He whispered a reminder: "Your Majesty, that young man should be about the same age as the young lady."

It's extremely easy to find someone your age who is good-looking, and this girl is especially beautiful.

The tyrant watched the hamster with its bristling fur cracking open sunflower seeds and said nonchalantly, "What's there to be afraid of? I'll be right here watching. If he harbors any ill intentions, I can twist his head off in an instant."

Li Wanglai: "..."

Your Majesty, can't you please be more careful? This is clearly not the point I wanted to make.

Just as Li Wang was considering whether to clarify things further, the tyrant suddenly kicked him, his voice nonchalant, "Go, find me a sack."

...

"Do you want to know about the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang? Don't listen to those people's fabrications. Ask me anything you want to know."

"He who takes a man's money is bound to him; he who eats another man's food is bound to him." The masked youth was very much in line with the code of honor in the martial arts world, and had an attitude of "I know everything."

Shen Jiao didn't have any questions. Ji Yan had already explained the important points to her.

She glanced at the incense sticks not far away; they were already two-thirds burned. Once they were completely burned out, she would be forced to do it.

"Whatever, say whatever you know," Shen Jiao said.

“That’s easy.” The masked boy cracked sunflower seeds quickly and asked her for another handful.

He then slowly began to speak: "Actually, this Southern Xinjiang Whip King is nothing special. He has a whip that is two meters and eighty centimeters long, with sharp barbs from end to end. However, having barbs is not a good thing, as it can easily tear clothes."

"If you're worried about tearing your clothes, why add barbs?" Shen Jiao frowned, unable to imagine her beautiful dress being torn by a whip.