Chapter 146

What kind of fate was it that allowed He Zhizhou to inadvertently grab his hand just as he turned around?

The sky had gradually darkened without anyone noticing. The thick night grew out of the shadows of the trees that blocked out the sun, covering the gloomy brow of the man in front of him.

So wickedly charming, domineering, and self-centered.

While others ran with the ball, He Zhizhou has the honor of living an advanced version—running with the Demon Lord and co-starring with the big brother beside him in a show called “The Runaway Zhizhou and the Genius Demon Lord.”

(T/N: commonly used in Chinese novels when the protagonist is running away from the partner after knowing that she is pregnant.)

“Big… big brother.”

This time, he couldn’t muster a smile. His facial features were contorting wildly, and his voice trembled uncontrollably: “I grabbed the wrong person. Can we go back and switch?”

He Zhizhou had a very clear understanding of his own abilities.

His master was often away, and he himself loved to play. Although he was an avid collector, frequently purchasing a variety of secret manuals and techniques, all the books ended up in his study, collecting dust and forming a small mountain.

In short, it’s just a small waste of salted fish.

The big brother holding his hand was clearly a tough character. From a distance, he looked as imposing as a hill; up close, he seemed as angry as a bull. His head was one and a half times the size of He Zhizhou’s, and his body was enveloped in dark, demonic energy, as if he hadn’t bathed in eight hundred years, and the black grime had gained sentience, floating around him.

Coupled with that half-smile, extremely devilish expression, in one word: absolutely amazing.

“Go back?”

Qi Han raised an eyebrow and sneered coldly.

“You impudent brat, I’ll send you to the netherworld first!”

The demonic energy twisted like vines, silently wrapping around He Zhizhou’s ankles and calves; its spiritual pressure was as heavy as iron, immobilizing him and making escape a luxury.

Qi Han then lifted his free hand, intending to break He Zhizhou’s grip on him, but before he could bring his hand down, he heard rustling behind him.

His eyes filled with more killing intent as he impatiently turned around.

The dense underbrush was pushed aside, and through the thick branches emerged a head lit green by spirit mushrooms.

He was clearly a disciple of the immortal sect, with extraordinary looks and an outstanding demeanor. Sensing the commotion, the newcomer turned his head and locked eyes with the two of them.

Qi Han grew more impatient and frowned.

He Zhizhou, upon seeing the newcomer’s face, was also shocked, gasping sharply.

That nose, that mouth, those eyes, that chin, and that small, underdeveloped little brain that he knew all too well.

He Zhizhou couldn’t tell if the current situation was “wolf in front and tiger in back” or “when a fellow villager sees a fellow villager, tears flow down his face.”.

Jesus Christ, the sword cultivator who crawled out of the bushes like a dog named Wangcai, was none other than his arch-nemesis———

Ye! Zong! Heng!

Upon seeing this scene, Ye Zongheng was equally bewildered.

As a proud disciple of the Wanjian Sword Sect, he had been killing everything in his path in the trial secret realm, collecting countless tokens.

Tired from fighting, he naturally wanted to rest. He intended to find a cave for the night but ended up stumbling upon his arch-nemesis.

He Zhizhou.

Seeing his enemy, he was filled with rage.

He Zhizhou engaged in a tug-of-war with a burly young man in the woods. The two of them were holding hands with their fingers interlocked, which made him feel nauseous, and he wanted to poke his own eyes out.

Ugh, it was really disgusting.

The Demon Lord Qi Han said nothing, his eyes fixed on the unfamiliar sword cultivator, his killing intent growing stronger.

He was cloaked in demonic energy and should have been more noticeable, yet the other person only glanced at him briefly before glaring at He Zhizhou with shock and confusion, clearly very surprised.

Being smart, Qi Han immediately realized that these two must have known each other well.

While the two of them quickly assessed the situation, He Zhizhou stood silently in the eye of the storm.

Advancing or retreating meant certain death, and with Qi Han’s spiritual pressure immobilizing him, he couldn’t move. He was speechless for a moment and just wanted to shed two lines of tears to commemorate his own untimely death.

—Wait.

Maybe he still had a chance.

He Zhizhou’s brow furrowed, his mind racing, his eyes darting between the two identical grim faces, and a plan began to form.

In Qi Han’s mind, he and Ye Zongheng were old acquaintances;

And from Ye Zongheng’s perspective, he and this big bull brother were entangled in a complicated relationship, so their relationship must be very good.

With this misunderstanding, couldn’t he turn this deadly situation around? Who said being caught between enemies was a death sentence? He would turn this into a joyous occasion!

“Hah! What, you think you can kill me today?”