The cold light came along with the heavy pressure from the demon cultivator in the Spiritual Transformation Stage. Ningning was stunned by the pair of eyes that suddenly opened, and by the time she realized something was wrong, it was too late to dodge.
The lightsaber came and went without a trace, as fast as lightning, but in the blink of an eye it solidified and pointed directly at her chest.
Suddenly, someone pulled Ningning's left arm hard, and her whole body fell to the side uncontrollably. In a flash, the lightsaber passed by her shoulder.
The man was very strong and she lost her balance in a trance and fell directly into his arms. A fresh woody scent wafted in her face, exactly the same as the smell on her body.
Pei Ji's body obviously stiffened, and then he loosened her arm. When he spoke, Ning Ning could feel the vibration of his chest: "...Excuse me."
Ning Ning took a step back and thanked him. She heard Meng Jiaqi, who was not far away, say in surprise: "Young City Lord?"
After a pause, he realized something was wrong and raised his voice suddenly: "No, you are not the Young City Lord... Who are you?"
"Still can't you guess my identity?"
Xuanye sat up lazily, his eyes full of playful smiles. He raised his right hand and pressed it to his ear. He pulled hard and tore off a human face: "I wanted to pretend for a while, but I didn't expect to be seen through... It seems that you are not as smart as that sword cultivator girl."
The human mask was removed, and the demon king who was so powerful hundreds of years ago finally revealed his true face.
Perhaps because he hadn't seen the sun for too long, his skin was so white that it was almost eerie, as if there was not a single blood vessel in his body, and he was covered in a layer of skin made of thin white paper. There was a rebellious and violent look between his brows, which made people feel cold at the first sight.
Qin Chuan was furious: "What about our Young City Lord? It's you lying on the bed... Where did the Young City Lord go?"
Xuanye raised his eyebrows, as if he remembered something extremely happy, and couldn't help but chuckle. While laughing, he took out something from his arms and threw it on the ground without mercy.
Meng Jiaqi and Qin Chuan couldn't help but feel their scalps tingling when they saw each other.
It was a crystal clear green token with three large characters "City Lord's Order" written on it in the ancient Kalan script. This token cannot be faked. It should have appeared on the real Young City Lord Jiang Si. Now it was thrown out by Xuanye.
"You mean Jiang Si? He died a long time ago."
He smiled so hard that his eyes curved, his blood-red pupils flashing with joy: "How long has Jialan City been asleep? More than three hundred years! You don't know that when I found him, Jiang Si had become a lonely skeleton, his clothes had rotted away, and only this sign was still there."
After saying that, he couldn't help but sigh: "How pitiful! How pitiful! All the elders who trusted him betrayed him, and the tribesmen couldn't escape the fate of being surrounded and annihilated by me. Tell me, Jiang Si risked his life, but what did he get in the end?"
Meng Jiaqi gnashed her teeth: "You bastard!"
"You are Elder Meng's daughter, right? He once told me about you."
Unexpectedly, Xuanye laughed instead of getting angry, and his tone was a bit arrogant: "I heard that you are stubborn and never listen to him. Now it seems to be true - he said that the wicked daughter is no longer useful, and I can do whatever I want with her. It's really a loving father and a filial daughter, and the father and daughter have a deep affection."
Meng Jiaqi secretly clenched her fists and a trace of blood came out from her bitten lips.
"My affairs cannot be known to the Xuanxu Sword Sect."
The man got out of bed barefoot, his black hair swaying left and right as he moved, the sneer on his lips becoming more and more obvious: "A sword cultivator in the Golden Core Stage... the soul should taste good."
As soon as the words fell, demonic energy appeared.
A thick, pure black aura condensed and rose up like a raging tide, filling the entire house in an instant. The strong sense of oppression was invisible, as if the air had turned into a sticky gel, making it hard to breathe.
"His current strength should be at the Nascent Soul stage."
Zheng Weiqi was the only Nascent Soul cultivator among the group, and she immediately said in a low voice, "Get out of this room!"
Xuanye smiled lightly when he heard this.
Demonic energy was overflowing, as if it was wrapped around something that could break free at any moment. It kept expanding and shaking violently, and would suddenly explode in the next instant.
And that is exactly the case.
