The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 661 - 0: Let You Three Swords

January’s weather was somewhat cold; even by the sea, Binhai City still experienced snow in winter.

Long Fei and Lin Yingying drove out and found a high-end buffet restaurant to enjoy a hotpot meal.

After entering, Lin Yingying removed her coat, revealing her slender figure.

Dressed in a black evening gown, she looked exceptionally noble and elegant.

Outside the window, a sprinkle of snowflakes began to drift down, and Lin Yingying, sipping red wine, exclaimed excitedly, "It’s snowing!" ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Abundant snow heralds a bountiful year; it’s a good omen!"

Long Fei looked outside and smiled faintly, clinking glasses with her.

Lin Yingying took a sip, her cheeks flushed as she asked him, "Did you miss me when you were at sea?"

Long Fei teased her on purpose, "Miss you? Why would I? The scenery at sea is beautiful, and I had Li Zhenni for company. Just watching the sunrises and sunsets, sipping drinks with a beauty, and chatting about life made it incredibly enjoyable!"

Lin Yingying gritted her teeth and scrunched up her nose at him, "Then tonight, when we get back, I’ll have to do a thorough check. If you’re lacking in stamina, see how I’ll deal with you!"

"Can you keep it down?"

She wasn’t shy, but Long Fei was quite embarrassed.

The man at the next table had been watching them closely.

Mainly watching Lin Yingying—she was too beautiful, standing out like a white swan, hard not to attract attention.

"Serves you right, you were the one who started teasing me!"

Lin Yingying giggled mischievously; in front of him, she increasingly shed her CEO demeanor, radiating more and more feminine charm.

The two of them never lost out when eating at buffets. For a price of 288, they would eat and drink their way to nearly ten thousand.

They alone consumed half of the seafood selection.

The manager, close to tears, instructed the waitstaff to print out surveillance images of this couple and told the employees to refuse them entry the next time they came, labeling them as gluttons.

The snow kept falling heavier, and by the time it was nearly dark, a thick layer had already covered the ground.

During a snowstorm, the city became exceptionally quiet.

Streetlights illuminated, dressing the entire city in a stunning silvery white.

Lin Yingying called for a designated driver to bring the car to the company entrance.

She insisted on Long Fei walking back with her, pulling his hand.

There was some distance from here to their home, mainly because she wanted to play in the snow.

Snowfall was a rare occurrence in Binhai City; her slender high heels made a distinct crunching sound as she walked on the snow.

Trailing them was a Bentley car.

An old man sat in the back, with Lei Jun and the driver in front.

His eyes locked on Long Fei and Lin Yingying, he coldly cursed, "Heaven’s gate was open, but you didn’t enter; there’s no door to hell, yet you barged in."

Initially, he was worried about where to lay hands on the two of them.

But instead of driving, they insisted on walking.

It was fine to walk, but shortly after, they entered a deserted park.

Lin Yingying walked on the snow, hopping and jumping about, occasionally squatting down to grab a snowball and throwing it at Long Fei.

Long Fei played along with her, but his eyes were vigilant on their surroundings.

A master always inadvertently reveals their presence. Long Fei had sensed the group led by Lei Jun the moment they appeared.

He purposefully brought Lin Yingying here, looking for an opportunity to confront his pursuers.

Having had her fill of fun, Lin Yingying approached him and wrapped her arms around his neck, giggling flirtatiously, "Honey, what did you bring me here for?"

Long Fei coughed twice, thinking that the CEO’s imagination was certainly running wild.

He informed Lin Yingying, "Don’t jump to conclusions, we’ve got company."

"Company?"

Lin Yingying looked around; all she saw were pine and cypress trees shrouded in white snow.

In such a secluded place, there couldn’t be anyone else.

Before she finished speaking, the sound of footsteps crunching on snow echoed through the little path.

An elderly man dressed in a black Tang suit, wrapped in a scarf, with drooping eyelids revealed his true face.

