Shen Jiao: Are you serious? Is the wind too strong today and it blew your brain away or what?
Please take note!
I declare that from today onwards I will be a delicate and frail girl who is so fragile that she can't take care of herself, and who will faint if blown by the wind or caught in the rain!
Instead of becoming a supermodel Barbie trying to outdo a jack in strength, thank you.
But Ji Yan was clearly not joking; in fact, his expression was serious and as steady as an old dog.
It had a bit of a "If you don't hug me, I'll stand here forever" attitude.
Shen Jiao: Although I wasn't paid before, I could tolerate the small business of accompanying people to eat, play, and chat.
But has the business expanded?
Is she going to have to do hard labor again?
If things continue like this, who knows if the tyrant will one day make her learn from the Foolish Old Man Who Moved Mountains for him?
Something's not right!
Something's very wrong!
Shen Jiao seriously suspected that the old man, Qinglang Sword Saint, who appeared to have one heart but actually had three hundred and sixty-five cunning schemes, might have secretly cast a curse on the tyrant.
"Your Majesty, could you please look into my bright, sparkling eyes and say it again?" Shen Jiao asked again, unwilling to give up.
She wondered if she had misheard, or if the tyrant had misspoke.
Ji Yan was unusually agreeable: "The carriage is too high, carry me up."
Shen Jiao: ...At a time like this, you really shouldn't be so easy to talk to.
As if to demonstrate how difficult it was to get onto the carriage, Ji Yan, the professional destroyer, easily crushed the small stool next to the carriage with a single step.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Is that bratty kid possessing you again?
Despite confirming it again, Shen Jiao still pinched her thigh in disbelief.
The pain was so intense she almost rolled her eyes back. Was this really not a dream?
Shen Jiao suddenly had a whimsical idea and really wanted to start a side business for herself.
For example, you could find a Taoist priest to give you a few professional lessons, or become sworn brothers with a shaman.
Since she arrived at the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, things have gradually started to go wrong.
Could it be that Cloud Mist Mountain is under some kind of vicious curse?
Even someone as awesome as Ji Yan was affected?
Shen Jiao pondered for a moment, her lively little eyebrows involuntarily furrowing together.
The carriage is too high? Shall we carry me up?
Is this really something a tyrannical ruler capable of destroying the world should say?
Shouldn't he curl the corners of his mouth at a 45-degree angle and then scoff disdainfully: "This piece of junk, the size of a grain of rice, is it worthy of me?"
Shen Jiao glanced at Ji Yan, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping herself.
He stared at the carriage in front of him with a complicated expression, next to which was a small stool and a mangled corpse.
That's really high for a three-year-old.
But for a tyrant who especially enjoys walking on rooftops, isn't this child's play?
If the illness doesn't flare up, all is well; but once it does, it's like ascending to heaven?
Although this extremely unusual behavior was novel and exciting, Liang Heng and Gu An, despite their curiosity and desire to lift the carriage curtain, restrained themselves in order to save their fragile lives.
Shen Jiao looked at Ji Yan, who had a calm expression.
My feelings were even more complicated.
She couldn't understand how a man who was 188 cm tall, had an aura of 2.8 meters, and could kill people like cutting cabbages could say such coquettish things and still be so calm.
Even if someone has to hug someone, shouldn't they hug her?
Can you please stop stealing my lines?
Shen Jiao reasonably suspected that Ji Yan might be possessed by a female ghost wandering by the roadside.
Actually, this reason makes a lot of sense.
Legend has it that tyrants killed countless people and harbored deep resentment, thus attracting evil spirits.
Shen Jiao suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Your Majesty, why don't we find a temple first?"
Ji Yan noticed that the hamster's brows furrowed and relaxed intermittently.
He looks very serious, but I still don't think he's very smart.
Why go to the temple?
Shen Jiao's expression was serious: "Pray to gods and Buddhas, exorcise ghosts and ensure peace?"
Oh dear, what a pity! If you could find a side hustle, you could expand your business.
For just 98 yuan, you can bring home a ghost-expelling talisman?
Ji Yan stared at Shen Jiao, initially puzzled, but then suddenly understood.
He stared straight ahead, his gaze strangely gloomy. "You're saying I'm possessed by a ghost?"
Shen Jiao thought to herself: Do I still need to ask? Isn't this the obvious fact?
She said in a serious tone, "How could that be! How could it be! Impossible! I would never say such a thing!"
Ji Yan pinched her cheek with two fingers, "I don't believe you."
The disbelief in the truth has resurfaced in the martial arts world.
Shen Jiao: "Then what will it take for His Majesty to believe me?"
Ji Yan suddenly smiled: "If you have such thoughts, I will take all the money from your bank."
Shen Jiao's lips froze: Isn't this guy usually scared away and never seen? How does he know where my money is?
Under the pressure of money, one's lifeline is immediately in someone else's hands.
Shen Jiao could no longer keep her mouth shut; she was in great pain.
She said timidly, "Can't I just take half?"
Upon hearing this, Ji Yan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
What a worthless, useless book!
He wanted to go back and put the sack on that old man Qinglang!
...
"Your Majesty, have you ever considered this? I am a young woman, not a warrior in armor."
Shen Jiao sat down on a nearby rock and swung her legs, unable to resist reminding the stubborn boy to be mindful of gender issues.
It's really inappropriate for the delicate Belle to kiss, hug, and lift the Beast high in the air!
Although they are both good-looking, the style of their interactions is too bizarre.
Ji Yan lowered her eyelids slightly, her tone harsh, "I don't care, you must hug me!"
"All right."
Shen Jiao resigned herself to her fate and didn't want to dawdle any longer; otherwise, it might have dragged on from morning till night.
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