QT: The Rescue Of The Miserable Bigshots-Chapter 175 - 7.5

Then, he saw Lou Yan slowly take another step, with a gentle smile on his lips, and asked him softly, "Which hand did you use to catch him just now? Left hand? Right hand? Or both?"

Jiang Jiamian’s heart trembled, and he subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

Because Lou Yan had a smile on his face, but he was not smiling at all.

While Jiang Jiamian was frowning and not answering, Lou Yan had already gently shook his head, "It’s not important."

The next moment, Jiang Jiamian was caught off and the sharp light blade flashed across his eyes.

"Ah!"

The screams resounded throughout the entire hall, the attendant’s entire arm was cut off, and the warm blood spilled onto the black stone floor on the ground.

The tray in his hand naturally tilted out, and the food on the plate was scattered all over the floor.

The severe pain caused the attendant to crawl on the ground, wailing.

The other attendant also trembled and knelt down with a bang. His whole body trembled and he could hardly hold the other tray in his hand.

Lou Yan lowered his eyes and said, "It’s done."

"Yes, yes!"

The attendant’s face was ashen as dust.

The one who had one of his arms cut off had a pale face, clenched his jaw trying to hold back his wailing, and never dared to shout again.

But the more frightened he became, the more violently the attendant’s body trembled.

The sound of the plates shaking became louder and louder.

Finally, the attendant was numb and weak, and the tray could no longer be held.

In the suffocating atmosphere of the hall, the dull sound of breaking sounded again.

Lou Yan took a step back lightly, keeping his snow-white satin boots away from the vegetable soup that instantly splashed on the ground.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the large pieces of vegetable soup mixed with blood and scraps that had been spilled. Half of his face showed a hint of childish displeasure, "You have soiled my hall."

The two attendants shook their heads and spoke tremblingly, "We will clean it up now!"

"Clean it up?"

Lou Yan raised his lips, and a black wave rolled up the two people together with the debris on the ground and threw it out from the main hall.

"Ah!"

The sound of two people falling to the ground heavily and screams could be heard outside the hall.

Jiang Jiamian stared at him coldly, and finally couldn’t help but gritted his teeth and said to him, "You madman!"

"Madman?"

Lou Yan looked back at him, his eyes full of sarcasm, "You once trampled on me. Now you want to call me a madman?"

Lou Yan approached Jiang Jiamian again, staring at him with a pair of eyes as deep as a whirlpool, "It was you, Immortal Jiang."

"Me?"

Jiang Jiamian was puzzled, "Have I ever trampled on you?"

Jiang Jiamian really couldn’t remember.

Even just to be sure, he quickly poked the system in the sea of consciousness, "Did I humiliate him eight hundred years ago?"

The system said with uncertainty, "No, right? The system doesn’t remember either."

Jiang Jiamian was very annoyed, "Then why does he sound so righteous?"

Lou Yan approached him little by little, raised his hand, and gently lifted a strand of Jiang Jiamian’s hair, "Otherwise, what should I say, how often do noble immortals forget things? You were the superior existence, and I was just a cauldron that everyone could bid for. It is normal for you not to remember me."

Jiang Jiamian subconsciously wanted to try to shake off Lou Yan’s hand. But when he moved, Lou Yan suddenly tightened his grip, pulling Jiang Jiamian’s hair so hard that his scalp hurt.

The masked face quickly moved closer to him, and their breaths blended together. It was soon unclear who the breath belonged to, but Lou Yan still had no intention of stopping.

Jiang Jiamian almost reflexively wanted to take a step back, but as soon as he moved, his scalp suddenly hurt.

His hair was still tightly grasped in the madman’s hand.

Lou Yan’s face came closer and closer, and the raised nose tip of the mask almost rubbed the tip of Jiang Jiamian’s nose.

This gave Jiang Jiamian the illusion that this lunatic would bite him in the next second.

But what Jiang Jiamian never expected was that that face, no, that mask, stopped right here so close before him.

Lou Yan grabbed his hair tightly. His eyes suddenly turned red, and they felt strangely wet and glistening.

Jiang Jiamian: "..."

This lunatic is probably not going to cry!?

"I hate you." Lou Yan stared into his eyes, unable to tell whether it was anger or grievance. "I have hated you for eight hundred years. But you have completely forgotten about me."

"You... Can you explain it clearly?"

Jiang Jiamian felt so complicated that he didn’t know what to say.

He is really confused, okay?

However, the lunatic is indeed a lunatic. One second he looked as if he was about to cry, but the next second he tilted his head and grinned. He pulled Jiang Jiamian’s hair with one hand and pulled his face closer. He raised his other hand and gently touched his cheek, "Oh! By the way, I almost forgot to ask Immortal Jiang a very important question. Do you think my face is beautiful?"

Jiang Jiamian didn’t understand but nodded slightly, "Beautiful."

This was not because Jiang Jiamian was trying to survive.

But the truth.

No matter how crazy and inexplicable the madman in front of him is, it is a fact that he has a face that can be called a portrait of perfection even if only a small part of it is exposed.

"Beautiful, of course, otherwise Immortal Jiang, who has always been pure-hearted and stoic, would not have been able to do something that is out of his character."

Lou Yan laughed softly.

"But..." Lou Yan suddenly stopped laughing again and unexpectedly put his hand over the mask on his face. The mask suddenly disappeared out of thin air. Before Jiang Jiamian could take a closer look, Lou Yan suddenly raised his head and screamed, "What about this! Is it still beautiful like this!? Ah? Isn’t it still beautiful!?"

Jiang Jiamian was taken aback, and his legs and feet moved uncontrollably. He took half a step back, and for a moment he even forgot about the pain in his bones!

He looked at the other half of Lou Yan’s face under the mask in bewilderment, his heart beating uncontrollably.

That was the extremely terrifying face.

This half of the face is no longer human-like. The rugged scars lie on the burnt-yellow face. The bumps and holes are crisscrossed. The entire corner of the lip has been torn in half, and the nose is deformed. The eyebrows are gone, and one of the eyes is slightly deeper than the still intact one on the right side.

How could it happen?

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