"Ga!" Zhao Sining, who was waving a sword and posing coolly, was so frightened that he almost jumped up.
What's wrong with this woman? I told you to take action, but you didn't. Instead, you insisted on being willful and dawdling with Mu Hanyan. Fine, if you want to be willful, then be willful. Why bother with those beasts? I didn't kill many, and you fainted from fright. So what? Why are you pointing the golden shackles at me? Aren't you trying to trick me?
Zhao Sining didn't really jump up, because the beam of golden light had already surrounded him tightly.
Damn it! Zhao Sining’s head buzzed, and tears were about to fall.
By this time, he had finally understood that Miss Zhao Si had not fainted from the animals he had killed, but purely from the pig. Even in her coma, the corners of her mouth kept twitching, and she moaned in fear: "Pig, pig!"
Are you kidding me? You are a third-level swordsman after all. How could you be so scared by a pig? Are you not even as good as a pig?
No, no, I can't have this idea. This is the goddess in my mind, how can I say this about her? Zhao Sining quickly forced himself to give up this idea.
Seeing Miss Zhao Si, who was so arrogant just now, being scared into this state by a pig, Mu Hanyan was both amused and confused. One can imagine how big a shadow the strange beast wind pig left in Miss Zhao Si's heart.
Then, a golden light was seen coming out from the alchemical device. Zhao Sining, who was enveloped by it, stood there as if petrified. Except for his eyeballs, there was no part of his body that could move.
This was a great opportunity to strike back at someone who was down and out. How could Mu Hanyan miss it? He rushed forward and kicked Zhao Si Ning, first sealing her blood vessels. As he retreated, he kicked her again, sealing Miss Zhao Si's blood vessels.
The appearance of the golden shackles made Mu Hanyan put away her contempt for them.
Alchemy wasn't actually invented on the Holy Court Continent; it was said to originate from another world. In her previous life, Mu Hanyan's strength didn't improve dramatically until she was sixteen. Focusing solely on cultivation, she didn't know much about such unusual techniques. She only knew that most alchemical artifacts had a cooldown period, and that she had to act before the cooldown expired.
Zhao Sining's heart sank to the bottom when Mu Hanyan's kick blocked his blood vessels, and the last glimmer of hope was shattered: this was the method they had agreed to use to deal with Mu Hanyan, but they didn't expect Mu Hanyan to be so alert and actually took action before the cooling time of the golden shackles arrived.
"Young Master, there's no need to be so careful, right?" Zirong said casually when she saw Mu Hanyan being so cautious.
"It's better to be safe than sorry. Haven't you heard the saying that history is often changed by small people?" Mu Hanyan said seriously.
Who is a small person? Who are you calling a small person? I am a top talent in Zhengying College. How dare you call me a small person! Zhao Sining was furious at Mu Hanyan's contempt, but unfortunately, his blood was sealed and he couldn't say a word.
"Well, sir, what you said makes sense. I have also heard a saying that even a pair of underwear or a piece of toilet paper has its irreplaceable use. We should never underestimate anyone. This should be the same reasoning, right, sir?" Zirong held her chin with her hand, looking thoughtful, her expression more serious.
...Hua Yue, Mu Nan, and Che Xiang were all stunned, and then looked admiring.
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