820: Chapter 820: “The Grass on the Grave Has Grown Two Zhang High 820: Chapter 820: “The Grass on the Grave Has Grown Two Zhang High Paris is a city filled with a romantic atmosphere, where you can see many wandering poets singing.

Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing followed the sound to its source and saw a man in a jacket holding a thick book, singing loudly.

The cover of the book was in Greek letters, and they didn’t recognize what it was.

The man sang loudly as he walked toward Ye Chenfeng and his two companions.

Ye Chenfeng’s hand holding the suitcase suddenly tightened, and his entire body’s combat cells immediately became active, ready to strike at any moment!

“O Muse of Ao, Muse of Theo,

The hero’s harp, the lover’s Pipa,

Once won fame on your shores,

But now it’s silent in its birthplace;

Ah, that song has spread far to the west,

Beyond your ancestors’ ‘Island Paradise.'”

…”

When he arrived in front of Ye Chenfeng and his companions, the poetry stopped abruptly.

Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing looked at the man with curiosity.

He slowly lowered the book, revealing a sharply defined and handsome face.

Despite the stubble and messy hair, his heroic spirit could not be hidden.

Seeing Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing, the man’s eyes lit up, and he curved his lips into a wicked smile: “Two beautiful ladies, welcome to Paris!”

Not only that, he also prepared to take their small hands to kiss the back of them.

In a flash, Ye Chenfeng dashed over, blocking the two in front of him, and extended his hand with a grin: “Hey, if you want to kiss, then kiss me.

They just washed their hands, and I just went to the toilet without washing mine!”

The man smiled: “This gentleman is quite humorous!”

“Humorous?

I really did just go to the toilet.

You’ll know if you kiss my hand.” Ye Chenfeng said seriously.

“Ugh…”

This evoked disgust from Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing, who thought to themselves: This guy is just too gross.

“Ye Chenfeng!” Chu Qingxue glared at Ye Chenfeng with her beautiful eyes, seemingly blaming him for his rudeness.

The man curved his lips in a half-smile: “It’s fine, Miss Chu.

I’m a friend of Mr.

Ye!”

“Your friend?” Chu Qingxue looked at Ye Chenfeng suspiciously.

Ye Chenfeng put down the other suitcase and draped his right arm over the man’s shoulder: “An old friend, with me having tales and him having wine!”

“Oh, oh!”

Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing stared at Ye Chenfeng and the man, but their hearts were still full of doubt.

“Miss Chu, Miss Lu, let me introduce myself, Simon Williams, though everyone likes to call me the ‘Literary Demon’!” said the man with a smile.

Ye Chenfeng’s eyes narrowed to two sharp pinpricks; the hand on the Literary Demon’s shoulder trembled slightly.

Just as he suspected, this person was indeed the Literary Demon.

It was said that this guy was an autistic child who was bullied by classmates and even humiliated by teachers.

One day in class, his Special Ability awakened, and he used a pen to kill everyone in the class.

Since then, he had become bloodthirsty, earning the title of Literary Demon.

It was rumored that the book he held was made of human skin.

After killing the entire class, he skinned the teacher alive and made a book to record it.

This habit persisted, and it was unfortunate to fall into the hands of the Literary Demon, not just because of death but because of being made into a human skin book.

One could imagine that the Dragon Slaying Plan was recorded in a human skin book.

Ye Chenfeng thought to himself, if Chu Qingxue and Lu Wanqing knew that the book the Literary Demon held was made of human skin, they might faint from fear.

“Literary Demon?

That nickname sounds odd,” Lu Wanqing said suspiciously.

“Hello, you must be a good friend of Ye Chenfeng, or you wouldn’t be here to pick us up,” Chu Qingxue said.

The Literary Demon smiled: “Of course, Mr.

Ye and I have been through life and death together.”

“Really?” Chu Qingxue asked doubtfully.

Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a bitter smile, suspecting that the life and death he referred to would soon lead to a deadly confrontation.

Speaking of which, Ye Chenfeng had to thank the Literary Demon; thanks to his bizarre hobby, he recorded the Dragon Slaying Plan.

But Ye Chenfeng had another question: who had sent him here?

Ye Chenfeng smiled: “You two go on ahead.

Don’t keep others waiting.

We old friends have some catching up to do!”

“Alright!”

Chu Qingxue caught a glimpse of something different in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes and nodded.

She and Lu Wanqing left together.

“Shall we go to the place we should?” Ye Chenfeng’s eyes flashed a sharp glint.

The man didn’t speak, with a smile on his lips, turned and walked away with big strides.

Ye Chenfeng followed.

This is the baggage transfer area, a place he somehow found.

It was deserted and empty.

“Literary Demon, what is your purpose?” Ye Chenfeng asked coldly.

“To kill you!” a hint of excitement flashed in the man’s eyes.

Ye Chenfeng smiled: “Many have said the same, and now they all share the same fate—the grass on their graves is two meters tall.”

“Is that so?

My ending will be different!”

“So sure?”

“Yes, I am a confident person.

Décades of experience have proven that my confidence is justified.

Rest assured, today’s thrilling and exciting battle will be recorded in my human skin book.”

“Oh?

Unfortunately, you are destined to lie here today.

I’ve checked out the place; the environment is nice!”

“Are you sure it’s me and not you?”

“I’m also overflowing with confidence!”

“Then let’s find out?”

“Watch out!”

Before the words could fall, Ye Chenfeng suddenly threw a punch.

This punch had oceanic power.

Before it even landed, the explosive force crackled in the air, sweeping up a cloud of dust!

The Literary Demon’s eyes flashed with a murderous look, and he countered with a punch.

“Boom!”

It sounded like two stars colliding, creating a blast noise.

Neither retreated a step.

Both stood their ground.

“Not bad!”

Ye Chenfeng smiled, then slapped out with a palm like a rolling thunder, a hot wave sweeping forward!

The man’s disheveled hair was lifted, the scorching air pressing against his face.

The Literary Demon’s lips curved into a cold arc, and he punched forward.

“Clang!”

When the fist met palm, it sounded like metal clashing.

That showed how hard their fists and palms were!

But in the first exchange, the Literary Demon was clearly at a disadvantage and had to retreat a few steps!

The next moment, Ye Chenfeng no longer held back.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the Literary Demon, his hand transforming into a claw at an incredible angle, clawing up.

The Literary Demon retreated quickly, but he was still scratched!