Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 1049: Chapter 813: Reunion

Amidst the mysterious atmosphere at the Yingzhou dinner party, Yuan Yuan sat straight, holding a teacup, calmly lowering her eyes, as if utterly unaware of the cold stares around her.

She only occasionally turned her head to look beside her, full of confusion: ”Why are you sliding down?”

”...”

The Wood Cottage, slowly sliding down the tatami chair, looked up at her words, with a stiff smile: ”I’m just relaxing?”

”Relaxing under the table?”

”It’s cooler down here!”

The Wood Cottage’s expression stiffened for a moment, then shrank down further.

Yuan Yuan seemed to notice, raised her eyes, and looked towards the curtains in the distance.

Sensing the faint gaze from behind the curtains, she suddenly understood.

”Someone you know?”

”Honestly, I’ve only met them once.”

Yuan Yuan became more enlightened, ”A victim?”

The Wood Cottage’s eye twitched wildly for a long time, nodding with difficulty: ”...Kind of.”

”Then you deserve it.”

After Little Nineteen’s countless doorstop sword-slashing incidents became public, Yuan Yuan couldn’t care less: ”Handle it yourself.”

”...”

If only I could solve it myself.

The Wood Cottage was about to speak, hesitated, and then sighed longingly to the sky, giving up as he took out his phone to play a game.

The middle-aged man at the table opposite finally couldn’t stand it anymore, angrily slapped the table, and glared over: ”How dare you come here, you thief?!”

For a moment, everyone’s eyes almost turned towards him.

Excitement gleamed.

Here it comes, here it comes, Instructor Sato’s direct disciple finally erupted!

”Why are you shouting so loud?”

The Wood Cottage’s hand trembled from the shouting, causing a mistake in the game, resulting in a decisive loss, and he rolled his eyes, retorting: ”Could you please watch your words, my friend? I am, after all, a guest invited by His Excellency, the Sword Saint. Why can’t I come? What, did you just discover that in Yingzhou, you can’t drink if you’re under eighteen? Are you so anxious that you’ve called 110 or plan to write a complaint letter?”

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

They suddenly realized, well, maybe, perhaps... the dojo hadn’t noticed this?

Even Jiangkou, who erupted, was stunned for a long time. Interrupted, half of the rebuke he had been brewing was forgotten, and his anger surged even higher, coldly questioning: ”Guest? Everyone here tonight is a samurai qualified in Sword Hunting, so where’s your sword from? Do you dare to explain?”

”Why wouldn’t I dare?”

The Wood Cottage picked his nose, calmly replied: ”Strangely enough, yesterday I was taking a walk by the river and accidentally ran into someone climbing out of the river.

That guy looked sneaky and sinister, obviously no good, so I went up and asked him the same question as you—”

The Wood Cottage leaned in, mimicking vividly: ”Where did your sword come from?”

”And guess what happened?”

”That guy turned and ran, and I ended up cutting him down! He ran so fast, his body fell into the river, and I couldn’t retrieve it.”

He picked up the teacup and sighed: ”I suppose those who are virtuous deserve heaven’s treasures, probably because that little thief wasn’t worthy...”

Silence, an astonished silence.

Everyone was dumbfounded, looking over in shock, never having seen someone so shameless.

For a moment, no one could respond.

Only Wood Cottage savored the ever-thickening resentment with hot tea, finally feeling at ease.

This is the taste!

With a low cracking sound, the table in front of Jiangkou was already pressed with a crack.

The middle-aged man’s face turned livid, no longer able to contain his rage, a sliver of cold light shone in his eyes: ”What’s the point of your glib tongue, you fraud, dare you show your true colors under my command!”

”Of course I don’t dare.”

The Wood Cottage’s voice resonated, shamelessly replying: ”If I had known you sent invitations here to beat me, I wouldn’t have come...”

The young man raised his head, disdainfully glancing at the man opposite, twirling his phone in his hand. Each spin made the veins on Jiangkou’s temple throb violently.

In his opinion, these guys practiced swordsmanship until their brains exploded. If they directly ganged up and drew swords to hack him, he might be a bit scared, but when it comes to verbal duels, Take a Little Junior Brother was in his element.

A Gold Medal troll who gets banned six times a month has nothing to fear about this, right?

As for fighting? Just come on.

Come, hit here!

At that time, not only will the Wood Cottage not resist, but he will also help you film it. He’s already thought of the title, with two ’Shocking’, one ’Quick Share’, and one ’Watch Before It’s Deleted’...

Guaranteed that they will be famous across Yingzhou by tomorrow, going global.

Right across, Jiangkou’s face turned from livid to crimson, already furious to the extreme, about to erupt and draw his sword, but his expression froze.

The movement abruptly stopped.

As if he had seen a ghost.

He looked at the Wood Cottage’s back in shock, seemingly incredulous, eyes widening, his jaw almost dropping.

How old are you? Still using this trick to fool kids.

The Wood Cottage sneered, such antics he gave up when he was eight.

Just as he was about to throw in a couple more sarcastic remarks, he suddenly realized something was off, because more and more people were looking behind him.

Including Yuan Yuan beside him.

But from his perception, there was clearly no one behind him.

Only a faint scent of perfume, carried subtly by the breeze.

The tatami slightly trembled, and the person behind bent down, sat down, curiously observing his face.