"Xiaojiu, get out of the way. I'll break the door." Zhuhua held Li Chengyun in one hand and summoned his sword with the other.
Si Jiu hesitated for a moment and was about to move aside when he suddenly heard a surprised voice beside him.
"Master?"
Several people turned around suddenly and saw Shen Xinghe, whose clothes were slightly messy, and... Qianyan.
"Master, what are you doing?"
Si Jiu's eyes turned cold, "Where have you been?"
"I..." Shen Xinghe's expression suddenly changed, "Master, you are injured. Where are you injured? Let me see..."
He quickly ran to Sijiu, but Sijiu grabbed his wrist and asked, "Where were you just now?"
"I... am in Junior Sister Qianyan's room."
Sijiu: “!!!”
In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone?
Her first reaction was to look at the panicked girl.
There was hostility in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.
Qian Yan was frightened by what she saw, and her legs gave way as she knelt down. "Replying to Yujing Yuanjun, Junior Brother is in the disciple's room because..."
"Did I ask you to speak?"
Sijiu's cold voice silenced Qianyan instantly.
"you say."
She pursed her lips, her voice was cold, and the look she gave him was harsher than ever before.
Are you angry?
Shen Xinghe sneered, still treating himself as her private property as always, with a disgusting desire to control her that would not tolerate any freedom at all.
I thought it was different from the "previous life", but it turned out not to be.
"Master, during evening class, Senior Sister Qianyan had some questions about the exercises and asked me to explain them to her. I lost track of time and that's why I'm stuck here."
Si Jiu's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. What kind of technique needed to be explained in the room? And why was his clothes so messy when he was explaining it?
Are you so dedicated that you forget about time?
If you are so dedicated to your cultivation, why are you still at the foundation-building stage?
But wouldn't it sound weird if these words were actually said?
The kids are grown up now and have the right to make friends freely.
It was at this moment that Sijiu realized that her son was 16 years old. He was no longer the tiny little kid he was three years ago, but a tall, long-legged, handsome and dazzling young man.
What a great age to fall in love early.
She glanced at Shen Xinghe with a bad feeling in her heart, and saw that he was waiting for her decision anxiously.
Looking at Qianyan kneeling on the ground, her head was almost lowered to the ground.
She looked like a conservative and old-fashioned parent who caught a couple in bed and was about to break them up?
"With the intrusion of outsiders today, the peak will be unsafe for the next few days. Until Immortal Lord Zhuhua inspects and blesses the mountain-guarding formation, all Guanghan Peak disciples are prohibited from moving around freely. From the hour of Xu onwards, all must remain in their rooms. Do you understand?"
"yes."
"Yes, disciple understands."
"Okay, if you have nothing else, go back to the house." Si Jiu brushed away Shen Xinghe's hand, still feeling a little uncomfortable, and said coldly, "I am only half-baked, and you dare to teach and answer questions for Senior Sister.
Shen Xinghe, you are very good."
After saying that, she ignored him and turned away.
Shen Xinghe stood there without moving, watching the few people walk farther and farther away. However, Zhuhua Xianjun turned his head to look at him at the last moment, but quickly turned back.
Shen Xinghe raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Qianyan who was still kneeling.
Qianyan noticed his gaze and trembled even more violently than before. When she heard him chuckle, she was so frightened that tears came out of her eyes. She fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, "Don't kill me, don't kill me... Please... I, I won't say anything."
"Oh?" The young man laughed coldly, "But I've only heard one sentence..."
"What... uh..."
A flash of red shot out from Shen Xinghe's fingertips and pierced Qianyan's back and heart.
"Only the dead can keep secrets."
Feeling that Qianyan's life was over, Shen Xinghe snapped his fingers, and soon, a black mass appeared in front of him.
Shen Xinghe raised his chin towards Qianyan's corpse and said, "This skin is yours."
The black mass surged a few times, as if it was very excited, and then slowly seeped into Qianyan's body.
After just a few breaths, Qianyan, who had already died, crawled to the ground with somewhat stiff movements.
"Thank you for the gift, Master."
"Okay, get lost." Shen Xinghe waved his hand, "Be smart."
"Yes, Master."
"Qian Yan" retreated, and Shen Xinghe walked towards his bamboo house. As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he groaned and covered his chest.
Then a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Zhu Hua... the greatest sword in the world of cultivation. Ha..."
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