Xiao Chengzhe took a big gulp of beer. He felt something was wrong, he felt things shouldn't be like this. He should be the one who achieves fame and fortune, reaching the pinnacle of life, while Xiao Chengnuo should be trampled into the dust, suffering a fate worse than death!

Everything was wrong with Xiao Chengnuo; without him, everything would be normal. A hint of madness flashed in Xiao Chengzhe's eyes as he watched a car speed past him and quickly started the engine.

"It's been a week already!" Zou Minchen complained to Qingyun as he drove. These days, he could see her but not have her, and Qingyun still liked to flirt with him, which almost drove Zou Minchen crazy.

Since getting together with Qingyun, neither of them likes having other people around them, so Zou Minchen does everything himself, from driving to cooking. Fortunately, these trivial matters distract Zou Minchen, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to put up with it until now.

"Drive carefully." Qingyun pushed away the man who was practically clinging to her. Zou Minchen had been sexually frustrated these past few days, and now his face could only be described as "haggard."

In fact, Qingyun was also getting a little impatient. He wasn't indifferent to Zou Minchen, and a week was about the limit he could tolerate.

Zou Minchen stopped the car by the roadside without saying a word, just looking pitifully at Qingyun, looking just like a big dog with its head drooping and ears hanging down.

Qingyun felt a little reluctant, so he beckoned Zou Minchen to come closer, then leaned over and licked his dry lips with the tip of his tongue.

The softness on his lips sent shivers down Zou Minchen's spine. He couldn't resist any longer and pulled Qingyun closer, wanting to go even deeper. However, the seatbelts on both of them restricted his movements.

"Damn it!" Zou Minchen raised his hand to unbuckle the seatbelt, but Qingyun stopped him.

Qingyun pushed his shoulder and pointed out the window that there was a convenience store right by the roadside.

"I like strawberry flavor, hurry up, I'll wait for you." The warm breath from Qingyun's seductive words brushed against Zou Minchen's ear, making his eyes redden, like a predatory beast. He unbuckled his seatbelt, hugged Qingyun, and kissed her fiercely before getting out of the car and heading towards the convenience store.

If Zou Minchen wants something, someone will deliver it to him; there's absolutely no need for him to buy it himself. He knew perfectly well that Qingyun was just being mischievous again, wanting to see him embarrassed.

Qingyun watched as Zou Minchen impatiently walked into the convenience store, but the smile on her lips suddenly faltered.

His divine sense, which he had left on Xiao Chengzhe, was rapidly approaching.

Qingyun guessed Xiao Chengzhe's plan, and his expression gradually calmed down. He hadn't expected Xiao Chengzhe to be so reckless, but it was exactly what Qingyun wanted. Xiao Chengzhe had run him over with his car in public; with Ruixin's power and Zou Minchen's connections, Xiao Chengzhe definitely wouldn't have a chance to recover.

Moreover, he could conveniently use this opportunity to escape this world, just as the protagonist was completely defeated, and his mission was accomplished. He has always been ruthless, not only towards others but also towards himself.

Thinking of this, Qingyun turned her head and quietly looked at the man in the convenience store who was seriously picking out condoms.

Zou Minchen paid with a stern face. He was about to leave with a bag of things when he heard a loud "boom." Flames suddenly appeared outside the door. Zou Minchen's heart clenched, and without thinking, he rushed out.

He closed his eyes and hummed softly. After being with Nie Chenyuan, this man's passion for certain sports had become outrageous. Day after day, even Qingyun's strong body was starting to feel the strain.

He yawned, reached for his phone on the bedside table, and checked the time.

It's just past five o'clock.

He squeezed his eyes shut tightly; he had only slept for less than two hours! Qingyun finally couldn't take it anymore and kicked Nie Chenyuan off the bed.

With a thud, Nie Chenyuan pulled the blanket up and sat on the floor, looking completely bewildered: "What's wrong, darling?"

"Get out." Qingyun looked at the deep and shallow marks on her body, smiled through gritted teeth, "From today until the end of the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, get back to your own room!"

As she spoke, she swung a cushion and smashed it into Nie Chenyuan's most prominent area. Nie Chenyuan groaned as he was hit; the cushion was indeed soft, but Qingyun's strength was no joke.

He ignored everything else, got up, grabbed the bedsheet, and asked, "Honey, you're kidding, right? There's still over a week until the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, you want me to..."

With a "bang," the door slammed shut in front of Nie Chenyuan.

That night, the entire Nie residence heard their young master's wailing: "Qingyun! Darling, baby, let's talk this over again..."

Nie Chenyuan had been eagerly anticipating the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, and it finally arrived.

In a luxurious private room, the heads of several powerful families were present, exchanging pleasantries on the surface, but secretly plotting their next move. These old men usually looked down on each other, but now their minds were all on the same thing.

The "useless" heir of the Nie family with blocked meridians actually participated in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament? Is he out of his mind? And Nie Songping, that overprotective old man, just lets him court death.

The group was all filled with anxiety. The Ancient Martial Arts Tournament, ostensibly a competition and exchange among young martial artists, was in reality a means to divide the power spheres of influence among the major families. Including Lin Yuhao from the previous tournament, the Ancient Martial Arts Association had won the championship five times in a row.

Since Nie Chenyuan's meridians broke down ten years ago, the Nie family has shifted its focus to areas outside the ancient martial arts world. Although they allow their disciples to participate in the Ancient Martial Arts Tournament every year, it is clearly just a formality.

What are the plans for this year?

The group gritted their teeth as they looked at the only empty seat. Nie Songping must have anticipated their feelings, as he hadn't arrived yet.

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