After saying that, Ji Yan picked up the dusty Qinglang sword that had been lying aside, seemingly intending to demonstrate to her what a blood-splattered viewing platform was like.
Shen Jiao: "!!!" No way!
"Your Majesty, calm down, calm down." She used all her strength to hug the Qinglang Sword around her waist. The scabbard was a bit rough, making her armpits hurt.
So she returned the sword to the tyrant.
Ji Yan: "..."
Shen Jiao forced a smile, "To be honest, Your Majesty, I think collarbones look best when they're on the body."
She paused, then added in an extremely sincere tone, "It looks best on His Majesty, the original, the one I love most is the one that's native to the country."
In short, please don't ever think about gouging out her eyes or cutting off her collarbone again!
Most normal people wouldn't drool over two bloody bones.
Shen Jiao thought the tyrant would continue to go mad.
Unexpectedly, Ji Yan only paused for a moment before forcefully moving her face, with a force roughly the same as when trying to determine if she had her mother's face.
She realized that surgically enhanced faces rarely last more than three days under a tyrant.
Ji Yan suddenly smiled. "Although you are lying and saying one thing but meaning another, the last lie is quite similar to mine."
This face looks best when it's natural on her.
Otherwise, they should have been peeled off and made into lanterns back in Langya Pass.
Shen Jiao carefully recalled Ji Yan's expression and tone just now. Was it because she didn't perform well enough? Or was Ji Yan too perceptive?
How could I have seen through it so easily?
Also, what last thing he said sounded a lot like him?
Native to the area?
Are you saying that her natural, unadulterated face is just as beautiful as his?
Shen Jiao nodded with a smile, "Yes, His Majesty and I do look very alike."
After all, there's a saying that goes something like this: good-looking people always look alike.
Ji Yan also smiled.
The two successfully communicated without barriers across different channels.
The tyrant had probably had enough of his idle madness and stopped tormenting her fragile heart. Instead, he asked about the sweetness of the treats.
The topic shifted quickly, as if he wasn't the one holding a sword and about to chop his own bones just a second ago.
Shen Jiao sighed.
He truly deserves to be called a king who inspires fear in all who hear of him; no one can match his ability to control his emotions and influence.
Fortunately, the conversation finally got back on track, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as she caught her breath, Shen Jiao saw the tyrant's gaze fall on the walnut, admiring the patterns on the shell with considerable interest.
Her pupils dilated suddenly in disbelief.
No way, bro, I just wanted a little something extra.
But brother, you're not thinking of giving me these walnuts broken into QR codes as a treat, are you?
In this scorching, nearly forty-degree weather, by the time I stepped off the competition stage, the walnuts had all gone bad!
If the reaction is faster, it might even grow mold?
Shen Jiao sneered inwardly.
This money-grubbing bastard isn't trying to give her anything; he wants to send her to the gastroenterology department!
The hamster's fur is completely out of control!
...
Fortunately, all of this was just Shen Jiao's conjecture.
This time, the tyrant took an unconventional approach, showing a rare moment of conscience and compassion for his employees, proving he wasn't as wicked as he seemed.
Ji Yan instructed Li Wang to replace all the pearl curtains outside with gold, gemstones, and the largest denomination silver notes.
Shen Jiao had no idea where he got the things from.
Looking up, he saw his senior brother, the Sword Saint of Qinglang, being pinched in the philtrum by Young Master Qingfeng not far away, and he immediately understood what was going on.
Shen Jiao: "..." Unable to offer comfort, she could only offer her blessings.
Stacks of banknotes hung in mid-air. Her gaze was intense, and she couldn't bear to look away. She was so worried that they would be blown away by the wind. She would be heartbroken if even one of them was missing.
Although this is not her money yet.
Ji Yan: "These are all yours."
Shen Jiao: "Is there really such a good thing?"
Why is this money-grabbing princess suddenly so generous?
A miser isn't someone who's stingy or unwilling to spend even a penny.
So, not a single penny is left?
People are so complicated. If a tyrant is immoral, she has a problem with him. If a tyrant is no longer immoral, she still has a problem with him.
Shen Jiao had a vague feeling that something was wrong, as if a huge pit was waiting for her to fall into.
The hamster's fluffy eyes sparkled with an aura of impending wealth, but its speech was quite the opposite, incredibly lively.
Ji Yan gently patted the top of her head, then moved to her neck. Her cool fingers brushed against her skin, and Shen Jiao involuntarily swallowed.
It wasn't that she was shy; after all, it was already confirmed that the tyrant was sexually apathetic, and anyone who could still have forbidden thoughts in front of him was a hero.
She's obviously no good; she's a bear.
Shen Jiao was just worried that since she had asked the tyrant to crack walnuts not long ago, he might hold a grudge and smash her clever and intelligent little brain.
Ji Yan simply brushed a stray hair from her ear and then gently told her, "These are all your rewards, and you could even have more, but I want you to win."
Shen Jiao: "..." It does sound very appetizing.
but……
You think I can win just because you want me to?
He usually gets 60 points on tests, but after finding a really good tutor for last-minute cramming, he's now expected to get 100?
This is outrageous!
Shen Jiao remained silent, squatting in the corner and drawing circles.
She felt that the tyrant now resembled a pyramid scheme leader in particular.
...
The martial arts tournament is like a performance review and layoffs; the first round eliminates all those with some ability but not outstanding talent.
The remaining ones are the capable and outstanding ones, and... Shen Jiao and Gu An, the two sixth brothers.
The others didn't react much to the fact that Shen Jiao and Bai Zilan, the young master of the White Python Pavilion, were in the same group. On the contrary, they were quite relieved, as long as they weren't in the same group as this dancer.
As for Bai Zilan, he was a treasure at home, but he had no friends in the martial arts world. Apart from the disciples of the White Python Pavilion, no one cared about him.
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