Shen Jiao hugged the tyrant's waist tightly with both hands, pretending to be nonchalant as she squeezed it; the muscles were still so firm.

"What are you doing?" A voice that was hard to tell whether you were happy or angry suddenly came from above, with a slightly seductive, low tone carried on the wind.

Her hand trembled and uncontrollably slid towards the two soft mounds. In a moment of madness, she blurted out, "Wow, it's been so long since I've squeezed them. Your Majesty's buttocks are still so soft."

Ji Yan: "..."

Shen Jiao: "..." My mind is pure, I just misspoke, do you believe me or not?

She felt a chill on the top of her head, as if someone had placed a block of ice on her skull. She could easily imagine how murderous the tyrant's eyes were at that moment. She swallowed hard and buried her face in the tyrant's chest, pretending to be dead.

Ji Yan repeated incredulously, "My dragon's butt is still so soft?"

As she spoke, she felt the tyrant's grip on her loosen inch by inch. She was shocked and used her hands and feet to cling to him tightly. "It's not soft, not soft at all! I'll fight anyone who says Your Majesty's dragon butt is soft!"

Ji Yan narrowed her eyes and repeated, "Not soft?"

"Okay, then, how about soft? Is soft okay?" Shen Jiao's hair was messed up by the wind, and her mind was also in a mess, so messed up that she had no ability to think. She didn't know what this idiot Tyrant meant by repeating himself over and over again.

Do you want to kill me or torture me... never mind, it's not a big deal, let's just repeat ourselves.

Ji Yan: "Soft?"

She was unhappy with being soft, and she was unhappy with being hard. Could it be...? She tried to boldly pursue the correct answer, "Perhaps, it can be both soft and hard? When His Majesty is happy, the dragon's buttocks are soft; when His Majesty is unhappy, the dragon's buttocks are hard; when His Majesty is both happy and unhappy, the dragon's buttocks are both soft and hard, as he pleases?"

Help! What is she saying? Her brain must have been blown out of its head by the wind. What kind of Mary Sue lines is she spouting? Forget about Ji Yan, even she herself wants to punch her a couple of times.

Shen Jiao felt that even if the Seven Fairies descended to earth, they couldn't save her this time. Just then, a group of small black dots suddenly appeared behind her. They were too far away to see their clothes clearly, but she guessed they were security guards from the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion maintaining order.

At a glance, there were about thirty people, like a group of incredibly powerful beetles. Her hand on the Tyrant Dragon's butt tightened involuntarily. Damn it, so many people! Would she not even be able to catch a glimpse of the Azure Sword Saint before being beaten so badly she wouldn't recognize her own father?

Oh no, she might not have a father in this world. What if she gets beaten so badly that even her mahjong partners don't recognize her?

If you don't know someone, can you pay off gambling debts in your next life?

Ji Yan noticed the hamster's nervousness and was interrupted from his plan to teach Shen Jiao a small lesson. He stingily cast a disdainful glance at the back of his head, "They're just a bunch of trash. They can't even beat you if they attack at the same time. What are you afraid of?"

Shen Jiao: "..." Is she really that amazing? I seriously suspect that the tyrant is trying to kill her with flattery.

Also, is it possible that she wasn't afraid of those useless people, but rather that she couldn't help but pinch the tyrant's butt again?

To be honest, it's really soft and feels great to the touch.

But if there's a way out, you have to take it quickly. Shen Jiao nodded nervously, half-closing her eyes and adopting the posture of a useless beauty, feigning innocence in a very affected way, "I don't care, I'm just scared, but it's okay, His Majesty is by my side."

Damn, this time the voice was a little too forceful. I wonder if the tyrant likes this kind of thing? What if he prefers mature women and might throw her out like a shot put?

Shen Jiao was filled with fear and unease. To avoid any accidents, she secretly tied her own sash and the tyrant's sash into a tight knot.

“You make a good point.” Ji Yan didn’t pay attention to her squeaky tone or her little actions.

Instead, he suddenly stopped, picked her up, and landed on the top of a tree. His robes fluttered, and he looked dashing and heroic. Looking at the group of small black dots chasing after him, his eyes flashed with endless mockery.

Shen Jiao was a little confused: Makes sense? What makes sense?

She looked curiously at her feet. The tree branch, as thick as a baby's arm, had supported the weight of two people without breaking.

Seemingly because her eager gaze was too intense, the tyrant explained, "With your meager internal strength, you'd be lucky to even climb this tree."

Perhaps due to the fertile and unpolluted soil of Yunwu Mountain, a single tree can grow to over ten meters tall.

Shen Jiao's attention was immediately diverted, and she asked in surprise, "Wow, do I still have internal energy?"

“Of course there is, An…” Ji Yan paused, he wanted to say that the old Marquis of Anbo’s mansion had taught her martial arts since she was a child. Although her martial arts skills were mediocre, her internal strength was not bad, so bad that she was speechless.

Shen Jiao was immersed in the joy of possessing internal energy, fantasizing about walking on water with her lightness skill, and didn't hear clearly: "Huh?"

Ji Yan's eyes were deep: "It's nothing."

It's best if nothing happens; trouble comes when something does. Shen Jiao then asked, "Your Majesty just said that what I said makes sense. May I ask what I said makes sense?"

Ji Yan: "You're right. With me here, you really don't need to be afraid. Come on, let's beat them up first to whet our appetites."

Shen Jiao: "???" No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, you're talking rubbish.

She was simply expressing her fear and hoping to run fast to avoid being caught and beaten up. Why did she deliberately stop to invite a beating?

Seriously, all the speechless moments of my life have been exhausted today.

The tyrant was incredibly fast, and it took the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion's security guards quite a while to catch up. However, they seemed less powerful than the tyrant, and could only stop on the branches, unable to land on the top branches.

This raises a question: Shen Jiao, standing at this advantageous vantage point, couldn't see anyone at all. Whether the security guards were being cautious or had other considerations, they remained silent and didn't utter any threats like the other villains.

No, to be honest, at this moment, she and the tyrant are the villains. They've gone to someone else's house to cause trouble, and the security guards are acting in self-defense.

I am ashamed.

The security guards were cautious, but the tyrant was a tiger. They kept quiet, so Ji Yan grabbed Shen Jiao and searched for her one by one, kicking her one by one.

Out of a "I won't offend others unless they offend me" mentality, she didn't want to kick him. So, Ji Yan, the troublemaker, grabbed her arm and performed a feint, knocking the security guard flying. He then mercilessly mocked the guard, "Is that all?"

Shen Jiao: "..." A scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I beg you to have some decency in your words!

She was terrified of being wanted and hunted down by the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion. She had planned to retire here, but now that plan was probably ruined.

Less than a quarter of an hour later, the tyrant, having completed his immoral acts with her, embarked once again on his journey to find the Azure Sword Saint.

Logically speaking, this was also Ji Yan's first time visiting the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, but Shen Jiao always felt that the Tyrant was exceptionally clear about which way to choose at every fork in the road.

If she were asked to find the path leading to the courtyard where the Azure Sword Saint resided amidst these spiderweb-like paths, she might have to search from morning till night.

But the tyrant didn't. He seemed to have been here many times, so familiar with it that it was unbelievable. While Shen Jiao was still feeling self-deprecating, he had already kicked the door open with a loud "bang" without any hesitation.

Shen Jiao: "!!!" Holy crap?