Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

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He Yuzhu's expression was cold and stern, his gaze like two sharp lightning bolts, shining brightly in the night. Without hesitation, he pointed his spear at the male assassin first.

He spoke, his voice as sharp and cold as a frosty night wind, each word distinct and deliberate:

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

However, the male assassin was like a stubborn rock, his jaw clenched tightly, his cheeks slightly bulging from the effort.

Faced with He Yuzhu's interrogation, he not only kept his lips tightly shut and remained silent, but also arrogantly raised his chin, his nostrils almost pointing to the sky.

His eyes were full of disdain, and the arrogant aura emanating from him seemed to declare that He Yuzhu was nothing more than an insignificant ant in his eyes, not worth even a second glance.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu thought to himself that it would be pointless to waste words on this stubborn person.

So, he decisively turned his gaze and fixed it steadily on the female assassin beside him.

He looked relaxed, as if casually raising his hand and giving a light pat.

In an instant, an invisible primordial energy hidden in the void, carrying immense power, struck the female assassin like an arrow released from a bow.

The female assassin felt a buzzing in her head, the world spinning around her, her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground with a thud, her delicate body twitching slightly.

He Yuzhu stepped forward steadily and deftly pulled the strip of cloth stuffed in the female assassin's mouth.

The female assassin regained her breath, gasping for air, her chest heaving violently. She raised her head, her eyes burning with anger and hatred as she stared intently at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a playful smile, and his gaze swept slowly over the female assassin as if it were a tangible object.

His eyes held both disdain for the life-or-death threat and a hint of mockery.

The female assassin's sharp gaze instantly changed, filled with shame and anger. Her once fair and snow-white face flushed crimson, as if ignited by a flame.

The anger, humiliation, and other emotions that had been building up inside him erupted like a burst dam, instantly transforming into a spitting outful of curses:

"Bah! You shameless scoundrel, you'll die a horrible death!"

He Yuzhu seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, remaining unmoved and letting out a cold laugh, the sound carrying a hint of mockery, like a sharp blade slicing through the silence:

"Ha, you sneaked into my room in the middle of the night to assassinate me, with a knife firmly to my neck, and now you won't let me fight back?"

The female assassin trembled uncontrollably with rage, her chest heaving violently like a volcano about to erupt, and she gritted her teeth as she said:

Even so, you can't be this vulgar!

He Yuzhu threw his head back and burst into loud laughter, the sound like a booming bell, echoing wildly in the dim, deathly silent room, making everyone's eardrums ache.

"Haha! You're determined to take my life, and you're still talking to me about rules? What, do you expect me to be a fool, obediently surrendering and waiting for you to end my life with one blow?"

As he spoke, He Yuzhu stepped forward, extended his broad palm, and gently pinched the female assassin's delicate face with his thumb and forefinger.

This face is like a piece of fine jade, meticulously carved, so delicate it's almost perfect, with a hint of baby fat.

Under the dim, shimmering light, it exudes a delicate charm, much like the most beautiful flowers blooming freely on branches in spring, swaying in the breeze, dazzlingly beautiful.

He Yuzhu shook his head slightly, a complex expression appearing on his face, and clicked his tongue in disapproval:

"Such a beautiful face should have shone brightly in the world and become the focus of everyone's attention, but she is about to pass away. It is truly a pity."

Upon hearing this, the female assassin's once fair face drained of color instantly, turning deathly pale. However, her innate stubbornness held her firmly, preventing her from showing weakness. Her eyes widened, filled with anger and resentment, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Hmph, if you're so capable, just kill me with one blow. Don't pretend and play these hypocritical tricks!"

He Yuzhu's lips curled into a slow, meaningful smile, a smile that held an unfathomable depth. He spoke slowly, word by word:

"No, no, no, killing you? That would be such a waste. A beauty as captivating as you, whose every move can stir the heart, will be of great use to me in the future."

The female assassin, Lin Wanting, trembled uncontrollably, like a withered leaf battered by a raging storm.

The anger and resentment in her heart were like a surging tide, almost drowning her.

Her beautiful eyes widened as if she wanted to devour He Yuzhu alive. She glared at him fiercely and shouted angrily:

"You shameless scoundrel, if you dare to mess with me, my master will never let you get away with it!"

He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow slowly, as if time itself had slowed down for him. A playful smile curled at the corner of his mouth, like a cat teasing a mouse it had caught.

He teased, "Oh? Who is your master? Tell me. If he's powerful, I might let you off the hook and make a good connection."

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanting's eyes flashed with surprise, as if lightning had struck them. Her nerves, which had been taut like a bowstring due to extreme tension, relaxed slightly, and she subconsciously asked, "You really will let me go?"

He Yuzhu still had a half-smile on his face, and said in a drawn-out tone, "That depends on your master's skills."

In reality, He Yuzhu knew perfectly well that he was just teasing her. In that brief exchange just now, relying on his rich combat experience accumulated over many years, he accurately judged at a glance that the female assassin Lin Wanting's martial arts skills were mediocre.

She had only just entered the realm of Dark Force, and the energy within her body was like a small flame that had just been lit, flickering and unstable.

In contrast, the male assassin exuded a calm and steady aura, like an ancient pool, and his martial arts had reached the peak of the Dark Force.

Moreover, the male assassin wielded an extremely sharp weapon, its gleaming light exuding a chilling aura, which caused Huo Yingdong to be suppressed and forced to retreat step by step. The situation was extremely critical, like a lone boat in a storm, which could be swallowed up at any moment.

A struggle flashed in Lin Wanting's eyes; she was torn between two conflicting emotions. After hesitating for a long while, she bit her lower lip slightly, her voice trembling as if she had mustered all her courage to say:

"As long as you promise not to bully me, I will tell you the truth."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu threw his head back and burst into laughter. His laughter was as hearty as thunder in a clear sky, yet it also carried a hint of mockery.

