CHAPTER 295: CHAPTER 253

A belly full of bad water, a dark and twisted heart... Mo Junhua was yet to finish talking when he heard this sly and devious scoundrel say, "...What does it matter if a grown man, tough-skinned and fleshed, gets hit a few times by Xiao Lan? How strong can a young lady possibly be?"

Ji Feng laughed with self-satisfaction, speaking as if he had no horse in the race. He knew exactly how powerful Lan Tian’s punches could be, breaking a few bones was a trivial matter for her.

Mo Junhua didn’t know about the girl’s martial prowess, but seeing Ji Feng’s sinister laughter and the intention behind getting the girl to beat him, it was clear she must be quite skilled!

Maybe he could test the girl’s limits... but it was impossible with her wielding a sword.

Lan Tian was sick and tired of dodging Mo Junhua. After listening to Ji Feng’s words, she glanced at the ruined garden and flipped her hand to put away her sword.

This was Mr. Mo’s residence, after all. Whatever was broken had to be bought and fixed; it wasn’t worth it since she hadn’t even hit Mo Junhua yet. Better to lash out physically, that would be more satisfying.

She charged towards Mo Junhua and swung her fist to punch him.

Mo Junhua blocked with a cross arm, feeling a bit numb, the force of the blow pushing him back two steps. He shook and twisted his arm to ease the numbness.

The girl’s strength was impressive.

The casualness in his eyes slowly faded, replaced with a hint of seriousness. His expression grew stern. They exchanged blows – a punch from you, a kick from me, several rounds back and forth. Mo Junhua grew increasingly cautious, now fully engaged, avoiding direct contact with Lan Tian, using her force against her.

Lan Tian hooked up a cold smile. The initial skirmish was just a warm-up, using only a fraction of her strength. Now the real fight began as she swung her fists towards Mo Junhua.

Once they clashed, Mo Junhua realized her punches were much stronger than before, and her attacks were more cunning too. Initially, Mo Junhua could manage a few exchanges, but soon even blocking became difficult, ending up with Lan Tian dominating him in a one-sided beating.

Mo Junhua knew Lan Tian was furious inside and not allowing her to vent would leave her unsettled. Towards the end, he intentionally stopped fighting back, letting Lan Tian hit him while being discreet and natural about it, so as not to make it obvious, otherwise, she’d flare up again. In fact, Mo Junhua preferred it when Lan Tian vented like this, indicating she still cared about him. He feared the worst if Lan Tian didn’t let it out and kept it bottled up, pretending nothing happened – there would be nowhere to cry.

"Mo Junhua, you scumbag, trash, dreg! Eating the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, you did! If I don’t beat you to death today, I’ll take your last name," Lan Tian cursed while beating him up, and Mo Junhua protected his head, allowing her to strike.

To beat or not to beat to death, they would share a surname either way.

"Miss, you have to be reasonable," Mo Junhua felt he could still salvage his image from the label of human scum, a title he refused to take, speaking in a voice audible just between them, "At that time, it was you who kept pulling me, insisting on coming here. I know you always say one thing and mean another, so I didn’t believe you and wanted to leave. But you wouldn’t let go, clutching on me as if your life depended on it, insisting that we come. I couldn’t break free, and you even threatened to beat me up if I didn’t come."

His voice carried a note of helplessness, and he managed to put on an expression of someone who was coerced into acting against his will.

"Cut the crap, you’re the double-talker, your whole family are double-talkers." Lan Tian was so furious that he punched Mo Junhua again. It was only after the punch that he realized something was wrong with his words, "Spouting nonsense, how could I possibly drag you here? If you’re going to lie, at least come up with a better excuse. You still dare to argue now."

He held Mo Junhua down and gave him another beating, the reputation of I, the fairy, should not be so easily slandered.

Mo Junhua was in so much pain that he was grimacing, a picture of pure agony. Lan Tian’s blows looked vicious, but he actually controlled his strength very well, mainly targeting the soft flesh on Mo Junhua’s body, painful enough to kill but not to break any bones, or he chose more visible spots, like Mo Junhua’s face, which swelled up and turned shades of green and purple like a pig’s head.

Lan Tian did not throw deadly punches because she was worried that Old Mo would nag her if he found out, and also because she was afraid he might report it to Grandma Sun and the others, which would be hard to explain when she got back.

Mo Junhua was indeed tough-skinned, but his mere mortal body couldn’t withstand such a beating from Lan Tian. Vaguely, Mo Junhua felt a change in his body; his physique strengthened dozens of times more than before. With Lan Tian’s beating, he didn’t feel much pain. He was confused as to why this was, thankful that last time he was struck by lightning, to go along with Lan Tian’s act, he deliberately shouted out loud, so the one delivering the beating would feel relieved.

It was all superficial pain and no big deal; only the injuries on his face were severe. Touching them, Mo Junhua realized he wouldn’t be able to show his face for a while. That beating, in exchange for the girl’s forgiveness, was worth it. So, Mo Junhua’s pain was on the outside, but joy filled his heart.

Lan Tian was so upset she forgot about this trick—Mo Junhua being struck by lightning had undergone Body Refinement with the Jade Liquid. This beating was nothing for Mo Junhua. By the time Lan Tian remembered, it would already have been a long time since the incident.

"The beating’s over, are you calmed down now?" Mo Junhua was concerned about Lan Tian’s hands, which must be painful after hitting him for so long. He wished he could have taken her place to hit himself, but Lan Tian would not believe it. Lan Tian looked at him with furrowed brows and tight lips, silent. Beating someone up takes physical effort, and she did not use Spiritual Energy. Having beaten him for so long, she was a bit out of breath, but she had calmed down a lot inside. For now, she did not want to deal with Mo Junhua, not because she valued that layer of skin, but because she was not ready to be with Mo Junhua yet; this man still needed to be further observed by her.

Ji Feng looked at Mo Junhua’s pig-headed face, feeling cooler than if he’d drunk iced water, secretly praising Lan Tian for beating him so skillfully, so wonderfully, so satisfyingly. If he knew Mo Junhua had slept with Lan Tian yesterday, he wouldn’t just be gloating and enjoying the show, instigating Lan Tian to punch someone, but would have urged Lan Tian to kill him on the spot.

Mo Junhua glanced at Ji Feng, whose smile was darkly gleeful, and decided to ignore him. After all, the girl was his now. If there was anything between them, it was in their past lives. In this life, he would not let this young man have the chance to approach Lan Tian.

Mo Junhua gritted his teeth and staggered as he stood up, leaning forward to whisper in Lan Tian’s ear, "Really, girl, I have evidence. If you don’t believe me, I can show it to you."

His facial expression was so sincere, his gaze so earnest.

Lan Tian felt somewhat shaken. Could it be she really did such a thing? How come she had no recollection of it at all? Yet Mo Junhua’s expression did not seem like a lie. Mo Junhua wasn’t lying; he had simply omitted and trimmed down the story, so the content was very different from the original.

"Why don’t I have any memory of this?" Lan Tian felt that things shouldn’t be like this, but couldn’t pinpoint what was different.

"You were drunk."

Lan Tian was about to ask how she could have been drinking, when a large group of people came over in a grand procession. Leading them was Old Mr. Mo, who came over anxiously, asking the servants next to him about the situation at the time.

Ji Feng saw the two of them huddled together whispering for a long time, feeling annoyed. He walked over, pushed Mo Junhua away from Lan Tian, and held Lan Tian’s hand with concern, asking, "Xiao Lan, how are you feeling? Better?"