The surging black tide exploded instantly with the blessing of spiritual power. The intertwined demonic energy seemed to have gathered a tremendous force, and every strand of it contained endless murderous intent, like thousands of sharp swords coming in overwhelming numbers, rushing towards everyone.
The house could not withstand such pressure. Cracks appeared on the wooden pillars and white walls. Finally, it collapsed with a loud bang.
Above his head was a wall falling rapidly, and to his side was a myriad of murderous demonic energy.
Zheng Weiqi immediately protected Qin Chuan and Meng Jiaqi, drew her sword and barely shattered the oncoming demonic energy, protecting the two demons with relatively low cultivation from dying in vain; Pei Ji cut off a piece of wooden beam that fell from the sky, frowned slightly for some reason, and whispered to Ning Ning: "I'll cover you, let's go."
"I don't want cover."
Ning Ning drew out the Star Scar Sword and paused for a very short moment: "Let's go together."
After she finished speaking, she noticed that Pei Ji's face was unusually pale, and asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"
“Oh no! Oh no!”
He Zhizhou on the side used thunder magic into his sword, and the tip of the sword pierced into the evil spirit, causing crackling sounds and flashes of lightning.
The precious sword and skills he spent all his money on finally worked at this moment. He swung his sword and shouted, "I've heard that a sudden burst of pure demonic energy will cause resonance among the surrounding demons. Doesn't Pei Ji also have the blood of a demon cultivator? There must be a conflict between the demonic energy in his body and the sword energy."
Pei Ji's face turned even paler, and he avoided Ning Ning's gaze: "I'm fine."
The world of immortal cultivation has a strict hierarchy, and there is still a huge gap between the three people and Xuanye. The overwhelming demonic energy screams and attacks, like a dense net that leaves people nowhere to escape.
Pei Ji's condition was getting worse and worse, but he still gritted his teeth and held on, not showing any emotion;
Fortunately, Ningning's swordsmanship was swift and agile. The Star Mark Sword emitted a bright white light, bringing out sword energy as brilliant as a galaxy, as dense as a storm, slashing at the menacing net.
The demonic energy was dense and its attack was fierce. The crowd didn't have time to cut it off one by one. Their bodies were more or less covered with bloody marks. When they finally escaped from the house, they heard a loud bang.
Half of the wall collapsed suddenly under the weight, but Xuanye stood up calmly, soared into the air from the gap, with his toes standing on the protruding corner of the top of the eaves.
His robe fluttered in the wind, and an evil wind filled his body. One corner of his clothing was slowly blown up, revealing the evil spirit that lingered around his ankles and clung to him like a long snake.
Zheng Weiqi suffered serious injuries while protecting two powerless demons. Now the men's white clothes were stained with blood, turning into red plum blossoms, showing a cruel and bloodthirsty beauty.
But she was the undisputed eldest sister of the sword sect after all. She gritted her teeth, grasped the sword, stood up, and leaped to the top of the eaves. The sword shadows split into white lights, surrounding her entire body.
Then the sword shadows made a buzzing sound at the same time, and attacked the demon cultivator not far away. The sword energy became the wind, and the sword roared like a dragon. The light and shadow intertwined, and it was as bright as day.
This is the unique true teaching of Xuanxu Sword School, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique.
The Ten Thousand Swords Technique is extremely difficult and is often used by powerful people in the Spirit Transformation Stage. Xuanye never expected that a little girl could use such a move. He was forced to take a few steps back by the sword lights. He cursed inwardly and urged the magic energy to protect his body, but he was still stabbed with long scars.
He didn't dare to be careless anymore and fought with Zheng Weiqi for a while. The latter's skills and experience were inferior to his, and he was defeated after a while; Xuanye was also injured and coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
"You are at the third stage of Nascent Soul, and you dare to fight me?"
The man's eyes were darker, and he sneered, "The remaining Jindan stage kids, do you want to do it yourselves, or do you want me to do it?"
Although he said this, he did not give Ningning a chance to choose. A moment later, he leaned over and jumped off the roof, walking straight in front of Ningning.
He never liked women who were too smart.
Especially, the woman who saw through his tricks.
"How about making you an appetizer?"
While the young man was talking, he activated the devilish energy in his body. Ning Ning was about to draw her sword, but was caught off guard and saw another sword blocking her.
It turned out to be Pei Ji.