He cradled a longsword in his arms, its scabbard made of bamboo, shiny with patina, visibly an item of many years.

Originally, Lin Yingying wanted to have a romantic moment here, but then out of nowhere, this thing appeared.

Under the dim, yellow street lights, it was quite frightening.

Startled, Lin Yingying demanded, "Who are you?"

"Your killer!"

The old man’s voice came from deep within his throat, sounding colder than snowflakes.

"Do you think you’re capable?"

Lin Yingying was now at the Initial Stage of the Enlightenment Realm in cultivation level, and with a wave of her hand, she summoned her Yin Yang Sword.

Under the streetlight, a cold light flickered, casting two sword shadows.

The old man raised his eyebrows slightly and scoffed disdainfully at Long Fei, "What, you want a woman to fight your battles? Her cultivation level at the Initial Stage of the Enlightenment Realm isn’t enough to scare me."

He had already seen through Lin Yingying’s cultivation level but couldn’t gauge Long Fei’s.

In the Cultivation World, only those of high realms can probe the levels of those beneath them.

That was why he hadn’t instantly attacked.

Long Fei asked, "You’re from the Yan Family, aren’t you?"

"Yes," the old man admitted nonchalantly.

Long Fei chuckled lightly, "Has the Yan Family really run out of people? Sending any Tom, Dick, or Harry to kill?"

"You’re quite arrogant!"

Red light flashed in the old man’s eyes as he lifted the sword in his hand.

"This Purple Bamboo Sword of mine has claimed countless lives. To kill two cultivators at the Enlightenment Realm today would indeed be a pleasure!"

From a distant pavilion, Lei Jun, holding night vision binoculars, grumbled discontentedly, "If you’re going to fight, just fight, what’s with all the chatter?"

He was a bit worried about Lin Yingying and had specifically instructed the old man only to kill the man, not the woman.

However, the Yan Family’s members were always domineering, and he was unsure if the old man would heed his instruction.

The snow fell heavily, and as the three stood in the middle of the field, their bodies remained untouched by the snowflakes, like steadfast pines and cypresses.

Long Fei told Lin Yingying to put away her sword; with him there, it wasn’t necessary for a woman to draw her sword in her own defense.

Lin Yingying understood this was just for show anyhow.

If her husband didn’t want it, she might as well just watch the show.

"Draw your sword, let me see if the Mount Shu Sword Qi Technique of the Yan Family has made any progress!"

Long Fei stood with his hands clasped behind him, looking nonchalantly at the old man.

The old man narrowed his eyes and called out coldly, "You seem to have wide knowledge, but it’s a pity you have offended our Yan Family. I, Yan Zizhu, need only three swords to kill. If I can’t kill you with three swords, I’ll admit defeat!"

He prepared himself thoroughly, not wanting the ’ant’ in front of him to feel that he was using his greater power unfairly.

Yet Long Fei only smiled lightly, "No matter, I shall give you three swords."

His eyes were as deep as the sea, making it difficult to tell if he was bluffing or if he truly possessed the strength he implied.

"Arrogant!"

Yan Zizhu’s anger was provoked, and with a singsong twang, his Purple Bamboo Sword was drawn three inches.

Instantly, the Sword Qi within rushed out, carving a sword mark on the ground and howling towards Long Fei.

That was the Sword Spirit nurtured by his spiritual power within the Purple Bamboo Sword, three inches in length.

Killing like a shadow, unseen with the sword, taking lives between unsheathing and drawing.

Known as Yan Three Swords, Yan Zizhu didn’t have many Sword Spirits, but his kills were swift.

A faint smirk played on Long Fei’s lips; as the Sword Qi approached, Yan Zizhu fully expected to behead him.

Who could have known, without Long Fei even moving, that a whirlpool-like watery barrier appeared before him?

The Sword Qi dove in and didn’t even cause a ripple, silently vanishing into nothingness.

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