The burning embers, so close yet so far, uttered these words.
Gingerbread was stunned for several seconds.
She didn't come to her senses until the other person frowned slightly and called her a little liar.
“I, I, I—”
Gingerbread picked at her fingers and looked away.
She hates it.
I hate myself for being so useless.
So what if she's good-looking? She stutters when she talks to people, like she's rapping.
"It's not impossible," she said softly.
Fenjue: "Hmm?"
Gingerbread looked up again, a naive glint in her round eyes, "I can give you myself, but you'll have to pay extra!"
How can an old man like her compare to her!
She's still young, and her work ethic is top-notch.
"..."
A black line appeared at the back of his head as he burned away.
Old Huang was watching intently from the side, and when he heard Jiang Bingbing's reply, he slapped his thigh in frustration.
Based on the many romantic novels he has written, filled with tender moments under the moon and flowers, his words reveal a deep sense of love.
The little girl should have one of the following two reactions at this time.
Alternatively, she might shyly lower her eyes, then raise them again, and softly say, "No~"
Or, she might playfully put her hands on her hips and ask, "What do you mean by that?"
This, this, this.
Which answer is not better than gingerbread's answer?
[You'll have to pay extra!]
Old Huang was so angry at those three words that he almost fainted.
The old man squatted in the corner.
He glared at Gingerbread with a look of utter disappointment and disdain, as if it were a hopeless case.
His fiery black eyes held a hint of a smile.
Birds flew low over the forest.
An eerily quiet atmosphere descended.
Gingerbread moved from the incredibly handsome face of Burning Extinction to other places.
You only realize it upon closer inspection.
His red robe was not simple; the black trim on the cuffs and collar was engraved with dark gold runes.
She couldn't understand those runes at her current level.
The other person had long, ink-black hair that cascaded down to their waist, and slender, jade-like fingers casually rested on the hilt of the sword hanging at their waist.
His posture was relaxed and casual, exuding a sense of untamed spirit.
Sword cultivators who prefer to wear red are already quite different from others.
“There is a spiritual spring there,” Fen Jue said, raising his chin slightly. “Go inside and cultivate until you reach the late Foundation Establishment stage.”
OK!
Even after emerging from her sea of consciousness, he still urged her to cultivate.
It was the Burning Annihilation she knew!
Gingerbread exhaled twice to calm his heartbeat.
Following the gaze of the burning tree, one can see a small spring behind the towering tree.
"What if someone comes?" she asked worriedly.
“I’m here,” Fen Jue said casually.
After saying that, he walked towards the direction of the spirit spring.
Gingerbread stared at the sword tassel dangling from his waist and, in a moment of madness, a thought popped into his head.
His waist must be very slim.
After walking for a while, Fen Jue realized that Gingerbread hadn't followed, so he turned and glanced back, saying, "Come here."
"Oh, here it comes!"
She jogged after him.
In a secluded corner where no one paid attention, Old Huang muttered to himself, "Why doesn't anyone ask me anything?"
The two people walked to the edge of the spirit spring.
Gingerbread exclaimed, "The spiritual energy is so rich, it's no less than the spiritual spring in the back mountain of the Sword Sect!"
"Hmm." Fen Jue stood to one side with his arms crossed. "Tian Jue was at least one step away from ascending to immortality."
"I've heard you mention this senior several times. Do you know him?" Gingerbread squatted down and splashed his hands in the water.
"Ghost Shuzi is my junior." Fen Jue drooped his eyelids and lazily watched her playing in the water with great enjoyment.
Gingerbread said "Oh," raised its little head, and said, "Then you're quite old."
"?" Fen Jue laughed.
“This senior is your junior.” Gingerbread blinked. “No wonder you’re over a thousand years old.”
Those who cultivate the Tao don't care about age.
Who doesn't live for a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand years?
Lifespan has reached this point.
Almost no one cares about age.
This was the first time Fenjue had ever been so bluntly called "old."
He chuckled, narrowed his phoenix eyes, and kicked the gingerbread in the butt.
"thump--"
Gingerbread was kicked into the water without warning.
Seeing her disheveled state, Fenjue felt a little better.
Who told this little liar to say he was old?
"What are you doing?"
Gingerbread floated to the surface, flapping its arms.
"Oh, you should start cultivating now, don't dawdle." After saying that, Fen Jue closed his eyes and sat down to meditate next to the spiritual spring.
Gingerbread wiped the water off her face, looked up to say something, then thought better of it and closed her mouth.
"snort."
She swam to the center of the sacred spring.
Just as he closed his eyes to prepare to circulate his cultivation technique, Fen Jue on the shore said in a calm tone, "I was the only cultivator in the Eight Desolate Continent who ascended at the age of one hundred a thousand years ago."
"Huh?" She opened her eyes again. "So?"
Was he using himself as an example to urge her to work harder in her cultivation?
“So, I’m not old at all.” Fen Jue shifted his posture and leaned against the boulder.
"I'm going to sleep for a while, you continue your cultivation."
Did you wake her up just to say this?
Gingerbread scratched his head, completely baffled.
If I can't figure it out, I'll just stop thinking about it.
He began to focus on his cultivation.
Old Huang, who was drifting over alone, was really about to faint.
The little girl is usually clever and quick-witted.
Why can't I get it right in this area?!
He wished he could crawl into Gingerbread's brain right now and give her a good lesson.
The illusory figure of Elder Huang drifted leisurely to the edge of the spiritual spring.
Even without opening his eyes, Fenjue knew that Elder Huang had arrived.
"May I ask how this esteemed person is addressed?" Old Huang asked cautiously, bowing slightly.
"Just an ordinary swordsman, surnamed Fen."
The man leaning against the boulder had his left hand lazily resting on his forehead, and his long, slender right leg bent.
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