The demonic energy in his body was surging, and it was obvious that it was difficult to contain it. Although his fingertips were shaking with pain, he still stood in front of her with an expressionless face and said in a cold voice: "Don't touch her."
"you?"
Xuanye looked him over and smiled disdainfully, "You actually have demonic energy in your body... The sword energy and demonic energy are fighting in your body. You're probably in trouble right now. What? You still want to be a hero?"
Pei Ji didn't respond and swung his sword down.
His sword energy was as cold as he was, as if it was wrapped in a thin layer of ice and snow. When it cut through the air, it drew up a piece of silver frost-like snow.
Fast and fierce, he used up all his strength and left his opponent no chance to breathe.
Pei Ji's attacks became more and more fierce.
This is not a level that an ordinary Jindan stage cultivator can reach. Xuanye finally stopped smiling and used his demonic energy to transform into a pitch-black sword.
The two swords clashed, and the two figures were so fast that they were almost impossible to see clearly. Two sword lights, one white and one black, suddenly collided. There were no extra skills, only the instinct and murderous intent cultivated through killing.
In this situation, rashly offering help would only backfire. Ningning frowned, her heart pounding.
Pei Ji was almost risking his entire life to fight against him. His black clothes were completely swallowed up by the night, and as his body moved, a few drops of blood fell to the ground.
His face was paler than Xuanye's, and there seemed to be a ferocious beast hidden in his thin and slender body, with brutality and cruelty firmly imprinted in his bones.
Wisps of black mist like shadows coiled up and climbed up the boy's ankles, back and neck in turn. He must have been in great pain, and his back often trembled uncontrollably. But it was this deep pain that gave rise to his endless fighting spirit and prevented him from being distracted.
Xuanye was already very weak, and Zheng Weiqi had consumed a lot of his energy before. After a fight, he gradually became unable to cope with it. But his opponent was as ferocious as a wild dog and didn't give him any chance to breathe.
...This kid must be crazy!
Fighting like this is tantamount to squandering life bit by bit, using life as a bargaining chip to press him step by step.
madman!
Xuanye secretly mobilized his remaining spiritual power and attacked Pei Ji with all his might. The opponent will definitely not be able to dodge this attack, and ordinary sword energy will not be able to pierce it. At that time, the kid will be helpless and can only have his stomach pierced.
He secretly smiled with a determined look on his face, but in the next moment, his expression suddenly froze.
The young man in front of him was almost completely enveloped by the evil spirit, his eyes were as dark as the abyss, cloudy and filled with horrifying bloodshot due to the pain. Due to overdrawing his strength, a layer of deathly color quietly covered his entire face, and it seemed that he might die of exhaustion at any time.
On his long sword, the snow-white sword light and the surging demonic energy intertwined with each other, like the overlapping of stars and the moon, instantly breaking through the layers of demonic energy -
In a flash, it pierced straight into his lower abdomen!
How could that be?
Feeling an unbearable pain in his abdomen, Xuanye stared in astonishment at the young man's fearless eyes.
This madman! He actually integrated the demonic energy and righteous sword intent into the sword! Isn't he worried about going astray or having his spiritual energy flow backwards?
Even though he was an unorthodox cultivator, he still subconsciously wanted to ask: What kind of evil and crooked path is this? !
Xuanye lowered his head in disbelief, his facial features twisted in pain.
Pei Ji finally couldn't bear the pain from the overflowing demonic energy, and half-knelt on the ground, barely supporting his body with his palms.
"Pei Ji!"
Ningning's heart almost jumped into her throat, and she quickly ran towards him when she saw this. Just like the previous times, he became a bloody man again this time.
...But this time, Pei Ji was trying to protect her.
"Do you think this is the end?"
Xuanye sneered harshly, and took a long breath in pain, but a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes: "Of course I can't come here alone rashly. I have secretly set up a trap in a place you guys wouldn't expect... Do you want to see it?"
He laughed, and, not knowing to whom, he shouted, "Come out!"
As the words fell, five figures walked out from the darkness of the courtyard at the same time. They all had snow-white hair, and were all old men with cloudy eyes, elegant and quiet.
Meng Jiaqi didn't know whether he was angry or afraid, and he was shaking all over: "This is... those five elders."
One of them glanced at her, raised his chin indifferently, his eyes full of indifference and contempt. It was Meng Jiaqi's biological father, Meng Qing.