"Hey! Weren't you the one who seduced me just now? Why are you scared now?"

As soon as she said those words, Lin Wanting felt a surge of heat rush from her neck to her cheeks, like a flame being lit, and she instantly blushed with embarrassment.

Lin Wanting devoted herself to martial arts from a young age, and began her long martial arts career in that small martial arts school.

Every day at the first crow of the rooster, she would get up and practice horse stance, her clothes soaked with sweat countless times, which would slide down her cheeks and back and drip onto the ground beneath her feet.

Unfortunately, her talent was not outstanding among her fellow disciples. She often had to spend several times more time and effort to figure out and practice moves that others could easily learn.

Countless days and nights, through cold and heat, she devoted a great deal of effort to that training ground, repeatedly honing each move, yet for many years she remained stuck at a bottleneck in her martial arts skills.

Every attempt to break through felt like crashing into an invisible wall, exhausting all strength in vain.

Until the last two years, perhaps by divine favor, or perhaps by the power of her extraordinary perseverance over the years, she accidentally fell into a mysterious valley while gathering herbs in the mountains. In a cave at the bottom of the valley, she discovered a lost martial arts manual.

With the guidance of the secret manual and his own years of accumulated foundation, he barely managed to enter the realm of Dark Force.

But for her, the perfection of internal strength was like a star in the sky, seemingly close at hand, with a faint starlight that she could see with a glance, but in reality, it was unattainable.

The road to perfection is a long and arduous journey filled with thorns and obstacles. Every step forward requires an unimaginable price, and it is unknown how many more storms one must endure before reaching that unattainable peak.

Not long ago, Senior Brother Xu Changfeng received an extremely difficult assassination mission, targeting two people.

These two were no ordinary people; they were surrounded by numerous guards and acted with extreme caution. The mission was of unparalleled difficulty and could hardly be completed by one person alone. Therefore, he sought help from Lin Wanting.

Lin Wanting, born in Southeast Asia, possesses a graceful figure and bright, expressive eyes. She embodies both the boldness and openness of a Southeast Asian woman and the composure honed through life's trials. To ensure the assassination's success, her employer meticulously prepared a hotel waitress uniform for her. The well-tailored and elegantly colored uniform served as a disguise for her to infiltrate the target's location.

Lin Wanting was filled with trepidation, her hands unconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes. Although her heart was churning like a stormy sea, the thought that as long as she could successfully complete the mission and obtain a generous reward, she could finally escape the hardships of the past. All her efforts were worthwhile, and this strengthened her resolve.

Southeast Asian women have always been open-minded. In her mind, using her beauty to approach a target is undoubtedly much safer than fighting head-on with real weapons.

So she proceeded methodically according to the plan, moving lightly with a tray in her hand, on which were carefully prepared drinks. With a professional smile on her face, she cautiously approached He Yuzhu, a hint of murderous intent flashing in her eyes from time to time, trying to kill him the moment he lowered his guard.

However, no matter how meticulous and detailed the plan was, something still went wrong.

He Yuzhu, seasoned by time, possessed exceptional vigilance. Just as he was quietly concealing himself, preparing to deliver a fatal blow like a cheetah, he managed to suppress his aura to the extreme. However, a slight creaking sound from a loose wooden plank beneath his feet was still keenly detected by the enemy.

In that instant of eye contact, time seemed to freeze, solidifying in the tense atmosphere.

He Yuzhu felt a sense of foreboding. His meticulously planned scheme was now like a candle flickering in the wind, teetering on the brink of collapse, and the shadow of failure loomed over his mind.

The assassin was also filled with turmoil. If he could decisively pull the trigger at this moment and make He Yuzhu bleed on the spot, this assassination operation would end silently like a ghost in the night, leaving no trace.

But fate had other plans to cruelly mock them at this crucial moment. Not only did his operation fail, and he was cleverly subdued by He Yuzhu, but his senior brother, who had come with him, was also subdued in the chaos, and both of them became prisoners.

Their key target in this assassination attempt was caught in the chaos, with the enemy seizing control of the situation with swift and decisive action, leaving them in a desperate situation, their hopes of turning the tide shattered like bubbles.

Chapter 561: Sealing Kung Fu

This bizarre sight made Lin Wanting blush instantly, feeling so ashamed she wanted to disappear.

She felt her face burning hot, her heart pounding wildly in her chest as if it would burst out of her chest. She wished a crack would immediately appear beneath her feet so she could hide in it and avoid this extremely embarrassing scene.

However, He Yuzhu showed no sign of restraint, his face still bearing that carefree, frivolous smile, as he threatened Lin Wanting:

"If you don't obediently tell the truth, believe me, I'll start treating you like my wife!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves in Lin Wanting's heart.

Her cheeks instantly turned as red as ripe apples, a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

She bit her lower lip lightly, and said coyly and reproachfully, "I... I told you."

After speaking, she slightly raised her head, puffed out her chest, and said with a hint of pride:

"My master's name is Zhao Yunhai."

"Zhao Yunhai?"

He Yuzhu deliberately dragged out his words, feigning surprise, his eyes wide open as if he had heard some earth-shattering name, his face full of shock.

Lin Wanting's pretty face was now filled with pride.

She proudly puffed out her small, exquisite chest, as if to announce her extraordinary nature to the whole world, and called out in a sweet voice:

"Hmph! Now you all know how powerful I am, right? You'd better release me right now!"

In her heart, her master Zhao Yunhai was renowned, and others should show him respect.

But He Yuzhu on the other side simply shook his head slightly, looking blank, and spread his hands, saying: