At this very moment, on the competition stage, a new competition is about to begin.
Speaking of which, everyone hopes to be paired with Young Master Qingfeng and Yu Wushuang.
Unfortunately, life is unpredictable and full of surprises. Who could have predicted that these two, who are particularly good at fighting, would become a team?
Shen Jiao sighed, "How can people's luck be so different!"
Back then, she spent ten yuan to buy a scratch-off lottery ticket, and ended up having to pay twenty yuan out of her own pocket.
If I could, I'd really like to have the disciple from Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion in charge of drawing lots buy a few lottery tickets for her; she'd definitely make a fortune.
The academic elites' strength is beyond doubt; their sheer dominance alone brought their opponents to tears, leaving them in silent agony.
How can we fight this?
They struggled even against one of them, and now they're going to team up with a powerful opponent?
It's true that when men and women team up, fighting becomes less tiring.
When ordinary players face off against players who spend a lot of money, they have no choice but to surrender or get completely crushed.
Shen Jiao found it extremely comical to see the expressions of her opponents in the top student group change from green to white.
Perhaps due to excessive excitement, he started by demonstrating a clumsy hand and foot movement.
Those on the left are watching those on the right, who are moving their hands and feet in unison. They correct them while joining in the discussion.
The art style is unique.
Shen Jiao: "..."
Brother, you have a good vision. If I can't refuse, I'll join you.
Upon seeing this, Ji Yan merely snorted coldly, her soft nasal tone conveying boundless indifference and disdain to Shen Jiao.
Got it, got it. This person is arrogant and looks down on not only the two-person team with the same hand and foot movements, but also the academic elite team.
"With this level of skill, they can even make it to the second round. It's true that each year is worse than the last." Ji Yan smiled faintly, uttering the old-fashioned words of her homeroom teacher.
Shen Jiao: I know, I know. Even the bottom three from last year are better than the top three from this year.
Qinglang Sword Saint felt ashamed upon hearing this, feeling somewhat helpless like a subject teacher being reprimanded by their superiors.
How could someone convey such utter contempt with just a smile?
Ji Yan stood expressionless on the viewing platform, her eyes always calm and sinister.
He offered no criticism, saying, "This is truly the worst class I've ever seen."
Shen Jiao thought to herself: I've heard that kind of talk a lot. You talk as if you've seen the other cohorts.
Seeing the hamster's ruffled fur, Ji Yan said, "When I first participated in the martial arts tournament, I was about the same age as you, maybe even a little younger. I don't remember exactly."
Why are you suddenly bringing up the past?
Shen Jiao held her breath, unsure whether she should listen or not. Could this be considered a royal secret?
Will I get beheaded if I know too much?
Well, since you can't remember, why don't you just leave it at that?
Shen Jiao strongly suspected that the tyrant had also been blinded by the sun and had no idea why he was interested in talking to her about these things.
Seeing that the hamster with its ruffled fur wasn't listening attentively, Ji Yan deliberately leaned close to her ear and explained it to her in detail.
Shen Jiao: "..."
I'm really impressed by you, the sixth brother, with your competitive and sharing nature.
"The group of people who participated in the martial arts tournament many years ago were all old fogies, probably as old as Qinglang. They all wanted me dead, but I just couldn't do what they wanted."
Ji Yan's tone was cold, but her speech was flat, as if she were telling an unimportant story.
The protagonist of the story doesn't resemble him at all, but rather a seemingly insignificant bystander.
With them so close, Shen Jiao had no choice but to listen.
So she not only listened, but it also sparked her thinking.
The "they" the tyrant was referring to didn't seem to be the group of old men who participated in the martial arts tournament.
them……
Are they what are called aristocratic families?
Upon hearing this, the Azure Sword Saint, who was standing to the side, seemed to recall something, and a faint, almost imperceptible, serious expression flashed across his usually kind and gentle face.
As the Sword Saint of Azure Dragon drifted into the distance, the group of vibrant lives clapping and cheering before him vanished in an instant.
What met the eye was a scene of utter desolation.
In the crimson, winding river of blood, figures fled in panic, and countless cries for mercy echoed—some kneeling, some kowtowing incessantly, some resorting to coercion and enticement, some killing each other…
Utter chaos.
"Jiaojiao." Ji Yan suddenly called her that, gently cupping her face, "Guess their final fate."
What's there to guess?
It's either you or him who dies.
Shen Jiao really didn't want to get involved in these royal secrets, but when this person's desire to share kicked in, it was like a young woman having her period—you couldn't stop him.
Can you please stop multitasking and just focus on watching the competition?
Other emperors, upon hearing discussions about matters from their princely days, would have been filled with rage and wished to exterminate the entire family.
Those so-called shady things were ordered to be buried underground forever, never to see the light of day again.
Ji Yan, on the other hand, not only didn't bury him, but he would often dig him up to bask in the sun, as if afraid that the world would forget his cruelty.
Shen Jiao suspected that Ji Yan might be poisonous.
Other emperors focused on hiring hundreds or even thousands of naval troops to cultivate their image and build a lasting reputation.
Ji Yan was terrified that someone would try to clear his name, so he would make trouble as soon as his reputation improved even a little.
So, is he serious about bashing his own tyrant?
Seeing that Shen Jiao remained silent, Ji Yan grew displeased and narrowed his eyes, saying menacingly, "Why aren't you speaking? If you don't speak, I'll take you to dig up their graves."
Shen Jiao immediately said, "He's dead."
“Yes.” Ji Yan moved closer to her affectionately and praised her sincerely, “Jiaojiao, you are so smart.”
Shen Jiao chuckled, "You flatter me."
She finally understood that to gain the tyrant's special attention, she didn't need extraordinary strength; she only needed to be able to listen to his boasting.
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