Ji Yan chose a towering tree, sat on a branch, and casually gestured, "Go to the right."
Shen Jiao then turned right.
She was so sleepy that her consciousness was wavering, and she didn't even realize she had circled around three times.
Shen Jiao turned left and right, her eyelids so heavy she couldn't open them, her eyes rolling back in her head. With a "thud," her forehead slammed straight into a tree trunk.
She woke up for a moment with a start, touched the tree bark, and said, "Good boy, good trees don't block the way. Don't be like that idiot Ji Yan."
It was rare to see a hamster with its fur standing so proud, so Ji Yan became interested. She jumped down from the tree and pulled Shen Jiao, who was sleeping against the tree, down with her. "Quick, say another word to me."
"Hey, don't move." Shen Jiao was so sleepy that she couldn't hear what the tyrant was saying.
The tyrant didn't move.
She then clung to Ji Yan like an octopus.
Because of the height difference, Shen Jiao could only lean against the tyrant's chest.
Her voice was soft. "Your breasts are so soft to sleep on, just like a pillow. I'll just sleep here and not talk, I won't bother you."
Ji Yan: "..."
...
Early the next morning.
As dawn broke and the sun had just risen above the horizon, the arena was already packed with people, three or four layers deep. Today's contestants were all popular figures in the martial arts world, and the number of spectators was three to five times greater than yesterday.
The Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion also considered this point and added many seats to the audience area.
Moreover, at the very center and highest point of the audience seating, there is a newly built viewing platform, with curtains hanging down and pearls at the ends swaying in the wind and making a crisp sound. Just by looking at it from afar, one can tell how comfortable it is.
It goes without saying who it's for.
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