Here it comes again, here it comes again, that same look of concern for intellectually disabled children.

Shen Jiao was exasperated and simply turned her head away, no longer looking at Ji Yan, this guy with an off-the-charts level of comprehension, who could sometimes really affect her mood.

If she had the overconfident and excessive comprehension ability of a tyrant from a young age, she could have scored 150 in Chinese exams with her eyes closed, without having to memorize anything.

Unexpectedly, Ji Yan, being very good at picking up on words, ignored Shen Jiao's silent resistance when she said she didn't want to play in the mud. She pulled out the radish that had just been buried, washed it clean, and handed it to her, saying, "There's no more mud, go play."

His face clearly said, "I've seen plenty of those 'playing hard to get' tricks, but if you insist on doing it, I'm willing to play along."

Is it feigned indifference to desire?

Brother, are you blind? My face screams "Yes!" I don't want to play in the mud or play with radishes. If I could, I'd like to peel you and then have a glass of chilled juice. Shen Jiao was so angry at the tyrant's stubbornness that she wanted to hug this big radish and take a couple of bites.

Perhaps her thoughts were too obvious, because Ji Yan, this straight-laced man, simply held the radish up to her mouth: "It's pretty clean, go ahead and eat it if you want."

It seems they don't quite understand her behavior of wanting to eat everything.

Shen Jiao: "..." You are such a thoughtful and considerate person, so thoughtful that I want to build you a temple and thank you sincerely for ten thousand years.

There's no way she'd eat it; she's a carnivore and doesn't like vegetarian food.

Besides, who knows where the water in that porcelain jar came from? How long has it been sitting there? Has she washed her feet there before? What if there's some unknown little creature in it? What if she accidentally drinks it and gets diarrhea?

A beautiful woman can go to the toilet, but she cannot have diarrhea, as it greatly affects her ethereal image.

Suddenly, an overly kind voice rang out from the doorway, "Raw doesn't taste good."

How kind is he? Just by listening to his voice, you can picture a harmless little old man.

Shen Jiao was shocked. The aged yet kind voice immediately confirmed that the owner of this dilapidated courtyard had returned. Oh no! Meeting the Azure Sword Saint under these circumstances? She wasn't prepared at all!

In her nervousness, she snapped a big bite of the radish with a "crunch".

Ji Yan's domineering aura is intimidating wherever he goes. For example, now that the master has returned, he shows no guilt for being caught doing something wrong. Instead, he is calm and composed, looking at her with a knowing expression: "Still saying you're not playing hard to get? Eat if you want, I'm not going to fight you for it."

Shen Jiao stood stiffly, not daring to move an inch: "..."

No, I don't want to! This was clearly an accident!

She was torn between keeping the radish in her mouth and spitting it out or swallowing it, but spitting out the radish that the host had worked so hard to grow in front of them seemed very impolite. The main problem was that she really couldn't beat them, so after thinking it over, she simply chewed it up and swallowed it.

Surprisingly, it had a slightly sweet taste, so it wasn't too bad.

Ji Yan simply looked at her, completely disregarding the Azure Sword Saint, and handed the radish to her in a different direction: "You've already swallowed it and you still won't admit it. I told you you wanted to gnaw on it."

Shen Jiao blinked frantically: "..."

Damn it, why the hell are you turning it? Because it's easier to eat from this angle? But I don't want to eat radishes!

Upon receiving her gaze, the tyrant put the radish away. Since he had taken it back, he must have understood what she was trying to say.

Shen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief. "Sword Saint, look how cooperative I am. When we start fighting later, please let me have three hands. I'll be extremely grateful to you."

However, at this moment, the tyrant's extraordinary comprehension ability came online, and she couldn't stop him.

The tyrant automatically transformed her gaze, which seemed to express helplessness, pressure, and the pressures of life, into one of desperation: "The radish is too big to eat, the radish is hard to eat if it's not peeled, and the radish is hard to eat if it's not placed on a clean plate."

"Peel it, cut it into small pieces, and put it on a plate." Ji Yan casually tossed the radish she had just taken a bite of to the Azure Dragon Sword Saint.

Shen Jiao: "???" Wake up, we're the intruders now!

But the tyrant was the ruler of a country, and wherever he went, he had a constant stream of sycophants fawning over him. He didn't see anything wrong with this attitude and even asked her, "Do you have any other requests?"

Shen Jiao: "...Yes, let me go."

Ji Yan: "..."

Generally speaking, respectable and influential elders value the issue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young. Given her and the tyrant's disrespectful attitude towards their elders, the Sword Saint of Qinglang would definitely be so angry that he would want to hit them with his sword hilt. And she even dared to try to peel radishes for her? What makes her so special? How much influence does she have?

The tyrant's ideas are simply too outrageous; she would never dare to do such a thing in her wildest dreams.

Shen Jiao turned around, intending to give a ninety-degree bow and a sincere thank you, but unexpectedly, she met a pair of kind and friendly eyes. Unlike other old men, the Qinglang Sword Saint had white hair and a youthful face, with clear eyebrows and bright eyes. His appearance was as clear as a landscape painting, with every stroke of his brush being an impressionistic expression. In short, he was an immortal, very immortal, extremely immortal, with an air of otherworldly grace.

Compared to Liang Heng, one is a hermit who has retreated to the mountains, while the other is a wanderer who roams the world amidst the mist and rain. Compared to a tyrant, one is a detached person who has seen through the world, while the other is an unruly and solitary figure.

In short, Shen Jiao's mind is filled with the idea of ​​eternal youth, and I can have it!

The Azure Dragon Sword Saint was neither enraged nor brandished his sword. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Is one radish enough?"

But the voice that came out was that of a seventy or eighty-year-old man, which immediately made her feel like she was being taken advantage of.

Shen Jiao: "That's enough, isn't it?"

After all, she really didn't want to eat radishes, but weren't we here to fight? Why does it seem like we're about to eat them?

The Sword Saint of Azure Waves asked with a smile, "Where is His Majesty?"

The tyrant scoffed, "I won't eat. If you come back any later, I'll turn your inner room upside down."

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