Liu Pianpian's pretty face turned pale. She was worried that if Song Xianqing found out, she would really lose face. She kept giving Nan Yu meaningful glances, hoping that he could smooth things over.

Nan Yu didn't want to talk to Song Xianqing.

He will push his luck.

If you talk to him too much, he'll become like a sticky candy, very difficult to get rid of.

Let's just go to the clan chief.

Liu Pianpian breathed a sigh of relief when Nan Yu left, and explained to Song Xianqing:

“It’s nothing, Brother Xianqing. I think Brother Yu can win. Brother Yu said maybe I can win, so…” The girl smiled sweetly.

Song Xianqing narrowed his eyes. Most people might have interpreted this as mere politeness, but he didn't. He glanced at Liu Pianpian and then turned to find Liu Yu.

Nan Yu was by his father's side.

Song Xianqing went over and was about to get closer to Nan Yu when the clan chief glared at him, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Xianqing then turned his gaze to his father, pursing his lips, "What's wrong?"

The clan chief said, "If you have nothing to do, go and see your mother."

Song Xianqing: "Why didn't you watch it? I just finished watching it, Liu Yu." He then looked for Nan Yu, who avoided him. After he finished calling out, Nan Yu looked at the clan leader: "Clan leader, I'm going to find the high priest."

The clan chief nodded.

Nan Yu is gone.

Song Xianqing followed again and again, and the clan leader couldn't stop him. He stuck close to Nan Yu, satisfied. He was quite obedient this time and didn't say anything unnecessary. He just stood beside him and stared at the fighting box.

It's already in its final stages.

Liu Pianpian, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, couldn't help but anxiously glance at Nan Yu as she saw the spider growing weaker. Seeing that Nan Yu wasn't looking at her at all, Liu Pianpian anxiously looked at the High Priest.

Although the game has many bugs.

However, in the later stages, the player who is clearly at a disadvantage can use the flute to control the game, and the chance of turning the tide is 50%.

Liu Pianpian was reluctant. She felt that she should win without any suspense. Using the flute to control the game was clearly inferior to Liu Yu, and she couldn't afford to lose face, nor could the High Priest.

I am her most talented disciple.

However, this time the choice of Gu worms was indeed not good.

The high priest's brows were also slightly furrowed.

She naturally hoped that Pianpian would win, so that the Miao village's thousand-year-old tradition could continue.

In previous years, none of the Holy Sons had been able to defeat the Holy Maiden. If the battle were to end with Pianpian, who knows how many unpleasant things would be said behind her back.

Liu Yu was a good choice for her.

At most, she would be treated as an ordinary student. Liu Pianpian was carefully trained by her, and the girl did indeed have talent. The High Priest also felt that this time it was just that the Gu worm was not chosen well.

Moreover, the rules need to be changed.

We need to unify species in the future.

Otherwise, the other party will suffer too much.

For Liu Pianpian's sake, they never considered that in previous editions, the winning side had also experienced this situation to some extent.

Since Liu Pianpian couldn't play the flute on her own initiative, the high priest went to the clan chief and whispered a few words to him. The clan chief raised his voice and said, "The competition is suspended. Take a short break."

Generally, during halftime, it means that one side needs to rely on the master's power. The insiders separate the Gu worms, and the clansmen talk in twos and threes.

"I think the Holy Maiden is going to lose this time."

"Not necessarily. The Holy Maiden is the High Priest's only closed-door disciple."

"Between the Black-tailed Scorpion and the Red Spider, you can already tell who will win by looking at their size. The Black-tailed Scorpion can take down a spider leg with a single pincer. The Saintess is clearly at a disadvantage in this competition."

"Even if we lose, it's because the types of Gu worms are not equal, so it's no wonder the Holy Maiden is not to blame."

Everyone was discussing it animatedly. The red spider wouldn't last much longer. Liu Pianpian comforted it, fed it a few drops of blood, took out her flute, and unleashed the spider's full potential. The outcome depended on this.

Even if you win, Red Spider will still die.

