The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 392 A Bunch of Lunatics

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 A Bunch of Lunatics

Before dying, to be able to snuggle up on a man and have a good sleep.

Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t even dare to think that she would actually sleep so comfortably.

When she was a supermodel walking the runway, she encountered so many stars and rich heirs internationally.

But in the end, the one accompanying her on her last journey turned out to be a local bumpkin from the inland.

When she woke up in the morning, this bumpkin stared at her with a hint of displeasure on his face.

Zhang Xuan’er frowned and asked, "What’s with that expression?"

The bumpkin complained, "You drool in your sleep? You got my fifty-dollar T-shirt all dirty."

Zhang Xuan’er felt like spitting blood. She was about to die, and this bumpkin still cared about his lousy T-shirt!

She ground her teeth and sulkily said, "If we can get through this ordeal, I’ll buy you a T-shirt worth five thousand when I go back."

Surprisingly, the bumpkin chuckled and asked, "You promise?"

His eyes were pure and full of confidence, not tense at all.

Zhang Xuan’er watched him dumbfounded, wondering if he had already come up with an escape plan.

She leaned against the bumpkin, gazing at the rising sun on the horizon to steady her mind for a while.

She had a great sleep that night, but how could she have drooled?

She felt warmth on her leg, looked down, and damn it, the bumpkin’s hand was there.

Annoyed, she lifted her leg to shake off his dirty hand and softly cursed in a coquettish tone, "Do you want to die or what? What’s the time and you’re still taking advantage of the situation?"

Her legs were insured, costing a million in premiums each year.

As a supermodel, she relied on her legs for her career.

If anything happened to her legs, a cut or a bruise, she would receive tenfold compensation.

She always considered her legs more important than her face.

And yet, this rogue had touched them—that’s probably why she drooled all night.

With a wicked smile, the bumpkin even had the audacity to argue, "Why so nervous? We’re about to go anyway, wouldn’t it be a waste not to touch them?"

Zhang Xuan’er blushed, feeling an urge to kill him at that moment.

She wiped her leg with her hand, thinking about cleaning off the bumpkin’s sweat.

Even in death, she wanted to be clean.

Upon closer inspection, she suddenly noticed that the bruises and scrapes on her leg from yesterday had disappeared.

She was stunned. Just last night she had been worried about having to quit modelling, but now, overnight, her scars had healed?

She turned around, looking at the rogue in surprise.

The rogue looked back at her and casually said, "Not a bad job, right?"

He had an expression that begged for compliments, which was incredibly annoying.

Zhang Xuan’er snorted at him, turned her head back, and sighed in disappointment, "What’s the point of doing this when we’re about to die!"

Unabashed, the bumpkin shamelessly said, "Since we’re about to die, how about you let me touch your leg one more time?"

"Get lost!"

Zhang Xuan’er couldn’t communicate with him anymore, and even though she was angry, she couldn’t help but laugh.

The armed men standing guard around them furrowed their brows tighter and scolded her and the bumpkin, "Damn it, can’t you two show some respect for my profession? Flaunting your love in front of me, do you think my gun is a Firebrand Staff?"

Zhang Xuan’er stuck out her tongue and hung her head, her face flushing to her neck.

What romance? How could she possibly fall for a local bumpkin—ridiculous!

In the distance, Zhang Jinwen followed Gao Chi back, and on the way, he saw Zhang Xuan’er’s relaxed expression.

He was disappointed by this—as someone who controlled Zhang Xuan’er’s fate, he preferred to see her in front of him, terrified, trembling, begging him like a dog.

But none of these things he saw in Zhang Xuan’er.

This woman must have gone mad, treating this as a game even before her death?

After sitting down, Gao Chi closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Zhang Jinwen had someone bring him freshly brewed tea and ordered others to start having breakfast.

He walked over, stared at Zhang Xuan’er, and asked coldly, "You seem, not at all afraid?"

Zhang Xuan’er, tilting her neck up, stared back at him and said, "Why should I be afraid? It’s better to see your true face before dying than to die in confusion."

Zhang Jinwen snorted coldly, "Fine, soon you’ll see something that opens your eyes. And then, don’t beg me for mercy!"

He laughed loudly, his expression somewhat twisted.

Zhang Xuan’er’s hands were clenched together, telling herself she must not be afraid, she must not let this bastard succeed.

The more he wanted to see her scared, the stronger she had to be.

Next to Long Fei, Li Zhenni was grinding her teeth, glancing at the bastard with frustration.

Early in the morning, she had to listen to his flirting with Zhang Xuan’er. They were all damn near death, and this bastard wasn’t thinking about escaping, just focusing his mind on a woman.

She really regretted that she followed this bastard in laying down her arms yesterday. She could have either escaped or died swiftly!

She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but whenever she saw him talking to Zhang Xuan’er, she got angry and couldn’t control herself.

She yelled at the guards, "Report, I request to be untied and separated from this guy. I don’t want to be squeezed together with him!"

The burly man opposite her had a piece of beef stuffed in his mouth, and when she yelled, he spat it out with a burst.

He cursed loudly, "Are you fucking sick? We are kidnappers, do you think we are joking around with you?"

"So what if you’re kidnappers, can’t kidnappers respect others?"

Li Zhenni looked utterly sullen.

"God damn it, are you looking for trouble on purpose?"

The burly man stood up abruptly, reaching out to hit her.

Long Fei shouted fiercely, "If you dare hit her, do you believe you’d be dead right now?"

The burly man’s hand, for some reason, shook suddenly and stopped mid-air, frowning at Long Fei, "You dare threaten me?"

Long Fei sneered, "I’m just warning you. If you don’t believe me, you can try it."

"Lunatics, you’re all a bunch of fucking lunatics!"

The burly man was on the verge of collapse, having listened to these people’s nonsensical talk all morning, with not a single one of them seeming sane.

God damn it, they had guns to their heads, yet they still acted tough.

He raised his hands and pointed the gun barrel at Long Fei’s head, "Come on, say that one more time, I dare you!"

Long Fei stared at him, saying nothing.

Yet, the burly man’s vision blurred, and he felt dizzy, sitting back down again.

The others laughed as if watching a joke, thinking that Long Fei had chickened out without noticing anything.

But in their companion’s mind echoed the words, "I am your father, listen to me. I am your father, listen to me..."

When it was nearly eight o’clock, sunlight had completely enveloped the area.

The dampness had cleared, leaving the scent of fresh flowers and plants in the air.

On their skin, they could feel threads of Spiritual Energy, a hundred times richer than in the city.

In such a place, cultivating would definitely be much stronger than in the city.

Long Fei couldn’t understand why such a good place was abandoned by the Alchemy Cauldron Sect. Had they found an even better location?

As he was lost in his thoughts, Zhang Jinwen suddenly stood up and ordered the group, "Enough, take them out and get moving!"