Shen Jiao asked, "Did the young master of White Python Pavilion say something unpleasant?"
“It’s not that it sounds bad, it’s just a bit silly,” Gu An said. “He said he was light, that he wanted to save the world, save all living beings, and rid the people of evil.”
The word "harm" here naturally refers to a tyrant.
Shen Jiao understood.
No wonder he got beaten up; he saved the money he would have spent on health supplements.
Although Shen Jiao didn't say it, Ji Yan could still tell that the frizzy hamster was bothered by the substitution, not because he pitied Bai Zilan, but simply because he cared about this behavior.
He narrowed his eyes, a strange smile playing on his lips, and gestured for her to look outside. “Many things can’t be accomplished by following the rules. You’re still young, inexperienced, and naive. You only see things superficially. But the filth is the most disgusting. It’s good at hiding in the shadows and can stab you in the back if you’re not careful.”
Upon hearing this, Shen frowned deeply, feeling as if she were a little idiot in the tyrant's eyes?
She looked outside, her gaze bypassing Hu Rourou, whom Ji Yan had drawn her attention to, and landing on Shen Qingye and his sister.
"No, Your Majesty, it's too far away, I can't see clearly. Let's get closer and take a look."
Ji Yan: "..."
What did he say again?
Ultimately, he was still too inexperienced in worldly affairs.
So the group of people went to watch the play.
...
After watching the play, no matter how much Shen Jiao tried to persuade them, Shen Qingye and his sister remained unmoved and refused to undergo brain treatment. The deal fell through before it even began.
Young people these days are so stubborn; they don't dare to admit they're brain-dead.
Shen Jiao shook his head and sighed, "If you don't treat your brain when you're young, you'll only regret it when you're old."
She genuinely wanted to treat Shen Qingye's cerebral palsy, and it was absolutely out of humanitarian considerations, not for money!
However, although the business deal fell through, the Shen siblings did perform quite well in their opera; their only shortcoming was that they were missing a horse.
Shen Jiao expressed her sincere regret over this.
It wasn't time for her competition yet, so the five of them watched the show and then all returned to the viewing platform.
Back on the viewing platform, those who were eating sunflower seeds continued eating sunflower seeds, those who were munching on watermelons continued munching on watermelons, and those who were petting the hamsters continued petting the hamsters.
Ji Yan lay on the soft chair on the viewing platform, her long, pale hand idly stroking Shen Jiao's smooth hair. The black hair, as dark as ink, slid across the blue veins on the back of her hand, like sharp silkworm silk cutting through her throat, inexplicably making one's heart tremble.
In the corner, Li Wanglai didn't dare make a sound while cracking open the Glory melon seeds, so he had to peel them with his hands.
As everyone knows, sunflower seeds peeled by hand have no soul, so Gu An decided to hide them in her bag and find a safe place to enjoy them to her heart's content.
Influenced by his companions, Liang Heng didn't even dare to slurp when eating chilled watermelon.
I tentatively took a bite of the melon, carefully chewed it forty times before swallowing.
The surroundings fell into an inexplicable silence, making Shen Jiao's mutterings unusually clear.
Ji Yan paused in his movements and asked in a low voice, "Need a horse?"
“Absolutely, the horse is the essence, what a pity, what a pity.” Shen Jiao nodded.
She touched her disheveled hair, secretly relieved that it didn't have bangs; otherwise, given the tyrant's haphazard way of grooming it, it would definitely be greasy and stringy.
How disgusting!
Ji Yan didn't know why the horse was the essence, and he stared at her for a long time with his eyes lowered.
Why are you looking at her like that?
Shen Jiao blinked, as if she wanted to find a mirror to check if she had grown a giant trumpet flower on her face.
Then, the tyrant casually said, "Okay."
What can be done?
Speaking incoherently will get you beaten up. Shen Jiao was baffled. To be honest, she didn't understand a word she said. Sometimes, communicating with the tyrant was no less difficult than doing a cloze test.
However, she understood what she hadn't heard at first, but after a quarter of an hour.
Shen Jiao narrowed her eyes, looking at Shen Qingye and his sister in the distance on the sword-training field with a complicated expression. They were being chased around in circles by a dozen horses and forced to recite their lines. She didn't know what to say for a moment.
She felt as if she had accidentally stumbled into a cat-and-mouse game.
Tyrants have strange tastes. For example, she might have the expression of an old man on the subway looking at his phone, but he's watching with great interest, finding it all novel. "You're right, the horse is indeed the essence."
But since the frizzy hamster said it's missing a horse, then let's just add a horse.
The main reason is that this requirement sounds quite interesting.
Shen Jiao was silent for a moment, then said, "As long as you're happy."
This isn't the essence at all; it completely surpasses the classics!
If Erkang had pursued Ziwei like that back then, Ziwei would have died on the spot, and there would have been no need for the next few dozen episodes; the story would have ended there.
Thankfully, they are siblings. If they were lovers, they would have broken up on the spot and never spoken to each other again after being manipulated by the tyrant.
"You seem dissatisfied?" Ji Yan frowned, her eyes flashing a startling crimson, and lifted Shen Jiao's chin, looking at her with suppressed anger and dissatisfaction.
He has always been very sensitive to people's emotions, especially hers.
The frizzy hamster is physically strong, simple-minded, naive, and has no guile. She's the kind of hamster that wouldn't survive an hour in Wei Laogou's palace. Her emotions are easily read and she's very easy to understand.
Shen Jiao was forced to meet the tyrant's gaze. Besides the unfathomable abyss in his eyes, there was also a strange emotion—
I've done everything you asked for, why are you still not satisfied!
Shen Jiao was flattered and overwhelmed.
Damn it! Could it be that the reason Shen Qingye and his sister were running in circles was because of that sentence she said?
What merits or abilities does she possess? What is so extraordinary about her?
How could a tyrant, a child who has been rebellious for a thousand years, possibly accept her strange and bizarre suggestions?
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com