Chapter 230 Yamamoto's Threat
Upon hearing this, Aoi Taro stiffened, chuckled softly, and got up from the ground. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly not in any condition.
He carefully brushed the mud and grime off his clothes, tidied himself up, and finally looked at Sanada Haruhi leisurely and asked:
"As expected of the senior sister, but I'm very curious, how did you find out?"
Sanada Haruhi watched his movements and sneered a few times, "If you could act any better."
Actually, she didn't realize it at first either, and thought that this Aoi Taro was really audacious to flirt with her.
Later, when Aoi Taro sat down, she noticed a detail: Aoi Taro was a very thoughtful person.
Even sitting down was done with great etiquette; first, the stool was wiped clean, and then the clothes were straightened before sitting down.
This reminded Sanada Haruhi of some information he had previously investigated about Aoi Taro.
Born into a prestigious family, Aoi Taro possessed extremely strict etiquette and upbringing. He disliked filth and vulgar language, and was a noble and elegant person, the most dignified among all his disciples.
Aoi Taro's actions just now were completely contrary to the rumors about him. No matter how much a person changes, it is impossible for them to suddenly change so drastically. That's why Sanada Haruhi sensed something was wrong.
Furthermore, his last few words, which were clearly a test, aroused her suspicion even more. Judging from his expression, it seemed that he wanted to see what kind of strength she actually possessed.
Aoi Taro's actions couldn't have been baseless; it was clearly instigated by someone, and she could only want one person capable of doing such a thing.
That was her master, Shuichiro Yamamoto!
Seeing that she had already figured out his intentions, Aoi Taro smiled slightly and didn't waste any words. He pointed to He Wen, who was still screaming on the ground, and said, "Let him go first."
It took me a lot of effort to pull him back from the brink of death! What if you continue to treat him like this and he can't catch his breath again?
At that point, it won't be of any use even if Master comes, let alone me.
He's still useful! Master instructed us that he absolutely mustn't die.
Sanada Haruhi glanced coldly at He Wen, who was pleading with her, and then, after enjoying his struggle for a while, she let him go.
When He Wen felt the needle-like pain in his body finally disappear, he breathed a deep breath, feeling as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He struggled to his feet and glanced at Sanada Haruhi with lingering fear. Never before had he felt so clearly that this person was no longer the Haruhi he used to know.
She is Sanada Haruhi, Yamamoto's most prized disciple, and a ruthless female demon!
Sanada Haruhi ignored He Wen's gaze and stared straight at Aoi Taro.
Aoi Taro clicked his tongue. "Don't Chinese people always say that even a day as husband and wife brings a hundred days of kindness? Look at the mess you've made, it's so embarrassing..."
He wanted to say something more, but was deterred by Sanada Haruhi's increasingly indifferent gaze.
He shut his mouth, took a doll out of his bag, and respectfully placed it on the stool he had just been sitting on.
To Sanada Haruhi's astonishment, the doll slowly began to move, then made human-like movements, slowly stretching its limbs before sitting cross-legged on the stool.
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