"Why did you lie to me?"
Meng Jiaqi had been kept in the dark for so long that when she saw him for the first time, she couldn't help but tear up: "Daddy, why did you want to kill the young city lord?"
Meng Qing ignored her, but another elder beside him responded slowly: "Following the Demon Lord will ensure our prosperity and wealth for the rest of our lives. Jiaqi, don't be stubborn anymore."
It's obviously them who are stubborn and refuse to repent!
These elders cannot leave the bottom of the lake, and therefore do not know that a great war between immortals and demons had already taken place in the outside world. Now that the demons have disappeared, how can they have any wealth and glory?
"To refine the soul and rebuild the sea of consciousness, I still need three human souls. I originally planned to kill you all and then take your souls, but now it seems..."
Xuanye licked his lips and said, "This kid is extremely powerful. I only need him alone - I will break this city today!"
In order to take the soul, the target must have just died or be extremely weak.
Pei Ji was so badly injured that he would certainly be unable to resist; after the Five-Directional Soul-Capture Formation controlled by the elders was set up, it only took a short moment to take the soul, and others had no time to stop it.
Once he absorbs that kid's spiritual power, plus the countless human souls and demon spirits he had absorbed before, he will not only be able to leave this hellish place, but he will also be able to continue to be a powerful and happy demon lord.
The five people responded "yes" in unison, and the soul-sucking magic circle moved in response, and a few flashes of blood rose into the air -
But somehow, they all fell down heavily at the same time and turned into a pool of soft blood curse at their feet.
There was no soul-catching and spirit-locking as imagined, nor was there the expected blood-stained sky. The spell ended before it was even started, as if nothing had happened.
Four pairs of eyes, filled with disbelief, looked in the same direction at the same time.
Someone shouted in a trembling voice: "What are you doing...Meng Qing!"
The old man stood alone in the center of the formation, and for the first time a glimmer of clarity appeared in his cloudy eyes. He did not chant any spells, nor did he activate the formation, but just smiled faintly at them.
Then he stepped on the bloodstain on the ground and with a slight movement, he smeared it into a bloody paste whose shape could not be seen clearly.
When the formation was being activated, someone stopped setting up the formation midway, causing the entire game to fail and be lost.
It’s exactly the same as the scene on the city gate three hundred years ago.
It was like a long-planned revenge.
Xuanye knew something was wrong and covered the wound caused by Pei Ji.
"Want to break into this city?"
An unfamiliar male voice sounded from somewhere, as cold as the winter wind, with a hint of contemptuous sneer, suddenly breaking the deadlock: "My city, you can't move yet."
Meng Jiaqi opened his eyes wide in surprise and looked in the direction of the voice. He uttered a hoarse voice unconsciously: "Young...Young City Lord?"
Ningning stood beside Pei Ji and raised her head with difficulty.
A tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows of the trees deep in the path.
The man was wearing a jet-black robe embroidered with dark gold patterns, and seemed to blend in with the surrounding night. When the long-burning light gradually illuminated his cheeks, the first thing that caught her eye was the rich red marks at the corners of the young man's eyes.
This is a unique mark that the Phoenix Clan is born with.
The real Jiang Si looks no different from the fake face Xuanye had before, but his temperament is completely different.
Different from the evil and murderous aura surrounding the demon cultivator, the famous young city lord of Galan City stood like a jade tree, with an indifferent expression that showed little joy or anger, but a pair of deep and narrow phoenix eyes concealed an unstoppable spirit that broke through the layers of twilight in an instant.
"Jiang Si..."
Xuanye was startled for a moment, then burst into laughter: "I thought you were dead without a burial place, but it turns out you turned into a coward and hid yourself! How come Meng Qing is actually in the same group with you? How did you convince him to join?"
Jiang Si gave him a very light smile in return, and there was no ups and downs in his tone: "What's the point of 'persuasion'? From the very beginning, Uncle Meng has been mine."
Xuanye's smile finally froze slightly, and his laughter finally stopped.
"From the beginning?"
He squeezed these words out of his throat, and his eyes became more hostile.
If Meng Qing had never been instigated by him, it would mean that Jiang Si knew that he would be betrayed by the other elders at the city gate three hundred years ago.
In other words, he was probably prepared to die with them.
