Oops, the princess is surrounded by the male protagonists

Chapter 485 What We Men Are Most Taboo About

"I?"

Yuwen Cheng covered his face with a round fan, pinched his throat, and spoke in pretended fear.

"Of course, your skin is as white as cream and your face is as beautiful as a peach. I have never seen a woman as beautiful as you in all these years!"

Mo Yutian wiped the saliva as he spoke.

"How can a woman like me, old and ugly, be worthy of you, hero? Look at my wife who is still young and beautiful. Why don't you go find her?"

Yuwen Cheng pointed at Yuwen Yi who was standing beside him.

"She's pretty good-looking, but she's too tall. Compared to a petite girl like you..."

"...You said I was petite and cute?"

Yu Wencheng put down the fan and looked at Mo Yutian with gritted teeth.

"Yes, it happens to be a match made in heaven for me!"

The other party thought that he had persuaded Yuwen Cheng, and immediately smiled charmingly.

"Okay, let's go in. I will definitely serve you well!"

Yu Wencheng, who was so angry that he laughed, threw a coquettish glance at Mo Yutian. The man, who was completely bewitched by him, immediately followed Yu Wencheng into the house.

"I think Mo Yutian is dead this time!"

When the door closed with a soft "click", Yuwen Yi leaned close to Bai Yue and spoke in a low voice.

"Silly uncle, grandpa looks so angry!"

Yuwen Tianle also felt Yuwen Cheng's anger, so he pulled the corner of Yuwen Yi's clothes with curiosity.

"You have to remember, you little brat, what we men hate most is being called mean!"

"And what I hate most is being called small and stupid!"

Yuwen Yi pinched his nephew's face and explained earnestly.

"The four words 'petite and lovely' on the surname Mo hit your grandfather's lungs with incredible precision. I wonder if he can get it in today, or if he can get it in again..."

Before he could say the word "come out", there was a loud "bang" from the tightly closed door.

"Beauty?! You...ah——!"

Mo Yutian's roar of shock and anger had just come out when he was interrupted by another heavy muffled sound.

"Petite and lovely? Humph, do you still think I'm petite now, sir?"

There was no anger in Yu Wencheng's voice, only a kind of almost playful coldness.

"Ouch! My nose! My teeth! Don't hit my face! Don't hit my face!"

Mo Yutian's signature romantic tone had long since disappeared, leaving only the pig-slaughtering wails and incoherent pleas for mercy.

"Auntie, please spare me! I was wrong! I was blind! Ah——!"

"Sir, please don't, didn't you ask me to serve you well? You can't stand it after just a few strokes?"

Along with this gentle question, there was the "puff" sound of a fist hitting the soft spot, and Mo Yutian's sudden and high-pitched cry of pain, almost causing a stitch in the side.

"It hurts!"

Yuwen Yi outside the door grimaced when he heard this, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch his cheeks and ribs. Yuwen Tianle even grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly, obviously unable to expect that his grandfather Cheng would be so violent.

"A match made in heaven? Haha..."

Accompanied by an extremely heavy and muffled sound of "bang!", the room suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

"Squeak-"

After a cup of tea, the door was opened a crack from the inside, and then Yuwen Cheng came out holding a round fan.

"Dad! Are you okay?"

Bai Yue and Yuwen Yi walked quickly to his side, while the other party shook his head, his face filled with indignation.

"This Mo Yutian is indeed a bastard. There's actually a secret room hidden in the room with all kinds of torture instruments! I'm going to light a fire right now, and burn this room and this bastard together..."

Before Yu Wencheng could finish his words, Mo Yutian stumbled out. His nose was crooked and collapsed, and his face was covered with blood. But he still forced himself to hold on to a bamboo tube and fired a flare into the sky.

"You...you...you bastard!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with heart-wrenching venom.

"I...I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill your entire family! None of you bastards will survive today!"

"Kill us all? Just with your useless thing?"

Yuwen Cheng and Yuwen Yi looked at him at the same time, and an invisible pressure seemed to make the temperature of the entire yard drop a few degrees.

"Humph! I'm Mr. Mo from the Sword Casting Villa after all. My helpers will be here soon!"

Mo Yutian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his mouth with two missing front teeth showed an ugly smile, which made everyone present laugh.

"It seems I didn't hit you hard enough. I should knock all your teeth out, and then you'll behave!"

Yuwen Cheng rolled up his sleeves and prepared to take action. At this moment, a dozen disciples dressed in the uniforms of the Sword Casting Villa broke open the gate and rushed in.

"Second Master! Are you okay?"

The leading disciple looked at him nervously. When Mo Yutian saw the reinforcements arriving, his expression immediately changed.

"Quickly capture these demonic cultists! They sneaked into the villa with ill intentions and even tried to hurt me!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the disciples set up their sword formation without saying a word.

"Dad, it's my turn this time!"

Yuwen Yi raised the round fan in his hand, his nonchalant look was totally out of tune with the tense atmosphere.

"on!"

At the command of the leading disciple, more than a dozen people attacked at the same time, and the sword light rained down on Yuwen Yi.

The opponent was not in a hurry. He just used the round fan to draw a graceful arc in front of him. However, that seemingly light movement brought up a sharp gust of wind, which made the three disciples in the front feel numb in their wrists and their swords flew out of their hands.

"excuse me!"

Yuwen Yi's figure shuttled through the sword formation like a ghost. Every time he waved the round fan, a disciple would scream in pain and retreat.

After more than a dozen rounds, seven or eight people were lying on the ground, and the rest were all frightened and did not dare to move forward.

"What a 'fan hidden sword'! Let me see for myself!"

A gray figure swooped in from outside the courtyard wall like a giant bird, holding a huge sword in its hand and slashing towards Yuwen Yi with the force of thunder.

He spun his fan rapidly, barely blocking the fatal blow, but the giant sword circumambulated the fan like a snake and stabbed at his wrist again.

"Aunt Mo, please show mercy!"

Yuwen Cheng moved as fast as lightning, using the round fan in his hand to wave away the giant sword. Gray Shadow was stunned when he heard this. After squinting his eyes and looking at Yuwen Cheng carefully for a long time, he uttered a sound of surprise.

"You are... Cheng'er?"

"Grandma Mo, you are amazing. I haven't seen you for a few years, but your skills are still as powerful as ever!"

Yuwen Yi also put away his fan and spoke with a playful smile.

"Are you... Xiaoyi?"

The other party was even more shocked when he recognized Yu Wen Yi's identity. At this moment, an old man behind her spoke to Bai Yue in surprise.

"Aren't you Dazhuang? Why...why did you end up at the Sword Forging Villa?"