Moreover, demolish the Dragon King's Palace? Sister, isn't your speed in shifting the blame a bit too swift? If Ye Chen knew that you were going to demolish his hometown because of a hug, wouldn't he be so angry that he'd vomit blood on the spot?
Although Qin Xiao found it satisfying to see Ye Chen get the short end of the stick, he just wanted to get away as soon as possible. Staying with Long Aobing, who was clearly in a bad state, any longer would only lead to more outrageous things.
His eyes darted around, and in a flash of inspiration, he slapped his thigh (almost hitting Long Aobing, who was still holding him), his face showing an anxious expression: "Oh no! This is bad!"
Long Aobing was taken aback by his sudden outburst: "What's wrong?"
Qin Xiao shook his phone with a "serious" expression—of course, in this world, a phone is just a communication tool and doesn't have many complicated functions, let alone "run out of gas"—he cleared his throat and said in a very urgent tone, "My phone is out of gas! Yes, out of gas! I have to hurry back to charge it, otherwise I'll be in trouble if I miss important calls later!"
Long Aobing: "...Huh?"
My phone... is out of gas?
This reason was so fresh and unconventional that even Long Aobing's mind, which was filled with "love lock" and "baby-making plan", froze for half a second.
Taking advantage of her momentary daze, Qin Xiao suddenly used a clever trick to slip out of her embrace like an eel, and then rushed out of the training ground without looking back.
"Well, Miss Long, until we meet again! I'll take my leave now!"
The sound still lingered in the same spot, but Qin Xiao's figure was almost disappearing at the doorway.
Long Aobing stood there, watching Qin Xiao's fleeing figure. A look of bewilderment flashed across her face at first, but then that bewilderment transformed into an even stronger obsession and determination to win.
She licked her lips and murmured to herself, her tone tinged with a sickly sweetness: "You ran so fast... But it doesn't matter. My husband, you can't escape my grasp."
The surrounding crowd, watching this dramatic scene, finally snapped out of their bizarre state of "taking it for granted," exchanging bewildered glances, but their eyes still held a lingering sense of disorientation from being influenced by Long Aobing's aura.
At the head of the table, the old men had complicated expressions. Old Master Shen Hong looked at the broken teacup in his hand, then at Long Aobing, whose eyes were burning with passion, and then at Qin Xiao, who had fled in panic. In the end, he could only let out a long sigh.
What kind of mess is this?!
Meanwhile, Qin Xiao, who had successfully escaped, wiped non-existent cold sweat from his forehead as he ran, still shaken.
"Damn... this woman... is terrifying..."
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