forehead immediately broke out in sweat. His heart tightened sharply, as if a string had been pulled taut.
This made his expression even more serious, his back even straighter.
He now looked like a poplar tree.
It was like a complete transformation. Who would have thought this serious, handsome man standing tall like a pine could be the same good-for-nothing, idle playboy?
The group of lackeys behind Young Master Zhao were all so shocked their eyes nearly popped out.
Their minds were filled with: Holy s**t, did I j******f too much last night? Am I kidney-deficient and seeing things?
Is this still the same Young Master Zhao from Pingcheng who carried bird cages, drank, and picked fights?
I feel frightened!
These playboys from Pingcheng gulped, their eyes fixed on Chu Ran and Young Master Zhao ahead.
Chu Ran’s gaze was cold, scrutinizing Zhao Sizhuo for a long time.
Just as sweat poured down Zhao Sizhuo’s forehead, his legs feeling so weak he almost knelt with a thud and said, “Your Majesty, please take the sword…”—
Chu Ran spoke. His voice was clear and cold, like a mountain lake in spring with a thin layer of unmelted ice. “Thank you, but it’s unnecessary.”
The moment he heard his voice, Zhao Sizhuo was so moved he nearly shed tears.
The big shot, the big shot, the big shot talked to me!
So exciting!
Am I one step closer to latching onto the big shot’s leg?
Can I now walk the bright path of closely observing the big shot, following behind him, admiring him, worshipping him, and touching his leg hair?
Zhao Sizhuo was so excited his knees went weak, and he almost knelt.
Thankfully, he still had the last vestiges of a playboy’s dignity (…) and managed to hold on.
Zhao Sizhuo’s current mood was like this: Even though the big shot rejected me, BUT!!
He talked to me. What does that mean?
It means the big shot still values me!
The big shot is just being reserved, shy, politely refusing. As a seasoned leg-hugging lackey, I must deeply understand the big shot’s thoughts and make the right judgment!
So, Zhao Sizhuo lifted his head, looked at Chu Ran, and said with a sincere expression, “Big… no, Brother Chu.”
That was close!
Young Master Zhao inwardly sighed in relief, almost giving himself away.
“Brother Chu, please accept my sword,” Zhao Sizhuo said with a serious expression. “I cannot stand by and watch your noble body be defiled by such a barbaric, crude person!”
“…” Chu Ran.
“…” The surrounding onlookers.
“…” Young Master Zhao’s lackeys.
Chu Ran looked at Young Master Zhao, who wore a serious, sincere expression, and resisted the urge to twitch his mouth. “No, thank you.”
The big shot thanked me!
The big shot is so nice, gentle and understanding.
For a moment, a mysteriously touched expression appeared on Zhao Sizhuo’s face, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he stared at Chu Ran.
Why are my eyes filled with tears?
Because of love!
“…” Chu Ran, shocked by his expression.
Is this guy out of his mind?
What the hell is he imagining?
Chu Ran’s mouth twitched as he watched Zhao Sizhuo’s expression suddenly turn excited, about to say something. Before he could speak, Chu Ran quickly said, “Do you not believe in me either?”
Huh!?
Young Master Zhao shut his mouth, his eyes wide.
No, big shot, I believe in you!
I absolutely believe in you!
No doubt, really!
If you say the moon is square, I’d believe it!
“…” Chu Ran.
Seeing his dreamy, foolish expression, Chu Ran’s mouth twitched twice more.
I really think this guy has something wrong with his head.
So exhausting!
Chu Ran sighed inwardly, feeling helpless, and said, “Do you think my fist is weaker than this guy’s?”
He glanced indifferently at Wang Mang, whom he still held.
Wang Mang was instantly angered by his dismissive words, a flash of fury crossing his face as he glared hatefully at Chu Ran.
But this time, he didn’t provoke verbally.
He had learned his lesson.
He held it in, stifling his anger, his face full of rage, eyes fierce as he stared at Chu Ran.
Hearing this, Young Master Zhao said without hesitation, “No! Brother Chu is the strongest.”
“Is that so?” Chu Ran chuckled lightly.
The corners of his lips curved upward, a faint smile appearing on his handsome, elegant face.
For a moment, it was like seeing an epiphyllum blooming gracefully in an empty valley.
Young Master Zhao’s gaze was glued, full of awe.
Not just him—everyone around was also stunned.
Their minds were filled with: Holy s**t! This kid looks really good when he smiles.
Simply—
Smiling so well it almost made me bend!
At the entrance of the Jade Purity Hall of the Shangqing Sect,
Before the Mirror of Heaven and Earth,
Immortal Yueci’s eyes lit up as he watched Chu Ran smile in the mirror and immediately said, “I never expected this kid to look so stunningly beautiful when he smiles.”
Beside him, Immortal Changhe remained silent, his snow-white hair falling to his waist, his handsome face cold, his eyes unmoving as they stared at Chu Ran’s smiling face in the mirror.
The Shangqing Sect disciples standing behind them also craned their necks, their eyes fixed on the Mirror of Heaven and Earth.
Damn! This new junior brother is so good-looking, even more than Immortal Changle!
I feel the status of my heartthrob is being threatened!
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Seeing everyone around, even Wu Zhen (the tall, thin man), staring intently at Chu Ran’s face,
Wang Mang’s heart swelled with annoyance. He’s just a pretty boy! Why does he attract so much attention!
What good is being good-looking? In this world, it’s all about whose fist is stronger!
“Enough talk!” Wang Mang roared irritably at Chu Ran. “Are we fighting or not?”
Hearing this, Chu Ran looked up, his eyes on him.
Instantly, the smile vanished from his face.
Seeing this, everyone felt a twinge of regret.
What a pity!
Though they were also looking forward to the scene of this handsome youth fighting the fierce brute with a punch, the youth’s smile made them want to see more.
Beauty is a blade!
It leads people astray!
Damn, I almost got bent by a young boy’s smile just now!
They felt both regretful and relieved.
“You’re right,” Chu Ran said, looking at the burly man before him, his voice faint. “We have indeed wasted a lot of time.”
“Sorry to keep you waiting.”
His tone suddenly shifted, cold as ice. “Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll grant your wish!”
As soon as these words fell, everyone’s attention focused on him.
Even Immortal Yueci and Immortal Changhe at the entrance of the Jade Purity Hall stared unblinkingly at Chu Ran and Wang Mang reflected in the Mirror of Heaven and Earth.
Suddenly, the atmosphere grew tense.
Taut!
Sharp and cold!
Even the wind seemed to stop in that instant.
Then—
Chu Ran’s hand gripping Wang Mang’s fist suddenly tightened.
He clenched Wang Mang’s fist fiercely!
Immediately, an expression of intense pain flashed across Wang Mang’s face.
He was horrified, his mind in turmoil. How is this possible!
This youth—how can he be so strong!
It’s impossible!
However—
Before he could think further, the next moment—
Chu Ran’s hand grabbed his arm and actually… lifted his entire body up.
Wang Mang felt the world spin as he was hoisted into the air.
“…” The crowd.
At this moment, the onlookers’ expressions were like this.
(⊙o⊙)…
Ahead, a… slender, elegant youth was single-handedly lifting a nearly two-meter-tall, burly brute.
Mom!
Come out quick and see a god!
Oh…
Right, I am a god.
- Writer