Liu Pianpian loved her little Gu creature very much, but this was a competition, so she had no choice but to give it up.

Nan Yu sat on the stool, and the little scorpion crawled back into the wooden box, probably wanting to rest for a while. Its whole body was black, and its shell was hard. Except for some people with niche tastes, no one could accept its appearance.

The wick itself is afraid of small insects. I was raising scorpions and simply using it as a competition tool, but seeing how hard it worked and how it curled up into a ball during rest periods, my heart inexplicably softened.

It's just a bit ugly.

Song Xianqing came over and squatted down next to the small box. Nan Yu looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"

Song Xianqing: "It's so beautiful."

Nan Yu: "..."

He glanced at Song Xianqing, then at the black-tailed scorpion in the box. Its body was entirely black and glossy, its tail segmented into long, slender sections, the sharp barb at the tip of its tail beautiful yet exuding extreme danger. Its pincers were like iron. In fact…

It's beautiful.

Song Xianqing does have good judgment.

"Thanks."

Song Xianqing: "Everyone says pets resemble their owners. Little Yu, you're very beautiful too."

He just wanted to praise Nan Yu, using his scorpion as a pretext.

A handsome guy will try every trick in the book to compliment you, and even a truly cold person might waver, let alone someone like Dengxin who's pretending to be cold. Their heart is already pounding, and the campfire itself makes people look red.

Nan Yu's cheeks were even more radiant than peach blossoms at that moment.

Song Xianqing liked it very much.

For a moment, his brain seemed to be bewitched, and he quickly pressed his lips to Nan Yu's face and kissed her. Nan Yu was stunned, as were some of the clansmen who caught a glimpse of it, and even the high priest was dumbfounded.

Song Xianqing smiled.

It smells so good.

He sobered up after the kiss, seemed to have no regrets, and even wanted to kiss her again.

Nan Yu snapped out of her daze, shoved Song Xianqing hard, and vigorously wiped her cheeks. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she tried to cover up her guilt by shouting:

Are you crazy?!

The clan chief heard the noise and saw that his son was having a conflict with Liu Yu. He was about to come over to ask about the situation and mediate when he heard a villager not far away say, "The Holy Son was kissed? I'm not seeing things, am I?"

Was he kissed?

Nan Yu glared angrily at Song Xianqing.

The clan chief quickly guessed who kissed whom, and his face turned green. This child was rarely seen, and there was no way to count on him. But in front of so many people, he dared to do that!

He rushed over angrily and grabbed Song Xianqing by the ear.

"You little brat! Apologize!"

Song Xianqing was a little taller than his father. His ear was being pulled and his body was slightly turned to the side. In front of so many people, the villagers, including the high priest, all came to persuade him.

Song Xianqing showed no sign of embarrassment.

I'm very happy.

A true man knows when to yield and when to stand firm; if asked to apologize, he will apologize: "I'm sorry."

The clan chief, seeing his son still laughing, was furious. He kicked his son's backside and yelled, "What are you laughing at!"

Nan Yu's face was pale, and her lips were pursed into a straight line.

Song Xianqing stopped smiling and replaced her expression with apology:

"You just reminded me of my pet, Lan Yu. Do you remember? I often kiss it, I couldn't help myself, sorry."

After the explanation, Nan Yu's expression became even uglier.

Orchids, orchids...

When they speak, there are no subtitles like on a movie screen, and the pronunciation is exactly the same, giving Nan Yu the illusion that the other person is taking advantage of her.

The clan chief released the boy's hand and slapped him on the back.

"Apologize properly!"

The high priest breathed a sigh of relief, but was also displeased.

Although she valued Liu Pianpian more, Liu Yu could not fall in love during this period since he had been chosen as the Holy Son, especially since he was a man. Xianqing was too unconventional!

Liu Pianpian stood to the side with a complicated expression.

Like a pet...?

"I'm sorry, I'll treat you to dinner after the competition."

A crowd gathered around and propped up the lamp wick, so he could only continue with a cold expression and say, "No need."