Chapter 1261: Chapter 32: I Want to See Emperor Ye [2-in-1]

Fang Che laughed: "Come on, don’t scare me like that, I’m a bit of a coward. If I faint from fright here, it would really be a hassle."

The old man glared silently.

Recalling Ningxue Sword’s warning to him, he helplessly turned into a deflated balloon.

I really can’t afford to provoke him.

All his momentum, dissipated, vanished.

Then, with a weary voice, he began to ask: "Why do you insist we have a drink together, you troublemaker?"

"Because I like you. I really like you," Fang Che said.

"Get lost!"

The old man snapped: "If you keep talking like that, I’ll throw you out, believe it or not? Quit messing around with me!"

Fang Che hastily put on a smile: "My mistake. Take a look at this wine, and the dishes, and...look at them."

He casually opened the clay seal, and immediately, a rich aroma of wine wafted out.

The old man gulped.

His tone softened as he sighed: "I just don’t understand why the Guardian ranks would have someone like you."

"What’s wrong with someone like me?" Fang Che chuckled, pouring wine from the jar.

"Too shameless, too unreasonable, too... whew!"

He downed a cup with one swig, not leaving a drop behind, satisfied as he exhaled: "Now this is real wine. And those so-called Spiritual Wines, they dare call themselves wine?!?"

Fang Che also took his wine cup, sipped lightly, and said: "Don’t you think, isn’t what’s lacking among the Guardians and Protectors is someone like me?"

"Just as you said, I can be shameless, and I can be unreasonable, but I have my own principles. That’s enough."

"For example, those other folks you mentioned, even if they came to you today, they’d likely leave empty-handed, no matter how many times they tried. But I can sit down with you, drink, and chat. Achieve my aim."

"Although you’re not exactly willing, here we are drinking and chatting. I can seize this opportunity whereas they can’t."

The old man rolled his eyes, sighed in resignation.

He seemed quite despondent.

Fang Che’s actions indeed made him rather frustrated.

Yet there’s no alternative.

Just as Fang Che said, if Fang Che hadn’t been so persistent, even if Ninth lord had given a directive on what needed to be done, he’d just ignore it.

I’m not one of your Protectors.

Your people fail to sway me, should I need to cooperate? That’s not right?

But Fang Che...

Sigh, just hearing his name vexes me.

The old man tore off a chicken leg, popped into his mouth, and crunched through it bones and all.

Maliciously side-eyed Fang Che, as if he was chewing Fang Che’s bones.

Both began drinking, but neither spoke; silently, one cup after another, as if competing in a drinking contest.

Not long after, the dishes Fang Che had brought were in complete disarray.

Most of them had ended up in the old man’s belly.

"Just these few?" the old man asked discontentedly.

Thus Fang Che once again pulled out... A table spread resplendent with delightful flavours instantly was set anew.

The old man was delighted, eagerly picked up his chopsticks again.

After a few bites, he sighed contentedly, slapping the table and saying: "Now this, this is what’s called life! This is life!"

Fang Che chuckled, silently accompanying him.

After a few bites, the old man started eyeing him sideways, the kid went to all this effort to follow him here, yet didn’t utter a single word?

"Why aren’t you speaking? If you still won’t talk, you’ll lose your chance," the old man warned.

"No problem."

Fang Che grinned, saying: "The shop I know, the home I know, there’s always a chance later."

The old man suddenly felt like the Tiexue Platform hadn’t seemed as appealing in two hundred years.

The food was hard to swallow.

Stared with wide eyes, gasped, feeling utterly defeated: "Do you plan to come many more times just to ask me questions?"

Fang Che said: "If the senior wants to speak now, junior is all ears to listen."

The old man, in despair, said: "Felt completely played by this brat, so if you have anything, ask away."

Finally pressed this old chap to his limits.

Fang Che was delighted inwardly: "Senior’s esteemed name?"

"Sikong Dou!"

"I have long admired your name, hearing it as if thunder rang in my ears; meeting you today is the fortune of three lifetimes."

The old man’s rolling eyes revealed not a speck of black in his pupils; upon hearing this brat’s words, he knew Fang Che hadn’t really heard of him.

But considering he’d been retired in Donghu State for over two thousand years, this young punk wouldn’t know crap?

Feeling somewhat affronted, like he’d been underestimated.

Sikong Dou, annoyed, hummed: "Over two thousand years ago, I was hailed as the Continent’s number one Thief God!"

"My apologies, my apologies."

Fang Che said: "Thief God, can even ’hailed as’ be applied to those words?"

"Leave now!"

"Then I’ll come again tomorrow!"

"..."

Fang Che laughed: "Just kidding, I truly envy you, and am greatly in admiration. Living carefree, following your heart’s desire, hidden among the ordinary, unparalleled in all the world. Within a single domain, unmatched throughout history!"

"You might not know."

Fang Che sighed, saying: "My greatest hope is that, in years ahead, I can set everything aside, and be like you, uninhibited, carefree, following my heart, yet unknown to others, living like that."

"This is my lifelong greatest hope!"

Fang Che spoke these words with utmost sincerity and earnestness.

Even those extremely adverse to him could hear the sincerity in this speech.

He truly envied it!

Sikong Dou naturally sensed Fang Che’s sincerity, couldn’t help but pause, saying: "You’re young, yet you have such thoughts..."

"Life’s too tiring, bearing too much, carrying too heavy, the road ahead too far, you’re too young... can’t see ahead, unable to catch up behind..."