No sooner had the disciple finished speaking than Qi Wenyao couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead.
I'm tired.
Destroy it.
In contrast, when the other party asked to touch his pectoral muscles, Lu Jingshen looked thoughtful.
"What are you thinking? Are you really going to let him touch you?!"
Upon seeing this, Qi Wenyao raised his hand and ruffled his hair.
Is this world really normal?
Or is it that he's the only one who's abnormal?
Why did he come to the Burning Heaven Palace? Why did he enter the dark room?
Who is he? Why did he appear in this world? What is the meaning of his existence?
Countless questions flooded Qi Wenyao's mind.
Until Lu Jingshen, who was beside him, turned around with a frown and their eyes met.
Why should I let him touch me?
Lu Jingshen's question brought Qi Wenyao back to his senses from the origin of the universe.
The latter took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "If you're not going to let him touch you, then don't look like you're deep in thought!"
It's really easy for people to misunderstand, isn't it?!
Lu Jingshen's lips curled down, his eyes rolled slightly upwards, and he made a speechless face. "I was just thinking that I should break his hand first later."
"Besides, my junior sister said that chastity is the best dowry a man can give, so how can I let anyone touch me like that?"
Upon hearing Sheng Ning's statement from Lu Jingshen, Qi Wenyao's lips twitched, and he asked, "What else did your junior sister say?"
"What else did she say? She also said that eight-pack abs, biceps, being handsome and rich are the best dowry for a man, and it would be best if he could also take care of the housework in the future."
"However, there's one thing I don't quite understand: what does 'household chores' mean? Fellow Daoist Qi, do you know?"
Qi Wenyao's face no longer showed any shock.
His facial expression was blank, and he shook his head after hearing Lu Jingshen's question.
The entire conversation between the two was overheard by two disciples of the Burning Heaven Palace.
Upon hearing Lu Jingshen utter the term "Junior Sister," the two immediately became wary. "Who exactly are you?"
Lu Jingshen turned around, pointing the Peashooter cannon in his hand directly at the other party's face, "Didn't I just say? Hand over the treasures you have on you."
Honest people are not suited to robbery.
Lu Jingshen was clearly not as skilled at robbery as Sheng Ning.
The two disciples of Burning Heaven Palace belatedly realized that the two men were not joking.
They were really going to rob us!
However, Lu Jingshen, being merely a Golden Core cultivator, was no match for them at all.
Qi Wenyao, a cultivator at the fifth level of the Integration Realm, was a bit of a challenge for them.
The two disciples drew their long swords from their waists, their faces showing wariness.
Seeing them draw their swords, Qi Wenyao immediately drew his own natal sword as well.
But before he could make a move, his hand, which was about to draw his sword, was pressed down.
"Fellow Daoist Qi, let me do it."
Lu Jingshen frowned, a hint of tension barely perceptible in his eyes. "I can't hold my junior sister back."
"I want to catch up with my junior sister as soon as possible."
What kind of pace? Qi Wenyao was stunned.
Is this a shameless gait?
Before he could react, Lu Jingshen had already charged towards the Burning Heaven Palace disciples with the Peashooter in his arms.
Both of the Burning Heaven Palace disciples were early-stage Nascent Soul sword cultivators. Dealing with Lu Jingshen, a Golden Core cultivator, would be a piece of cake for them.
The disciple who wanted to touch his chest pulled another disciple behind him, a greedy glint in his eyes.
"Senior brother, let me handle this. I'll knock him down, and then we'll both grope him."
Even though the other party didn't make a move, Lu Jingshen could still sense from his words that his chastity had been violated.
A hint of ferocity crept into his kind eyes.
The moment his palm touched the Pea Shooter, he heard the woman in front of him give a charming smile.
"Good brother, stop struggling. Why don't you just let your fellow disciples touch you?"
"What are you holding in your hand? Is it a child's toy? It looks really... funny."
The fact that my junior sister used all sorts of rare and precious materials to refine a top-grade spiritual weapon was actually considered laughable.
Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Jingshen's eyes darkened.
In the blink of an eye, the Peashooter in his hand fired three laser beams.
The laser was moving too fast; the two disciples hadn't even seen how the light was emitted.
The disciple, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder, heard a 'clang' and looked down to see that the longsword he had been holding had fallen from his hand.
"ah--"
Blood instantly soaked his entire arm, even staining half of his white robes red.
Upon seeing his junior brother injured, the disciple standing behind became enraged and raised his long sword to attack Lu Jingshen.
As soon as the pressure of the Integration Stage was released, the disciple felt another, even more intense pressure pressing down on him.
He slowed his pace and stared at Qi Wenyao with wide eyes. The latter gestured with his chin, "Look ahead."
As soon as Qi Wenyao finished speaking, a sharp pain struck, and the disciple's longsword fell to the ground.
Laser cannons can only hurt people, but the pressure from a fully formed cultivator is no joke.
Lu Jingshen's forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat.
His throat bobbed, and he once again aimed the Peashooter's cannon at the other shoulder of his two disciples.
Both shoulders were pierced by bullets and will require some time to recover.
Feeling the pressure on him lessen, he put away the Peashooter, held the Immobilization Charm, and stepped forward.
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