Don't play with fire.
Fang Li shook her head mysteriously, a sly glint in her eyes: "No, no, no... that would be too boring, and too easy on him. We need to make him... anxious to the point of jumping up and down, internally aggrieved, and... unable to express his suffering." She leaned closer to Xiao Liuli and whispered a few words.
Little Liuli's eyes grew brighter and brighter as she listened, and finally she nodded vigorously: "Brilliant! Host is truly brilliant! To kill someone is to destroy their spirit! No, to train someone's mind is to destroy their spirit!"
The next morning, as dawn broke.
On the training ground on the east side of the courtyard, Ji Qianqiu was practicing axe techniques with his upper body bare.
His bronze skin gleamed in the morning light, and his well-defined muscles rippled with each chop, slash, sweep, and sweep, while sweat trickled down his spine.
Fang Li, dressed in an elegant dress, walked gracefully with Xiao Liuli by her side. She leaned against the moon gate of the training ground, her gaze lingering unabashedly on his muscular body.
Upon seeing Fang Li, Ji Qianqiu immediately put away his axe, hastily wiped the sweat from his face with his arm, grinned with a bright yet slightly silly smile, and quickly ran over: "Junior Sister! You came to watch me practice? I recently learned a new axe technique! Shall I show it to you?"
Fang Li didn't look at his axe. Instead, she stretched out her slender finger and gently touched his sweaty chest. The muscles under her fingertip tensed instantly.
"Senior Brother Ji...you're so strong..." she said softly, slowly tracing a circle on his firm chest muscles.
Ji Qianqiu's face instantly turned purple, his body stiffened like a log, and he stammered, "It's...it's alright...I...I just have some strength..." His brain almost stopped working, leaving only the soft touch on his chest that amplified infinitely.
Fang Li's fingers slowly moved downwards, tracing his taut abs, feeling their burning heat. Finally, her fingertips paused slightly at the cleft of his buttocks, the edge of his waistband, her tone languid: "Back then... when you chased me around fighting every day... when you held my wrist and dragged me to the training ground... you were just like this... imposing and brooking no refusal..."
These words instantly shattered all of Ji Qianqiu's romantic thoughts! His face turned deathly pale in an instant, and he was sweating profusely, at a loss for what to do: "Junior sister! I was wrong! I was a bastard back then! I... I wasn't thinking about how to speed up the fight... I... I..." He was so anxious that he wanted to rip his heart out and show it to her.
Fang Li withdrew her hand, looking at him with a leisurely air as he was sweating profusely, and chuckled: "You know you were wrong?"
Ji Qianqiu nodded vigorously, like a chick pecking at rice: "I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I will never dare to be violent towards my junior sister again! I swear!"
"Alright..." Fang Li's eyes shifted, and she pointed to the huge granite rockery in the corner of the training ground, which was as tall as two people. "You are to be punished... today, you are not allowed to use an axe or immortal energy... to move that rockery... to me by hand."
Ji Qianqiu stared wide-eyed at the heavy artificial mountain and gasped, "Bare... bare hands? Without using immortal energy?" This was an extremely strenuous task for him as well.
Fang Li raised an eyebrow, her eyes carrying a hint of provocation: "What? Senior Brother Ji... the energy you had back then, chasing after me and insisting on competing with me... is all gone?"
Ji Qianqiu gritted his teeth and said with his neck stiff, "Yes! I have it! I'll move it! Junior sister, watch carefully!" After saying that, he really strode over, took a deep breath, stood firm in a horse stance, hugged the base of the artificial mountain with both arms, his muscles bulged and veins popped out instantly, and he let out a low roar as he began to shake the base of the artificial mountain with his bare hands.
Xiao Liuli chuckled on Fang Li's shoulder, transmitting her thoughts telepathically: "Host! Brilliant! (Gives a thumbs up) He only knew how to use brute force back then! Now he's dumbfounded, isn't he? Pure physical damage!"
Fang Li smiled slightly, but didn't leave. She found a clean stone bench to sit down, and Xiao Liuli cleverly made her a cup of tea.
She sipped her tea slowly, watching Ji Qianqiu work like a bull, sweating profusely, his palms soon bleeding from the rough stones, yet he still ignored it and painstakingly dug the artificial mountain out of the ground.
Half an hour later, Ji Qianqiu, covered in dust, finally uprooted the heavy artificial mountain, wobbled as he carried it on his broad shoulders, and slowly and heavily moved it to Fang Li, setting it down so hard that the ground trembled.
He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, staring expectantly at Fang Li like a large dog waiting for its master's praise: "Junior sister... you... you've moved it..."
Fang Li put down her teacup, stood up, and walked over to him.
She took out her silk handkerchief, ignoring the sweat and mud on his body, and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead. Then she carefully lifted his large, calloused hands, which were raw and covered in stone chips, and gently wiped away the bloodstains and dirt.
Ji Qianqiu froze again, feeling her sudden tenderness, looking at her focused eyes, and smelling her fragrance so close to him. His heart was beating faster and louder than when he was moving the mountain, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.
After wiping him clean, Fang Li gently placed the silk handkerchief, stained with his sweat and blood, into his large hand. Then, she leaned close to his ear and breathed softly, "Does it hurt?"
Ji Qianqiu shook her head violently, her voice hoarse: "No...it doesn't hurt!" This minor injury was nothing compared to the excitement and helplessness she felt at that moment.
Fang Li chuckled, her breath brushing against his earlobe: "Remember this pain... next time... if you dare to be rough with me again..." Her fingertips lightly traced his rapidly bobbing Adam's apple, sending a shiver down his spine, "...it won't be as simple as moving a rockery..."
After saying that, she withdrew her hand, turned and left, her skirt swaying, leaving behind a back view that made people's hearts itch.
Ji Qianqiu stood alone, clutching the blood-stained silk handkerchief tightly in his hand, watching the direction Fang Li had gone, his bronze face flushed red and pale.
I felt frustrated. "I was punished."
A surge of intense desire and restlessness welled up within her. "I've been flirted with."
A lingering fear lingered in her mind. "She really seems to hold grudges." Her thoughts were a complete mess: "Junior sister... is she... punishing me... or... rewarding me? Or... warning me?"
Xiao Liuli glanced back at Ji Qianqiu, who was standing there dumbfounded, as if his soul had left his body, and whispered, "Host... look at him... he seems... stunned by the scolding? (chuckles) But... he seems to have enjoyed the scolding a bit? Let's see if he dares to resort to violence again!"
In the distance, the other three people took in the whole scene, their expressions varying.
Ye Wuyang's eyes were icy, a disdainful smile playing on her lips: "...A petty trick." Inwardly, however, she was on high alert, pondering how to respond to Fang Li if she used similar methods against her again, in a way that was both dignified and...satisfying...
Shen Yunzhou's sword hummed: "...Moving mountains with bare hands? Fool." His eyes, however, thoughtfully swept over the wound on Ji Qianqiu's hand and the silk handkerchief, secretly considering the feasibility of this "self-inflicted injury" scheme.
Xie Chen chuckled lightly, fanning himself, his eyes sparkling: "Li'er... are you starting to play with fire? Take them down one by one..."
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