A thought came to his mind, making Xuanye furious and unable to control himself.
Logically speaking, Jiang Si had consumed much more spiritual power than him. Even if he hadn't died, it would have been impossible for him to wake up before him.
Since he woke up, he had been trying his best to find Jiang Si's body, and finally found his white skeleton in a corner. Therefore, he naturally believed that the man had died in the bitter battle a hundred years ago.
But if Jiang Si had anticipated everything, including the elders’ betrayal, Galan’s fall, and even everyone losing consciousness and falling into a coma after being hit—
Then could he make preparations in advance, asking others to hide him in a safe place after he falls asleep, and wait for the opportunity to wake him up?
Xuanye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his back began to tremble unconsciously: "Could it be that you——"
Jiang Si didn't have the patience to listen to him, and curled his lips coldly: "You finally understand."
Not everyone will abandon benevolence and original conscience for fame and wealth.
Meng Qing pretended to agree to Xuanye, and then told Jiang Si about it. After thinking for a moment, he suggested: "Young City Lord, the people who come here are not friendly, and we may not be able to deal with them. I wonder if we can ask the immortal sect and the aristocratic family for help to help us."
Jiang Si shook his head: "Xuan Ye is decisive. Now that he has won over all the elders, he will attack the city immediately. It will be too late to ask for help from outsiders."
After a pause, he continued, "Why don't we use his own tricks against him? Even though we can't defeat him, we can still fight to the death."
Meng Qing was horrified: "Young City Lord......!"
"When the city gate formation is set up, I will not focus my spiritual energy on the formation, but will just attack Xuanye. He is reckless, and once he believes that I am concentrating on setting up the formation, he will not put up extra defenses on himself. I can just take advantage of his unpreparedness and catch him off guard."
The young man sat at the desk and gently closed the ancient book in his hand: "As for Jialan City, I will use up all the remaining spiritual power and set up a huge barrier in the city to resist the flood. Under the collision of my and Xuanye's spiritual power, the consciousness of the people in the city will inevitably be impacted, causing them to lose consciousness and fall into a long coma - this is the opportunity for our second step of the plan."
Meng Qing seemed to be thinking about something, and Jiang Si continued, "I have very little spiritual power left, and I will be in a coma for much longer than Xuanye. In order to prevent him from getting rid of me as soon as he wakes up, Uncle Meng, I need your help."
"When hit by the spiritual power of the Spiritual Transformation Stage, the duration of coma can be as short as several decades or as long as hundreds of years - but if you take the Soul Strengthening Pill in advance, you can delay the impact to a great extent."
Jiang Si took out a jade token and handed it to Meng Qing: "This is the City Lord's Order. Uncle Meng, my spiritual power was damaged and I fell into a deep sleep. The Soul-Fortifying Pill is useless to me. You take it before the battle. After I wake up, hide me in the dark room under the City Lord's Mansion, and then find a skeleton of the same size as me... and put the City Lord's Order on it."
He then sighed and said, "It's just a pity for you that you have to be a traitor hated by everyone for a while."
This is Jiang Si’s plan.
He took advantage of Xuanye's plan of sowing discord and turned the tables on him, trapping him in a cage created by the flood. Then use another trick to escape, fake your death and get away. Wait until your strength is restored, then wait for an opportunity and find a way to get rid of him.
“You, you guys!”
Xuanye's face turned pale and blue, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood. He looked at Meng Qing with ferocious eyes: "You actually lied to me! Liar!"
He felt wronged. The white-haired old man nodded politely: "Demon Lord, weren't you the first one to teach us how to lie?"
The soul-capturing formation was broken, and Xuanye's last glimmer of hope came to an end, not to mention that he also met his mortal enemy and discovered that he had been deceived for three hundred years.
It was a double blow to his body and soul, which successfully turned him into a musical fountain. He yelled and spurted black blood from his mouth like a fairy scattering flowers: "Wait, wait! Jiang Si, as long as you promise not to kill me, I will give you the position of Demon Lord!"
Ning Ning used a handkerchief to wipe the blood off Pei Ji's face, and looked up at him with a half-smile: "Uncle, times have changed. Don't you know that since the war between immortals and demons, the demons have been slaughtered to the point of being wiped out?"
Xuanye's face turned from pale to blue.
