Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 185: Familiarity Breeds Fondness

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: Familiarity Breeds Fondness

Shangguan Min Yue, fighting alone, wielded her longsword so tightly that not even the wind could penetrate.

Surrounded but still full of fighting spirit.

The sound of clashing metal was ceaseless.

Zhao Jiaqi watched with a heart pounding in fear.

"Hey, what exactly can you do? Hurry up and tell me!"

The Soft Sword by her side was still pressed against Xiaoquan Jianlang’s neck.

Weaponless, she looked anxiously at Lin Fan.

"If I remember correctly, just moments ago you two were at knife’s throat with me, and it’s not the first time I’m rescuing her, yet I never get any reward, so why should I tell you?"

Lin Fan propped up his cheek casually.

This fiery woman was definitely fickle as can be.

Saving her would bring no words of gratitude.

Why should he bother?

"But... but we are all children of Zhonghua... you can’t just stand by and watch us die.

Zhao Jiaqi eagerly picked up the whip of morality.

"When you two were hacking at me with your knives, did you remember I was a child of Zhonghua? I spared your lives, which already shows I’m of good character. And since you’re not going to sleep with me, why should I be so selflessly noble? Stop trying to guilt-trip me with morals; I’m a lousy thug without any."

Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

His ruffian-like demeanor made Zhao Jiaqi’s teeth itch with hate.

But at this moment, she really had no other choice.

"Then... what would make you willing to help?"

"I am a practical man, I only believe in affection developed over time."

Lin Fan chuckled roguishly.

"You... Don’t be too much... I’ll pay you money if it comes to it, just name your price."

Zhao Jiaqi blushed.

She naturally understood such crude language.

"It seems you’ve got money, but sadly I’m not short on cash. Besides, this is a life-risking matter. Do you think a bit of money can make me work like an ox or horse?"

Lin Fan snorted.

The battle had already become one-sided by now.

Shangguan Min Yue, with several fresh wounds from sharp blades, was completely at a disadvantage.

Her defeat was just a matter of time.

"So what exactly will make you take action?"

Zhao Jiaqi asked anxiously.

She finally began to regret her hasty decision.

"Working like oxen and horses isn’t out of the question. Will you provide food?"

Lin Fan naturally knew what he was doing.

If he didn’t let these rash fools learn their lesson the hard way, they would never grow wiser.

"Food? What food?"

Zhao Jiaqi was clueless.

"What do oxen and horses eat?"

Lin Xuan guided with a question.

"Eat... grass!"

Lin Fan watched with a roguish smirk as Zhao Jiaqi came to her senses.

Her face turned embarrassingly red, her lovely cheeks almost dripping with water.

"You... you lousy thug!"

But other than shouting in anger, there was nothing she could do.

Unable to fight back, unable to win an argument.

She could only tremble with rage at Lin Fan.

"Ah..."

A scream rang out.

Shangguan Min Yue, with a wound on her calf, stumbled and fell to the ground.

Although she rolled continuously to avoid a fatal injury.

The bright red blood from her calf was already spraying out.

"Quick, save her... I’ll give you what you want..."

Zhao Jiaqi screamed urgently.

The only one who could save her was Lin Fan.

Now, she had to agree to whatever he asked.

Otherwise, Shangguan Min Yue’s death was certain.

"This is what you said, no going back!"

Lin Fan suddenly stood up and scooped up Zhao Jiaqi’s waist in one move.

The greed in his eyes was unmistakable.

"No going back... but you... can’t do it now... save her first... why are you holding me!"

Zhao Jiaqi was frightened, instinctively pushing against Lin Fan’s chest.

This guy wasn’t planning on having his way first before saving her, was he?

"If I don’t hold you, how can I fight the enemy!"

Lin Fan pushed off with both feet, shooting out like an arrow.

The spot where Zhao Jiaqi had just been standing suddenly sparked with a few fireworks.

Only then did she notice that the Martial Artists who had been standing at a distance

had somehow acquired a bamboo tube in their mouths.

The sparks that had just flown out were poison needles shooting from within.

"How despicable!"

Coming to her senses, Zhao Jiaqi realized she had been saved by Lin Fan.

And cradling her delicate body, Lin Fan had already leaped into the fray.

His right foot kicked towards the blade cleaving at Shangguan Min Yue.

At the same time, he used Zhao Jiaqi in his arms to kick the others away.

"Miss Shangguan, are you still alive?"

Having forcefully cleared a circle, Lin Fan finally looked with amusement at the disheveled Shangguan Min Yue.

She lay on the ground, devoid of the poised figure she had earlier.

"You filthy rogue... let go of Jiaqi now!"

Sitting on the ground, Shangguan Min Yue glared at Lin Fan, filled with indignation.

For at that moment, Zhao Jiaqi was still in his embrace.

"So, people like you shouldn’t care. I held her to save her. It’s only someone with a dirty mind like you who would think of all sorts of nonsense. Didn’t you see how tightly she was holding on?"

Lin Fan rolled his eyes.

Only then did he put Zhao Jiaqi down.

"Enough, with a formidable enemy before us, say less," he advised.

With her cheeks burning red, Zhao Jiaqi didn’t have time to explain further.

She quickly reached out to help Shangguan Min Yue up.

"These guys are too tough to deal with, can’t stab them, can’t hack through them."

Enduring the sharp pain in her calf, Shangguan Min Yue complained in frustration.

These fearless puppet warriors

had exceptionally hard bodies.

No sensation, no emotion.

Merely machines of slaughter.

"You are used to killing the living; you don’t know how to kill the dead," Lin Fan retorted.

He stamped his foot and the fallen Qingfeng Sword

was immediately in his hand.

"Dead... As in zombies... How do you kill them?" Zhao Jiaqi, a descendant of the Banshan Taoist, asked with a clueless expression.

Wondering if it was time to prepare a Vermilion Talisman.

"I haven’t seen a zombie, but I’ve seen plenty of dead. No matter how he controls these guys, after all, they are just flesh. If you break the body’s connection, isn’t it over?" Lin Fan declared as he swung his sword in hand.

The sound of cutting air rang out.

The approaching corpse was cleaved in half straight down the middle.

It immediately fell to the ground.

Red and white, spreading over the entire courtyard.

Such ferocity left the two women unable to resist covering their mouths in shock.

"See? Now this thing can’t be controlled."

Lin Fan looked satisfied at his handiwork.

"Killing like this is just too bloody!" Shangguan Min Yue couldn’t help but cover her mouth and exclaim.

She was capable of killing, but she cared more about the splattering blood effect.

After all, seeing innards strewn all over

was just too cruel.

"Killing isn’t like a little wife doing embroidery; it’s inherently a bloody matter. What’s the need for artistic sense? I kill to survive, not to put on a show for others," Lin Fan replied as he flicked his wrist.

Sword light surged in his hand. "Besides, they are a bunch of beasts; such a death fits them well."

"He... makes sense!" Zhao Jiaqi reluctantly admitted, her brows furrowed in disgust at the bloody scene before her.

But she had to acknowledge that Lin Fan’s method was extremely effective.

And it provided a lasting solution.

"All right, next you’d better keep your eyes wide open and see what it means to fight on the battlefield!" Lin Fan ceased his argument with the two women.

With a flick of his wrist, the sword swung out.

In the glint of cold light, one after another, the walking corpses were slashed apart.

That fierce wind was enough to send chills down one’s spine.

But Zhao Jiaqi had to admit.

At this moment, Lin Fan was undeniably irresistible.