This was destined to be a crazy night.

After it was over, he couldn't keep his eyes open anymore, and fell into a deep sleep while holding Qiu Qianqian.

He slept until dawn.

After a night's rest, my body felt incredibly relaxed.

He opened his eyes, and his first thought was that he had broken through again. As for how much he had broken through, he would find out by asking Su Mochen when he went to court later.

Wang Yingqiu once said that after passing the middle stage of the fourth level of cultivation, each breakthrough becomes increasingly difficult. In this light, Qiu Qianqian is truly a benefactor to Jing Zhe. She only asked him to help her practice, but little did she know that she was the one helping him!

Qiu Qianqian…

The thought of her made Jing Zhe feel an emptiness in his arms, and he suddenly sat up in bed.

Where was Qiu Qianqian now on the bed?

I don't know what the weather will be like today. I need to take it out and dry it quickly, or at least let it air dry.

Otherwise, if Zhu Xinning finds out tonight, then we're doomed!

However, the current problem is: where is Qiu Qianqian?

Jing Zhe looked around—actually, there was no need to look around, the room was so big, it was obvious whether he was there or not.

She was clearly not in the room. Jing Zhe looked towards the inside of the bed and saw that Qiu Qianqian's clothes were still there—after all, they were torn to shreds, so there was probably no way for her to wear them.

The clothes are here, but she has no clothes. Could it be that she went out naked to make herself breakfast?

Upon considering this possibility, Jing Zhe was first excited, then cursed himself inwardly for dreaming: She's a witch, you should be grateful she didn't slit your throat while you were asleep at night, and you're still thinking she'll prepare breakfast for you?

However, instead of just daydreaming here, it's better to go out and see for yourself.

Jing Zhe got out of bed and was about to get dressed when he tragically discovered: "Damn it, where are my clothes?"

He clearly remembered taking off his clothes and putting them on the chair before going to bed yesterday, but now it's empty. Where is the clothes?

wrong…

There's also a pair of underwear!

He suddenly realized something, quickly went over, sat on the edge of the bed, picked up Qiu Qianqian's clothes and looked them over. He found that her light pink silk bodice and the underpants that he had torn a big hole in the crotch were gone!

The answer is obvious!

Qiu Qianqian ran away wearing his clothes!

His only question was, was there any point in wearing the ripped underwear? Perhaps leaving it as a keepsake was better…

Suddenly I realized I was a bit abnormal.

Jing Zhe seemed to realize something. It didn't matter that his clothes were taken; he had a lot of things inside them!

Suddenly, he stood up from the bed and went to the table. On the table was a letter, next to which was a bottle of pills for taking dates, and a black crescent-shaped token.

Apart from these, it was completely empty.

Jing Zhe first poured out the jujube pills from the medicine bottle to check them. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found that all five remaining pills, except for the one he had taken the night before, were still there.

So he picked up the letter and began to read it.

"Hey, pig!"

Qiu Qianqian's handwriting was delicate and beautiful. It was truly unexpected that a demoness who usually only wielded a sword could write such beautiful characters.

However, the way she referred to herself was unexpected.

"After reading this, you're probably wondering why I called you a pig, right?"

Ha, you do know yourself well!

"That's because you sleep like a pig, even when you're asleep you stick your mouth up to other people's faces, do you know that, you pig?"

"..."

Jing Zhe genuinely didn't know, and felt a little inexplicably embarrassed after seeing it: Was this slander against me?

"It's one thing to be provocative, but why are your hands still restless even when you're asleep? Do you know what they're doing? Men really are all big pigs!"

"And another thing, how come you're sleeping like a log? You were holding me so tightly, but when I left you didn't react at all. You're not like a pro at all, you're just like a pig, don't you think?"

Jing Zhe was speechless. Was the purpose of writing this farewell letter simply to insult me?

Do you even understand what the key point is?

Do you understand what it means to state the theme at the beginning?

Do you understand what it means to express your true feelings?

If you try to write an essay with this level of skill, you'll definitely get a zero!

Let's continue reading, and finally we'll get to the main topic.

"Pig, why are you carrying so many tokens?"

At this crucial moment, Jing Zhe's heart pounded.

"No wonder you dared to go to Jinxi. It seems His Majesty really values ​​you, even giving you a gold medal. But you can't underestimate Prince Jin just because you have this gold medal. Prince Jin won't be afraid of such a token! So, I'll keep it for you for now!"

"..."

"Hey, this token with the words 'Jinghong' on it... Could it be General Jinghong's? How could a pig like you be associated with General Jinghong? I've heard that General Jinghong is not only young but also beautiful. Could it be that you, a pig, coveted her beauty and secretly stole her token? Hmm, very likely!"

"..."

I'm your man, after all. How can someone think of their man like this?

Next time we meet, I'll spank you again!

Let's look further down.

"How come you have so many tokens? And one of them is from the Qingyun Sect? I know the Qingyun Sect very well. They don't give their tokens to just anyone. It's only given to people who have joined their sect or made outstanding contributions to the Qingyun Sect. You're such a pig, how could you have one?"

"Oh, I remember now, you met Qingqiu last time! It seems that this little hussy gave you the token—hmm, I've actually noticed, this isn't an ordinary Qingyun Sect token, but Qingqiu's own token. It seems that this little hussy has ill intentions!"

"..."

Jing Zhe was convinced. Although Qiu Qianqian's earlier guesses were correct, how could she have the nerve to call Qingqiu a "little slut"?

If even Qingqiu is one, then what is she?

Thinking of this, Jing Zhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

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