Then she continued, "If you go out now, there will be only two outcomes. One is that you will be stabbed to pieces, and the other is that you will be captured and put on display. The theme of the exhibition is called 'The Last Demon'."
Xuanye's face turned from blue to colorful black.
Jiang Si had a cold expression, and a long sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. He said in a tone that did not allow for arguments: "Apologize to the people of Jialan City."
"Apologize?"
The demon cultivator, whose spiritual power was exhausted, snorted lightly, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Dream on!"
The moment the words fell, the blood red in Xuanye's pupils suddenly deepened, and turned into two bright red blood beads, the blood color swirled and rolled, and there was a faint tendency to explode.
Jiang Si frowned slightly and raised his voice: "Everyone, get down!"
Xuanye's laughter echoed in his ears, but was suddenly cut off by a deafening explosion.
The rich demonic energy was no different from a bomb from the 21st century. The moment it exploded, it set off layers of heat waves and rushed forward with tremendous force.
Ningning protected her body with sword energy and held Pei Ji's head in her arms. His body was as stiff as a sculpture, he didn't move from beginning to end, even his breathing was gentle.
Jiang Si saw Zheng Weiqi lying on the ground with serious injuries, and protected her without hesitation: "Brother, be careful!"
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Xuanye knew he was powerless to resist, and he exploded in rage and died, releasing evil energy that lingered around him.
After a long while, Jiang Si finally managed to prop up his body, which was pushed to Zheng Weiqi's side by the air wave, and met her eyes.
The fog is thick, the shadows are floating, and the hero saves the beauty. It is a romantic and passionate scene.
The two pairs of eyes were so close to each other that Jiang Si felt that he had never seen someone who made him so curious in his life.
The handsome young man was silent for a moment, then he opened his thin lips and said with all the seriousness in his life: "Brother, why are your chest muscles so exaggerated?"
Zheng Weiqi's expression paused.
Then he said coldly: "Really?"
When he heard the voice, he realized that it was a girl wearing men's clothes.
"woman?"
Jiang Si frowned, and finally smiled softly: "Interesting. You just used your Nascent Soul cultivation to perform the Mysterious Sword Sect's Ten Thousand Swords Technique, and successfully attracted my attention. I am Jiang Si from Jialan City, woman, what is your name?"
Zheng Weiqi had a blank expression on her face.
Ningning took Pei Ji to the medical center to heal his wounds, while the citizens of Galan City who heard the news sent all the elders to the interrogation hall.
He Zhizhou tried his best to play the role of a gossip expert who enjoyed himself, but when he heard this, he was slightly stunned.
Finally, we come to the plot under the moon and flowers.
——But this style of painting doesn’t seem right! Why did the young city lord say such inexplicable words!
It's like everyone around you is acting in a fantasy drama seriously, but suddenly a guy who just walked out of a domineering CEO romance movie comes and starts reading the awkward script in a serious manner.
As for the eldest sister of Ningning's family——
There was something wrong with the eldest sister's expression.
He remembered Ningning saying that Zheng Weiqi learned a lot of swear words when she was training at the foot of the mountain. She was an absolute little genius of Zuan. Later, she was cursed by her master Tian Xianzi, and she was barely restrained.
As for now, it seems, probably, maybe I can't control myself anymore.
Zheng Weiqi Zuan’s power: 30%.
"Why don't you answer me? Huh?"
Jiang Si's face was gloomy, as if he understood something: "You want to play hard to get and make me fall in love with you? This trick won't work on me. I advise you to give up. I will not fall in love with any woman."
He Zhizhou lowered his head in embarrassment and scratched the soles of his shoes with his toes.
Help! Is it possible that the famous and talented young city lord of Galan City has this kind of personality when dealing with women?
A narcissist who is possessed by the male protagonist of an old-fashioned domineering boss novel? No way, no way?
Meng Jiaqi, who was standing next to him, blushed as she watched, and kept chattering in his ear: "Young City Lord is so charming and manly! How could someone be like him, exuding a cool and melancholy masculinity all the time?"
He Zhizhou: ...
Did the aesthetic tastes of you demons from three hundred years ago all look so fresh and refined?
Perhaps three hundred years ago, this kind of personality was indeed a pretty good trend, which could attract thousands of girls to exclaim that it was unique. But speaking it out here and now—
It’s the year 2050 now. When people meet, the first thing they say is, “Oh my god! You surf the Internet too? Oh my god, are you a guy or a girl in Phuket?”
