Completely oblivious to Nalan Qing's stiff posture and her deathly pale face.
I've heard that there's a type of person in the cultivation world who focuses on dual cultivation to improve their own cultivation level. Some of them, like the deceased young sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, even prefer someone like themselves. Is that true? Is she really that unlucky?
Nalan Qing trembled and her eyes reddened: "Waaah, I never take a bath, please let me go, I beg you..."
July looked a little confused: "Take a bath?"
Nalan Qing nodded frantically: "Yes, yes, I never take a bath. I also have illnesses, leprosy and many other unclean diseases, but it's not visible now. Really, if you cultivate with me, you'll get sick too..."
Qiyue was stunned at first, then laughed. Looking at Nalan Qing, who had red eyes and looked pitiful like a little rabbit, she suddenly understood why some people always like bad taste.
Pulling Nalan Qing's hand, Qi Yue turned her over and leaned her against the wall. Staring at her face, Qi Yue's eyes were deep, and a mysterious smile played on her lips: "It doesn't matter. As the saying goes, 'To die under the peony is to die a romantic death.' It's worth it."
As she spoke, Qiyue pinched the soft flesh on Nalan Qing's waist.
Nalan Qing's eyes widened instantly, her whole body stiffening, utterly speechless: "You you you you you..."
July raised an eyebrow: "What about me?"
Nalan Qing was speechless and cried. She had never seen such a shameless person, especially a woman!
Enraged and humiliated, Nalan Qing glared at Qi Yue and roared with all her might, tears streaming down her beautiful, red eyes: "If you have the guts, then kill me! Otherwise, I'll kill you sooner or later!"
Seeing that Nalan Qing was really crying, Qiyue realized she had gone too far and panicked. She quickly wiped Nalan Qing's tears: "Don't cry, don't cry, I was wrong, I was wrong. Actually, I came to see you because I have something important to say. I'm not into that kind of thing, really, I swear! I swear a solemn oath!"
"Really?" Nalan Qing was simple and straightforward. Seeing Qi Yue's panicked yet desperate explanation and earnest attempt to swear, he believed her in his heart, but still spoke sternly.
You better be serious!
"Really, really!" July nodded like a chick pecking at rice, and then whispered, "I don't know how to cook, so of course it's true."
Nalan Qing's eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief and tears, looking like a deceived young wife: "What did you say?!"
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