The Azure Sword Saint gazed at the sky, his eyes deep and unfathomable, yet his tone was as expressive as a language teacher reciting poetry: "Perhaps in the wind, in the rain, in the mountains and rivers, in the bright moon, perhaps behind you, junior sister, perhaps behind me, senior brother, the changes are ever-changing and I am unaware."

Goodness, even Lanling King wouldn't be this good at hiding when he's invisible. Also, how did they become senior and junior brothers without either of them agreeing?

Shen Jiao really wanted to hand him the microphone.

Her mind is filled with the image of an elderly man in his seventies or eighties walking down the street. She wanted to politely greet him, but he replied, "I am your brother."

Shen Jiao's empathy was limited, and she couldn't connect with Qinglang Sword Saint's emotions. Despite this, she still solemnly imitated Qinglang Sword Saint, gazing into the distance.

But... the trees in front are so dense.

What's in the distance? I can't see anything.

The tyrant saw the frizzy hamster standing with its hands behind its back, its little face serious, its gaze fixed on the dense forest not far away, as if it had some deep-seated grudge against it.

The Sword Saint of Qinglang remained motionless as he gazed into the distance, like a statue. To avoid embarrassing him, Shen Jiao also refrained from moving. But to be honest, her neck and back were a little sore, and it felt like a mosquito had bitten the back of her hand, making her want to scratch it.

Suddenly, her cuff was tugged. It was obvious who the third person was who had nothing better to do at this time, so she had no choice but to put on a smile and turn around.

The tyrant produced an axe from who-knows-where and handed it to her. Shen Jiao's back stiffened, and she panicked terribly. Alarm bells blared incessantly. No way? No way? Had Ji Yan's brain been damaged by the overwhelming righteous energy of this mountain? At a time like this, he was still thinking about letting her kill him?

Or should we use an axe?

Brother, what I'm saying is, it's fine to be cruel to others, but can you be a little more merciful to yourself? Getting chopped to death with an axe wouldn't be good for either of our images.

Moreover, she had just finished a pop quiz and was so exhausted that her legs and arms were weak and she was having trouble breathing. Even if she were to harden her heart and chop him down, she was afraid that the tyrant wouldn't be able to withstand it, because she probably wouldn't be able to kill him with one axe.

Seeing the hamster standing there motionless with its fur standing up, Ji Yan couldn't understand why it looked so lifeless even when she was asked to chop down a tree. She shoved the axe into its hand and said in a cold voice, "If you can't stand it, then chop it down."

Actually, she didn't dislike it that much, Shen Jiao muttered to herself.

She explained, "No, no, no, I don't dislike it at all. I think it's fine most of the time, and I'm very satisfied, Your Majesty."

I'm really satisfied.

Not only were meals and accommodations provided, but travel and tutoring classes were also included. Although she couldn't count money until her hands cramped, she could sleep until she naturally woke up. Before she even had a chance to work hard, she was forced to realize her life's dream by a twist of fate.

If the tyrant doesn't occasionally have a brain fart, she might even think she could be a parasitic plant for the rest of her life.

"You don't look satisfied." Ji Yan gently poked her face, her cool fingertips tracing the surface of her skin like tiny snakes.

Shen Jiao immediately broke into a radiant smile: "How about this?"

She was too hasty and lost control of the angle, almost tearing her lip.

"I don't care, I've already taken your axe, you have to chop it down." The tyrant does everything on a whim, and his mood is unpredictable. One second he might be open to discussion, but the next he's filled with endless rage and violence.

"Hey!" The Azure Sword Saint couldn't stand it anymore. He remained motionless, still gazing into the distance, and said, "What's going on? What's going on here? Always slashing and hacking. When young people are dating, they should kiss each other if they disagree. A kiss can solve everything."

This has historical basis and has proven true time and again. For example, the Songheng Sect Leader and his wife would kiss each other whenever they argued. Apart from the minor flaw that his wife died young, the Songheng Sect Leader's love was still very beautiful.

"Pop—"

Um? !

What are you doing?

Shen Jiao's pupils dilated, and she was so nervous that she didn't know what to do. However, with an axe in her left hand and a Qinglang sword in her right, she couldn't free her hands to cover her face. So she could only blink her crystal clear eyes and look at Ji Yan in shock.

Just now, her mind was in complete chaos, and she was focused on figuring out how to fool the tyrant. She hadn't paid any attention to what the Sword Saint Qinglang had said. Suddenly, she felt a brief and soft coolness on her cheek.

Ji Yan's straight nose brushed lightly against her earlobe, her breath carrying a pleasant, cool woody floral scent. Then, her already chaotic mind became completely jumbled up like a QR code.

Completely incapable of thinking, it crashed on the spot.

Upon hearing the sound, the composed Qinglang Sword Saint smiled with satisfaction and continued gazing into the distance, feeling that the mountain air was exceptionally sweet today.

Ah, youth is wonderful, it's so sweet to be young.

This year's gossip material has been found again.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what do you mean by this?" Shen Jiao couldn't understand the meaning behind the tyrant's kiss. Others might just kiss once, but the tyrant was different; every time he kissed someone, he was having an episode.

Even though she knew she was having an episode, her heart was still pounding.

Ji Yan remained calm and did not have any other inappropriate thoughts. He did not care about dating, but the old man Qinglang Sword Saint's words sounded reasonable, so he kissed him.

"Alright, go ahead and chop."

Shen Jiao: "???" What did she say? Ji Yan, that sixth brother, was indeed coercing and enticing her!

She was feeling a bit anxious and suddenly wanted to chop something up to calm herself down.

Slaying the tyrant was definitely out of the question, so how about chopping down the flowers and grass? She had already ruined them quite a bit when she fought with the Azure Sword Saint earlier, so Shen Jiao turned her attention to the towering trees in front of her.

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