A long-lost murderous aura surged through his body, making Mu Yingshan feel as if his body was being torn apart, and he trembled slightly.
The source of the murderous aura was none other than this delicate young girl.
Mu Yingshan suddenly remembered something.
He was Yuan Qingli's prop, just a prop, like the spiritual stones and treasures that could be casually thrown away or given away in his world.
Even if he disagreed, she seemed to have the right to use her sword.
No matter how high and mighty he once was, worshipped by countless swords, he is now nothing more than an accessory to a prop.
He looked at the longsword that seemed about to break in the next second, feeling both shocked and hopeless.
He never imagined that Yuan Qingli, with her mortal strength, could...
Ping-bang.
The longsword landed on the ground, and the white shoes stomped on it several times, followed by Yuan Qingli's displeased voice.
"You're wasting my energy."
The sound grew closer. The longsword was picked up and flew out like a parabola, heading steadily and perfectly towards Mu Yingshan.
Feeling instantly relieved of all his shackles, Mu Yingshan hurriedly caught it, unsure of what to say, and finally awkwardly squeezed out two words.
Thank you.
This was the first sword his master gave him, and it was also his natal sword. It was incredibly precious.
“Since the shoes are ruined anyway, from now on, each of you take a sword and protect me!” Yuan Qingli cast a cold glance at him.
She took off her mask, slightly disgusted, "Those insoles really stink, I'm not going to fix them."
Having witnessed the whole thing, Hua Lulu quickly composed herself and smiled sweetly: "Sister, you're so carefree. If it were my pet that misbehaved, I might have killed it."
“You’re right.” Yuan Qingli nodded and smiled, as if the asura-like expression from before was just an illusion.
She paused, her beautifully shaped eyes slightly upturned: "But I prefer to have someone to lean on, so that I can lie down comfortably and peacefully."
It was a back-and-forth exchange, with each person retaliating and neither giving an inch.
Hua Lulu didn't want to make a fool of herself any longer. She glanced at Bo Zijin, who was almost finished repairing the insoles, even though her brows were furrowed and her hands were still moving.
He glanced behind him again. Lu Xingyun's expression was blank, and the light in his eyes was slightly dim, like an exquisite doll displayed in a shop window.
Hua Lulu smiled sweetly: "Sister, time is almost up, hurry up and make a decision. Sign the contract with me, and I can help you pass the level."
"Why are you so fixated on me?" Yuan Qingli lifted her eyelids.
Before Hua Lulu could answer, she continued, "You want to find someone to replace you and become the new beast tamer. Is it because you can never leave here?"
Hua Lulu: "You guessed right, and you guessed wrong."
Yuan Qingli did not miss the disgust and unbearable frustration that surfaced in her eyes.
"Sister, think about your two teammates too. If you don't agree to sign the contract, they might... become members of my garden."
Her smile grew brighter and brighter. "As long as you sign, I guarantee that all three of you will leave safely."
"No way, do you think I'm a philanthropist?" Yuan Qingli asked in surprise, pointing casually.
"Those two were just temporary partners, not friends. I only care about my own life and death. Even if they turn into frogs, it has nothing to do with me. There's no need to threaten me."
Hua Lulu's expression cracked for a moment. How could this be? She observed that Yuan Qingli and the other two were very in sync and cooperated very well.
They chatted and laughed, and even got into a fight; their back-and-forth banter made them seem like they'd known each other for years.
If you tell her now that they're not close, she won't believe you!
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