Shen Jiao was shocked and pulled up the last radish she had buried: "Is this what you call making do?"
Seeing the hamster's astonished and ignorant expression, Ji Yan gave a light "humph" with disdain, "I can easily snap off six heads. What is he if not a general? You think even that's impressive?"
Shen Jiao: Isn't that amazing? At most, when she lashes out with her whip, she stirs up a cloud of dust and then manages to trip herself up.
No, do we have to argue about who's better or worse in this kind of thing?
She didn't know that in terms of martial prowess, the tyrant had no limits, looked down on all living beings, and considered everyone a slacker. Being called a general was already the highest praise he could receive.
Ji Yan played the radish-pulling game as she pleased. After a while, she got bored and didn't want to play anymore. She casually grabbed Shen Jiao, who was squatting on the ground and playing enthusiastically, and tucked her elbow under her arm. She then took the Qinglang Sword and used her lightness skill to leave the radish patch.
Shen Jiao: "..." She could tolerate being carried around like a chick, but what kind of briefcase-holding posture is this?
Can't you show her some respect? Her persona is that of an unparalleled beauty who can topple kingdoms!
Why do other beauties travel in luxury cars and sedan chairs, while she has to be carried around like a sack or squeezed between legs?
The tyrant carried her through a dense forest, across crisscrossing streams, and over countless brightly lit houses. Shen Jiao was so blinded by the wind that she couldn't keep her eyes open and had no expression to maintain.
She kept her head down the whole way, either afraid that tree branches would scratch her beautiful face or that her beautiful face would be bumped or knocked.
Upon landing, Shen Jiao immediately touched her face to make sure there was no damage before she could relax. Although this place had good air and food and allowed her to use her light-footed skills to walk on water, there were no plastic surgery clinics. If she were to be disfigured, she would be devastated.
Shen Jiao, unusually perceptive, noticed that the tyrant's gaze was fixed on her... her head? What did this mean? Her eyes widened in horror, and she took dozens of steps back, her voice filled with disbelief, "No way, Your Majesty? You don't mean to use my head to prove how skilled you are with your whip, do you?"
This won't do, this won't do. A headless female corpse is too ugly.
Shen Jiao covered her head and took a few steps back in a very cowardly manner: "Your Majesty, please rest assured, my trust in you is sincere enough. I completely believe in this small matter and there is absolutely no need for proof!"
Even if you're bragging and say you were a deity in the Ninth Heaven in your past life, I still think that's a claim that can be made true!
So, leave me a way out, let me go, and spare my life too.
Ji Yan was slightly taken aback, but then he realized what the frizzy hamster meant. He immediately burst into laughter. He liked to pat something when he laughed, and since there was no table around, he casually waved his hand, and the courtyard wall collapsed.
Shen Jiao: "..." I suggest you go and help the government with the demolition.
She didn't know what made the tyrant laugh, but his laughter was not only very funny, it was also extremely disturbing. She thought that if any family had a child preparing for exams and had a neighbor like the tyrant, they would definitely be so angry that they would vomit blood.
Ji Yan had a strange sense of humor; she couldn't stop laughing and was breathless. "A head of your quality, I can roll twelve at a time."
Shen Jiao: Maybe her head isn't called a head, but a head of cabbage?
However, judging from the tyrant's foolish expression, it doesn't seem like he intends to send her away.
Shen Jiao immediately felt relieved. She didn't know why Ji Yan suddenly became very interested in her head, which was only good-looking. She looked around and finally found a porcelain jar filled with water in the corner.
The courtyard was very large and filled with rare and exotic plants. She had never seen the specific species before, could not recognize them, and did not know their names. She just thought they had unique shapes and looked expensive.
Inside the courtyard was an attic, whose owner was unknown, similar to a modern detached villa.
The host family must be people of high status and position in the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion. Shen Jiao has become accustomed to the tyrant's unrepentant behavior of trespassing on private property. Luckily, he is the emperor, otherwise he would be like a weasel crossing the street, getting beaten every day.
Shen Jiao ran to the water vat, and then she saw a reflection on the water's surface: a head of messy hair. How messy? Roughly like the kind of non-mainstream look you'd see in the countryside in the 1990s.
She forced a stiff smile and asked, "Your Majesty, is it funny?"
Ji Yan answered quite seriously, "It's pretty funny, do you want to laugh with me?"
Shen Jiao: "..." Thank you for the invitation.
Seeing that she wasn't smiling, Ji Yan frowned in displeasure. "Isn't it funny?"
Seeing that his expression was off, Shen Jiao immediately became alert and hurriedly said, "It's funny, it's so funny, hahaha... This is too funny."
Seeing her smile, Ji Yan, a professional at changing her expression, laughed even more heartily, and then said in a serious tone, "Jiao Jiao, you're right, it's really not funny."
Shen Jiao: "???" Are you sick? If it's not funny, why are you laughing? Are you having intermittent seizures?
Ji Yan: "Because I've discovered that you're even funnier when you laugh."
It's especially funny and entertaining when a hamster's fur is ruffled and its true nature is contradictory, which makes it much happier.
Shen Jiao: "..." To be honest, I've never seen anyone with such a sharp tongue.
Ji Yan laughed again, casually took her hand, and kicked open the attic door. There were no lights on inside at this hour, so it was probably uninhabited.
Shen Jiao glanced at it casually. The flowers in the vase were fresh, and the furniture was dust-free, indicating that someone cleaned it regularly every day. This owner must have a very high status.
That's strange. Why would her senior brother, the Sword Saint of Qinglang, a dignified sect leader, live in a small wooden house that can't withstand wind and rain?
Is it because he's been in a high-level position for too long and wants to experience the life of a low-level employee?
The tyrant led her to sit on a soft chair, completely calm and composed, as if he were returning to his own home. Shen Jiao put herself in the role of the host, and found it very uncomfortable to put herself in that role. She really wanted to sweep the tyrant out with a broom, oh right, and sweep her, this burden, out with her too.
Ji Yan's conversation was very erratic; he would say whatever came to mind, sometimes talking about the sky, sometimes about the earth. Just when you thought he wanted to talk about why the tree by the door was crooked, he brought up the Southern Frontier Whip King again.
Do you know who fought against the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang?
Shen Jiao shook her head: "I don't know."
She was incredibly busy today. After class and exams, she had to pull up radishes, and after that, she even had time to rescue an unfortunate child. How could she possibly know about this?
But no matter who the Southern Whip King fought, the opponent always seemed to be quite unlucky.
"Who's so unlucky to fight someone with a curly head? They must either have too many heads or they're tired of living."
Ji Yan: "It's you, Jiao Jiao."
"Who am I? Who is Jiaojiao? I don't know who Shen Jiao is at all. My name is Shen Baijiao." Shen Jiao thought she had misheard and forced a smile that was uglier than a cry, but with her looks, even an ugly smile was still quite pretty.
The tyrant smirked maliciously, "Want to know who drew your number?"
Shen Jiao was stunned: What? It wasn't you? I thought no one but you could do something so despicable.
"Who is it?" she asked through gritted teeth.
Ji Yan cupped her face in her hands, "Mu Yang, are you surprised? Are you taken aback? Do you regret it?"
Shen Jiao: "..."
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