"System notification: Bo Zijing has a terrible sense of direction. Could it be that he's lost?"
Lu Xingyun muttered to himself.
It's hard to imagine that a domineering CEO who received all kinds of elite education from childhood wouldn't even know where he is.
It's almost 11 PM!
They're comrades who've been through thick and thin together, so please have some mercy and try to find them.
Lu Xingyun followed the road and saw that the service area ahead was quite lively.
"If you get lost, go to a service area and ask the staff for help. He should have learned that, right?"
Lu Xingyun concluded that Bo Zijin was most likely in the service area.
I jogged over, and as soon as I entered the gate, I was chosen by a delicate finger.
The chosen one.
The clowns' eyes immediately focused on Lu Xingyun.
Lu Xingyun's beautifully shaped eyes widened slightly, then he realized something and raised his eyebrows slightly.
Many clowns voluntarily made way for them, lining the path to "welcome" them.
Lu Xingyun walked over slowly and unhurriedly.
All the clowns' eyes followed him.
Just like a star on the Cannes red carpet.
Being the center of attention wherever you go—that feeling isn't pleasant.
Lu Xingyun approached Yuan Qingli and saw the weariness and pain in her eyes.
I immediately became alert—she seemed to need help.
"Um?"
“I need you to blindfold me and throw flying swords at me.” Yuan Qingli pointed to the clown on the wall who was being killed by flying swords.
"Do you think I'm good at this?"
Lu Xingyun looked on in astonishment, "Are you sure you want to become like this? You're so ruthless to yourself!"
"roll."
Yuan Qingli breathed out weakly.
With his eyes closed, the flesh on his face was contorted, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his face.
Her stomach was hurting more and more, as if someone was twisting and turning her intestines like maltose.
Lu Xingyun helped Yuan Qingli up, his rude and infuriating demeanor vanishing.
A polite and dignified curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
"It's my duty to help this beautiful lady."
The faint fragrance of roses wafted over, slightly invigorating Yuan Qingli's listless spirits.
Why do you smell like roses?
"I picked one because it looked pretty."
"You have it on you? Give it to me quickly." Yuan Qingli's eyes were full of excitement and anticipation.
Thus, under the watchful eyes of everyone.
Lu Xingyun took out a crumpled little flower from the pocket inside his chest.
It trembled slightly and was inserted into the rubber band of Yuan Qingli's high bun.
The beautiful woman is listless, and the fresh flowers are wrinkled.
They're a good match.
Within seconds, Yuan Qingli felt a refreshing coolness filling her mind.
The maltose in my stomach also calmed down, without any further disturbance.
The roses on her head seemed to have perked up considerably.
"Your flying sword is very accurate; I knew it from the runway. I trust you."
Yuan Qingli's face was full of sincerity, and her eyes were resolute.
That's an absolute trust.
"It would be difficult to throw all the flying swords at you, but throwing them all to the side is a piece of cake."
Lu Xingyun smiled.
His voice was slightly bland, with a hint of nasal laziness.
Her eyes had a hint of pink at the corners, and her smile was both comforting and alluring.
Blindfold yourself and stand against the wall.
Yuan Qingli took a deep breath and held it.
It's impossible not to be nervous, considering we've only met three times.
Moreover, such a life-or-death entrustment depends on whether God will grant it.
笃.
Just as Yuan Qingli was thinking, a sound in her right ear caught her attention.
The force of that sword's cry was definitely not small.
Lu Xingyun really dared to take action.
笃.
This time it was near my left ear; I could vaguely feel a slight breeze brushing against the back of my ear.
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap.
Lu Xingyun's hands were very steady.
Even if a thousand-foot-high raging fire were burning right before their eyes, nothing would change.
Eleven flying swords, eleven seconds.
It perfectly replicates Yuan Qingli's graceful figure.
Clap clap clap.
The hall erupted in applause.
Yuan Qingli pulled off her blindfold and saw a faint smile on Lu Xingyun's lips.
She thought of what Lu Xingyun hadn't finished saying outside the animal park earlier that day.
They realized it too.
Why did he save himself back then?
"Can we begin the third level now?" Yuan Qingli asked slowly, turning to the green clown.
"Can……"
The green clown was about to speak, but then stopped abruptly.
Two seconds later, the clown's booming voice echoed throughout the hall once again.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, since you didn't choose one of our staff members, the Joker King thinks we should increase the difficulty."
"You'll have to shoot him with your flying sword to pass this level."
The moment the words were spoken, the first person to change color was Lu Xingyun.
He looked at Yuan Qingli, whose expression wasn't much better.
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