Looking at the calm and collected Qinglang Sword Saint was annoying. He had a lot of gossip in his head but didn't know where to start. A normal person would ask, "How did your grandmaster take on disciples when he's been dead for decades?" But his silly disciple was like a block of wood, not asking any questions.

But he really wanted to say it.

So the Sword Saint of Qinglang recounted everything that had happened that afternoon to his wooden disciple, talking until his throat was dry and he was almost dying of thirst.

Qingfeng listened attentively and said, "Oh."

The Azure Dragon Sword Saint exploded, "Can't you have some consideration for the elderly! Say just a few more words!"

Qingfeng replied seriously, "Oh, oh, oh."

Qinglang Sword Saint: "..."

...

Shen Jiao was just trying it out, but she didn't expect the tyrant to actually bring her to pull radishes. The game of pulling radishes was boring but also strangely interesting. She pulled one out and planted it back, repeating the process over and over.

I'm a bit tired from pulling, so I just want to chat.

"Your Majesty, why did you beat up Mu Yang?"

They just released him not long ago; you can't take a tyrant's mercy for granted.

Ji Yan: "My hands are itching."

This reason might be considered a perfunctory excuse by others, but coming from the mouth of a tyrant, Shen Jiao felt it was quite appropriate.

Seeing that the ruffled hamster had stopped talking, the tyrant poked her cheek, "Quickly ask me, who is the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang?"

Shen Jiao asked honestly, "Your Majesty, who is the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang?"

Ji Yan: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be a person who likes to play with long whips, plays them casually, and once he achieves some success, he is praised as the Whip King by those frogs in a well."

Shen Jiao asked curiously, "What do you mean by 'playing with the generals'?"

Ji Yan stroked her head, "It's like one whip can sever three heads."

She was completely upset. Why did he have to touch her head?