"How sensible! They even know how to reflect on themselves."
Mingyue smiled and pinched Ayue's soft cheeks.
A-Yue opened her little mouth and asked in a cute but fierce tone, "What reflection? Why should I reflect? I won't reflect!"
"Very good. I will reflect on myself three times a day and keep up the good work. I hope you've reflected on your actions by the time I get back."
Mingyue's nonsensical conversation infuriated Ayue, making her eyes turn red, but she could only watch helplessly as Mingyue disappeared before her eyes.
Ugh—that awful guardian! She wants to request a change!
When Mingyue found Zhuji, she saw Zhuji with bloodshot eyes swinging wildly at the air. Only when he saw Mingyue did he tilt his head in confusion.
"Hiss~"
Zhu Ji covered his head with his hands, squatted on the ground, and only stood up after a long while. He smiled with his pale lips raised, "This place is simply poisonous. You all died as soon as I came in. I kept killing monsters, but I couldn't kill them all. Luckily, you came."
Do you know how to make seafood sashimi?
Mingyue, carrying different kinds of seafood in her hands, asked questions earnestly.
"...Give it to me."
He actually fantasized that a foodie would sympathize with him.
Mingyue smiled kindly, "I've prepared the seasonings for you."
Zhu Ji resignedly took the food and began to prepare it, thinking that the Frost Sword he had forged from Xuan Iron Stone would one day be used for cooking.
"By the way, how did you manage to find me here?"
"That's how we found it."
Mingyue picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in a little wasabi, and put it in her mouth.
Zhu Ji absentmindedly processed the crab shells, "I wonder how your apprentice and Xie Si are doing?"
The moon did not respond, focusing intently on its rice.
Jing Yao and Su Xue'er both coughed up blood, their eyes filled with a fierce determination to never give up. Jing Yao gripped the whip tightly, still unable to control the trembling of her hands.
“Jingyao, a good-for-nothing should accept his fate. I’ve long disliked your scheming and trickery.”
Su Xue'er barely managed to support herself, her eyes filled with greed. This whip was so powerful! How could Jing Yao, this good-for-nothing, be worthy of using it?
Jing Yao grunted and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "I won't."
What is fate?
Why should she accept her fate?
Su Xue'er stared coldly at Jing Yao, as if she were looking at a dead man. She raised her chin and said, "Since that's the case, I'll show you what a difference in status is, and what it means to accept your fate."
Su Xue'er's figure rushed towards Jing Yao with lightning speed, but Jing Yao did not dodge but met her head-on.
Such a suicidal act was seen as courting death by Su Xue'er. A cruel smile curled at the corner of her lips as she mercilessly swung the curved knife in her hand toward Jing Yao's vital points.
In a flash, Jing Yao suddenly crouched down, and Su Xue'er reacted extremely quickly by slashing down.
Jing Yao flashed behind Su Xue'er, and with a whip infused with spiritual power, lashed Su Xue'er's back hard, leaving a bloody mark that instantly bled.
"You are very good."
Su Xue'er turned around, gritted her teeth and spat out three words, her attacks becoming increasingly ruthless.
Knowing she was no match for Su Xue'er, Jing Yao dodged her attacks in a disheveled manner, trying to find a weakness in her opponent's defenses.
"Thank you, Master Xie!"
Jing Yao suddenly spoke up.
Su Xue'er stood there stunned, turned around to look behind her, only to find no one there. Realizing she had been tricked, Su Xue'er's face was filled with barely concealed anger.
The next second, a whip was wrapped around her neck. Su Xue'er's face flushed red, and she glared at Jing Yao with resentment, "Despicable!"
Hearing Su Xue'er's strained voice, Jing Yao's eyes turned icy cold, and she tightened her whip without any hesitation. "Despicable? As long as I can win, I don't care whether the methods are righteous or despicable."
Her life experience from childhood to the present has taught her that as long as you are alive, any means that work is a good means.
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