Here we go again.
Why are there always people who remain stubbornly defiant even after losing?
Song Pengpeng is, and so is this Ai Li in front of us.
The competition ended as soon as it began.
This is something that young people in southern Xinjiang could never have imagined.
They had just started a commotion to try and intimidate the people of the Central Plains.
But now...
Everyone looked at each other.
The sudden silence created an awkward atmosphere.
Az broke the silence: "Fellow Daoist Burning Night has won."
"I told you there are heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people, now you all know, right?"
"Why aren't you going back to cultivate properly!"
He shouted sharply, and the crowd scattered in disarray.
Seeing the surprise on Gingerbread's face, Ayi, who was standing nearby, explained, "Don't be fooled by Az's youthful appearance; he's actually two hundred years old. Apart from the Witch King, everyone listens to him the most."
"I see." She turned her head and gave a friendly smile. "Thank you for clarifying things."
Ai waved her hand: "It's alright, it's alright. I'm sorry about what happened today. It was my oversight."
"No," Gingerbread said modestly.
A dejected and disheartened Eric stepped down from the sparring platform.
Ai grabbed Aili's ear and scolded, "Aili, you're itching for a beating after just a few days. You can't act impulsively. How many times have I told you? Why are you still like this? It was nothing, but you got involved and I almost lost face."
"Ouch...it hurts..."
"I admit I was wrong, okay?"
The two figures gradually walked away into the distance.
Az delivered gingerbread and Burning to the treehouse, and as he left, he invited them, "There's a bonfire party tonight, it'll be lively, you should come join us."
Gingerbread: "Okay."
"Oh, by the way, don't mind what happened today. These young lads are inexperienced and haven't seen much of the world. Fighting with you will teach them that there are many experts out there. In the future, when we ask them to cultivate, they won't make up a bunch of excuses to be lazy."
"Oh, no, no, that's how young people should be!"
Gingerbread greeted the guests with a smile.
Fenjue, standing behind her, found it amusing, thinking that Gingerbread had a kind of mature, adult-like quality.
Send Az away.
She stood at the doorway with her hands on her hips, saying sarcastically, "Oh, no wonder he's my junior brother, so charming!"
"You attracted the attention of young girls as soon as you arrived in southern Xinjiang, which led to a fight between you and them."
She finished speaking.
Suddenly, Fen Jue approached, the boy's face almost touching his, and Jiang Bingbing's mind exploded.
Suddenly speechless.
"W-what?"
"Senior sister, your tone is strange."
The boy's narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes shimmered, his dark pupils concealing a hint of amusement. "Why?"
"Why...why?"
She hurriedly lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.
"Senior sister, you know." His eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the stray hairs by her ear. His well-defined fingers twitched, but he ultimately resisted the urge to tie her hair up.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Gingerbread hurriedly bent down and went around him, then entered the treehouse and closed her eyes to cultivate.
The boy softly said "okay," then lowered his long eyelashes to conceal the turbulent emotions in his eyes.
Burn them all, burn them all.
It's not time yet; don't be impatient and ruin everything.
He repeated it to himself and then closed his eyes to begin cultivating.
It's true that the Blood Silkworm Gu caused him to lose his memory.
He was, after all, a god-king who had ascended to heaven, and his body was different from that of ordinary cultivators.
At Yancheng Inn.
My memory has mostly returned.
Unexpectedly, Gingerbread really liked his amnesiac appearance, so Fenjue decided to play along and pretended not to have regained his memory.
Don't be fooled by the little swindler's seemingly naive appearance.
She's quite proud and aloof when it comes to relationships.
Fen Jue's lips curled up; the word "arrogant" was still used by Gingerbread to describe him.
Gingerbread had its eyes closed, seemingly meditating, but inside, two little voices were fighting.
I kept asking myself, what did Fenjue mean just now?
As someone who has never eaten pork but has seen pigs run a lot, I'm an expert at watching dramas and reading novels.
She probably guessed the meaning behind Fen Jue's words.
But....
He has amnesia!
Could it be that she did something that caused him to misunderstand?
Once Fen Jue regains his memories, he definitely won't be interested in her anymore. If she responds now, it will just become a joke.
I don't want gingerbread!
I was just letting my mind wander like that.
Time flies, the sky is twinkling with stars, and the crescent moon hangs on the branches.
Azi came over and saw that the two disciples of the Sword Sect were cultivating. He cursed his own disciples for being lazy.
Look at them!
Even when traveling, he still cultivates so diligently.
"Miss Jiang, Fellow Daoist Fen Ye, let's go to the giant tree, the bonfire party is about to begin."
"Oh, okay."
Gingerbread stood up, straightened her skirt, and followed Az out without looking up.
I didn't see the burning of the entire structure.
Az felt something was off and couldn't help but glance at them a few more times, noticing the subtle tension between the two.
The subtle atmosphere continued until they reached the base of the giant tree.
Beside the burning flames, two circles of disciples from the Southern Frontier gathered, singing, dancing, drinking, and conversing.
Ayi ran over and pulled Gingerbread up, "Gingerbread, come play with me!"
"good!"
Ai pulled her to sit opposite her.
Fen Jue stood there, stunned, and glanced at Jiang Bingbing. It was obvious that the other party was avoiding him.
So he had no choice but to go and sit on the other side.
Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol.
The girls in southern Xinjiang are bolder than Ayi during the day.
Many girls blushed and invited Fen Jue to dance, but he coldly refused each time.
The warm light and shadow softened the boy's striking appearance, making him appear less aggressive. He sat there quietly and comfortably, attracting countless eyes.
His powerful and unique aura makes him impossible to ignore.
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
