If the little angel sees anti-theft, it means the purchase rate is not high enough~
Their eyes met, Han Qianling staring back calmly. A moment later, Luo Jiujiang angrily waved his hand, shooing away flies. "Get lost! Don't stay and make me angry."
Han Qianling laughed heartily. His eyes were bright and clear, and his facial features were very delicate, so handsome that he was almost beautiful.
He rarely laughed as heartily as Luo Jiujiang did, but now that he did, he didn't hold back his expression like usual. Instead, he put his arm around Luo Jiujiang's neck and whispered, "Jiujiang, I won't thank you."
Luo Jiujiang, a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining, certainly wouldn't be so incapable of even skipping a meal. He simply wanted to find an excuse to get Han Qianling over, to see how he was feeling and whether he'd taken the nonsense he'd said in class to heart.
He cares about himself, and Han Qianling knows it clearly in his heart.
His intentions exposed, Luo Jiujiang only laughed: "I don't understand what you're saying, get out of here now! Have you practiced your swordsmanship today? How dare you waste my time if you haven't?"
Han Qianling didn't say anything else. He just took out the flat medicine box from his arms and placed it in Luo Jiujiang's palm. He patted his shoulder and then turned and left.
The medicine box faintly emanated a unique spiritual aura, and Luo Jiujiang knew what was inside before he even grasped it. From the moment Luo Jiujiang was punished to stand until Han Qianling arrived, less than a quarter of an hour had passed. Han Qianling certainly couldn't have harvested the herb in such a short time, so he must have picked it before hearing Luo Qi's message.
The two people's thoughts coincided again. Luo Jiujiang raised his eyebrows and whistled triumphantly.
Han Qianling's back gradually disappeared into the distance. Luo Jiujiang stretched himself and simply lay down on the ground.
Logically speaking, he hadn't even stood for half the time he was punished. However, Luo Jiujiang felt he had done nothing wrong. He reviewed what had just happened in class and felt he had nothing to reflect on, let alone accept punishment respectfully.
In many aspects, Luo Jiujiang was almost strict with himself. However, when it came to "rules", Luo Jiujiang was quite flexible and had a lot of tension.
As soon as he turned his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed. The next moment, Luo Jiujiang stood up with a somersault and asked, "Why are you here, sir?"
The shadow of the tree he caught in his peripheral vision was clearly wrong. It was as if a wheelchair had grown out of the trunk. Who else could it be but Luo Cang? Luo Jiujiang was surprised, wondering what he was doing here? Had he realized he'd lost money teaching too much in class and was asking for something to make up for it?
A creaking sound of a wheelchair was heard from behind a big tree not far away. Luo Cang turned the wheelchair with a gloomy face and appeared from behind the tree. He raised his eyes and glanced at Luo Jiujiang indifferently.
Luo Jiujiang had already prepared himself for the other party to question him about why he didn't stand still, and to hit him from the side and make things difficult for him. But unexpectedly, Luo Cang opened his mouth and said something completely unrelated: "Are you practicing swordsmanship?"
"Yes." Luo Jiujiang was a little confused about the other party's intentions.
"Okay." Luo Cang didn't intend to explain. He nodded, raised his pale, withered hand, and snapped his fingers.
The snap of his fingers produced a crisp sound, and with that crisp sound, a sound killing technique was activated, like a long spear, piercing Luo Jiujiang's eyebrows. This sound killing technique was completely different from the half-baked one Luo Jiujiang had just used in class. There was truly no spare energy wasted on other things.
The attack from the opposite side was fast and fierce. Luo Jiujiang didn't think twice. The moment the sound killing came through the air, he turned over with his head down and his feet up, and rolled on the ground to avoid the attack range.
Luo Jiujiang had just bounced up with one hand, and before he could even stand firm, Luo Cang appeared out of thin air in front of him, along with his wheelchair. He put two fingers of his right hand together and slashed at Luo Jiujiang fiercely. The ferocity of his attack even caused a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
This move came too hastily, leaving Luo Jiujiang no time to think. He immediately drew the black long sword from his waist and parried towards Luo Cang's fingers.
The pitch-black blade clashed with pale fingers, making a sound like metal clashing. Luo Cang's fingers remained unscathed, but Luo Jiujiang felt a slight numbness in his arm. Just as he was fully alert and on guard, Luo Cang withdrew his hand and said casually, "Very good."
Luo Jiujiang felt that Luo Cang's inexplicable retreat was a sickening situation, and he didn't think there was anything good about it. However, Luo Cang on the other side seemed to have not yet fully recovered from his hysteria and refused to give up easily. He continued, "You didn't hesitate to strike me. You are indeed very brave."
Even though it was a bit inappropriate, Luo Jiujiang still sneered.
God knows what's wrong with Luo Cang. Where does he get the confidence to think he won't be chopped?
Logically speaking, Luo Cang was at least a guest official. And from what Luo Jiujiang knew, his actual status was no lower than that of the elders. Even if Luo Jiujiang was the clan leader's son, attacking him would be considered a case of the younger offending the older, which would always be troublesome. A normal person, mindful of the other person's status, would instinctively hesitate for a moment, and in that moment of hesitation, they could be poked in the forehead by a finger.
But Luo Jiujiang had a natural disdain for rules. Just as he hadn't considered standing properly as punishment just now, he swung the knife that met Luo Cang's finger without hesitation.
Luo Jiujiang didn't say any insulting words, but the subtle provocation and youthful arrogance were hidden in his sneer.
Luo Cang's eyebrows remained motionless, as if he saw nothing. Luo Jiujiang was extremely wary, so he hadn't yet withdrawn his knife. Luo Cang swung his arm, spread his fingers apart, and clamped the pitch-black blade between his index and middle fingers.
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