Zheng Weiqi Zuan’s power accumulation: 70%.
Seeing that he hadn't received a response for a long time, Jiang Si, perhaps to save face, forced himself to be tough: "Don't be so sentimental, I'm just a little interested in your swordsmanship. Women, everyone appreciates talent. Except for love, I can give you everything."
Zheng Weiqi: “Heh.”
Zheng Weiqi pushed him to the ground. Before Jiang Si could react, he lay straight on the ground, his chest against her knees, unable to move. "Is using the Ten Thousand Swords Technique enough to attract your attention? I can also twist your head off and kick it so that it will be shoulder to shoulder with the sun. I guarantee that you will never forget me for the rest of your life. Can you give me anything except love? One million spirit stones, come on! And your hard-earned salary for the next eight hundred years, give it to me, all of it!"
He paused and took a deep breath. "How dare you, with your weak arms and legs, let yourself be so foolish? Narcissists like you are a rare species. The extent of your brain problems is comparable to a wrongful conviction. Why hasn't the cultivation world considered using your face as a wall? Even if you use a cannon to bombard him, it will never be able to move."
Her words left Jiang Si speechless. Before he could finish cursing, Zheng Weiqi's face turned pale.
According to the forbidden spell that Tian Xianzi cast on her, as long as she started to curse, she would be involuntarily doing the thing she least wanted to do at that moment.
And the thing she hates most now is——
Zheng Weiqi's expression was as if she had just eaten a fly. She raised Jiang Si's chin with a look of death, and her tone softened a lot, turning into an extremely ambiguous sigh: "Man, you are such a annoying little goblin."
What is despair.
This is the deepest despair.
He Zhizhou: ...
Help! The senior sister has turned into a domineering president herself!
All her actions were beyond Jiang Si's expectations. His chin was restrained and he could not move. After hesitating for a moment, he pretended to be tough and said, "What are you doing? Woman, do you know that you are playing with fire?"
Unexpectedly, Zheng Weiqi's tone was so tough, like she was possessed by a domineering president - if you ignore her expression of disgust and the look as if she wished she could be reincarnated immediately.
"You rejected me? If you wanted to irritate me, you succeeded. But don't forget...you have to put out the fire you lit yourself."
It's so horrible.
These two people actually talked back and forth with each other, and were evenly matched. What they said was half a classic example of contemporary domineering president literature. You are worthy of it. Jiang Si's tone weakened a little: "Don't forget your identity! How can you do this, go beyond your rights!"
"oh?"
Zheng Weiqi gave up resisting and stopped trying to control her expression. She put on a wicked smile and said, "I'm afraid that you may say no, but your body is honest. So what if I cross the line? From now on, I will be the only one who can bully you. Do you understand?"
What an unprecedented and extremely greasy line.
What does it mean to defeat magic with magic, and defeat grease with grease.
Jiang Si was shocked.
How could there be a woman in this world who is more evil, charming and crazy than him? With just a few words, she made him speechless!
The once indomitable kingly aura seemed so vulnerable in front of her, and he became a timid little turtle.
Somehow, he was a little scared.
How much he wanted to say, woman, don't challenge my limits.
When the words came to his lips, they became a sentence: "It's not what you think, listen to my explanation! I didn't - cough!"
Two-stage reversal.
Jiang Si's injuries have not healed yet, the spiritual energy in his body is weak, and dizziness and coughing are very common symptoms.
When Zheng Weiqi heard this suppressed voice, she frowned immediately, her expression as fierce as a demon from hell: "Where's the doctor! Where is the doctor! If you can't cure him, I will bury the entire Jialan City with him!"
How overbearing and how wanton.
Punching means "Woman, you are playing with fire" and kicking means "You are just a plaything."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Si knew that he had lost.
It was a complete and utter defeat, a defeat without any suspense.
Qin Chuan, with a middle-aged face, poked his head in, full of curiosity: "Brother and sister, what are they doing? Why is Sister Zheng lying on the young city lord?"
He Zhizhou was silent for a moment.
Then, adhering to the principle of nurturing the healthy growth of the flowers of the motherland, he answered very seriously: "They are practicing that... that little jumping frog skill. Have you seen Toad? The movements are very similar."
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