[Explosive Killing] + [Decisive Action] + [No System] + [Girlfriend Who Is Half Like a Buddy] + [Not Brainless] + Strategy + Amoral & Righteous & Evil
Child of Destiny? Protagonist?
How pitiful!
Look at those five thousand-plus big-hipped female disciples in my sect, they're all prepared for you.
If you don't favor a hundred or eighty women, my sect might be wiped out by your mother one day.
My lord, you can't just abandon me!
In response to Xing Jiu's suggestion, Xing Boqi kicked him away.
And he told him with a cold look in his eyes.
If you do everything discreetly, it wouldn't be a problem for me, the Crown Prince, to also favor a thousand or eight hundred women.
But you son of a bitch, you made a big fuss from the very beginning, as if you wanted to tell everyone that you were preparing a harem for me.
Now that my mother has her eye on you, you deserve it; you're utterly useless.
Go and get ready; you'll have a task for you to do in a few days.
...
The back mountain within the Sky Academy.
Xiao Yu was practicing his swordsmanship; the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique was a direct instruction from Xiao Boqi.
This little guy was born with a fierce spirit, especially when practicing swordsmanship, he would never stop until he was completely exhausted.
Not far from Xiao Yu, Jin Mantang, holding a small abacus, was lying on a large rock, basking in the sun with his legs crossed.
In his hand, he was clutching a handkerchief for wiping his nose.
This was a strict order from Yi Boqi: if he ever blew a snot bubble out of his nose before even opening his mouth, he would be punished by being forbidden from sleeping in the pile of spirit crystals for three days.
The chubby boy's favorite thing is money, and he also loves to sleep in a pile of spirit crystals.
In his words, Lingjing smelled wonderful and slept very comfortably.
Looking at Xiao Yu, who was sitting next to him covered in sweat, the chubby boy asked.
"Ayu, why aren't you drawing your sword? Doesn't it feel awkward to practice with the scabbard on?"
Xiao Yu replied calmly to the little fat boy's question.
"My sword is rarely drawn."
"What if it's drawn?"
After listening to the chubby boy's words, Xiao Yu turned and glanced at him.
"Once it's drawn, it's very difficult to put it back in!"
Jin Mantang: "......"