It must have been that dark-faced boy from the Southern Border who pissed him off.
Jiang Feng also felt so regret; during his college years, he spent his days imrsed in verbal confrontations, and when he ranted, it was never pleasant. He realized that his manner was sowhat lower today.
However, he kept silent. The girl, though rough in her thods, was genuinely well-aning, warning him not to enter the city. Normally, he would definitely descend on his flying sword into the city, not because of any rule, but as a matter of etiquette, especially since it was their territory; it was only polite to be courteous.
It must have been because he heard the news about his fiancée that he was flustered!
The developnt of the situation took both of them by surprise, both maintaining the sa posture for over half an hour, and the woman’s pretty little face had also turned red, including Jiang Feng himself getting sowhat flushed during the cursing match.
Drawing several cold breaths to clear his head, but then...
"What the hell are you doing, you scoundrel! Disgusting!"
Her eyebrows raised, her face full of disdain.
He almost forgot that Ying Ling was right in front of him, only a foot away, and taking several deep breaths seed like so kinky pervert’s behavior to her.
Too lazy to explain, Jiang Feng simply said, "How about we make peace then? Pretend nothing happened tonight?"
"You fight and took advantage of , and now you want to reconcile, you really think I’m a pushover..."
"Then let’s just spend the night like this, I’m in no hurry, and I’m shaless anyway. I don’t know what others from the sects will think when they see us, but I already have enough rumors on my head, one more won’t hurt."
A mass of mashed at.
Jiang Feng didn’t care; within the Purple Cloud Palace, he was already branded as a "libertine misusing the na of a Sword Immortal to seduce decent won," the kind of guy who always brings different won out every ti.
He was used to it, but Ying Ling was different; she didn’t have any such bizarre rumors, nor was she lacking a large number of pursuers. Given her character, even if she married later, she would want a partner much stronger than her.
Not many can catch her eye, so she absolutely won’t allow such a thing to happen.
Though still sowhat indignant, she was much clearer than when they first t and had lost their heads. After so contemplation, she reluctantly nodded.
"You first."
She threw down two cold words.
No objection, Jiang Feng also understood that soone had to concede first. Admitting he was in the wrong today wasn’t so bad.
Touching his thumb to his chin, he slowly withdrew his hand; not sure if it was because he held it for too long, a profound red mark had been left on Ying Ling’s snow-white neck, showing he had not held back at all, nor had he dared to be tender.
Otherwise, he’d be dead without knowing how.
The woman, whose veil was lifted, also loosened the Ei Piercer pressing against the man’s chest, blood streaming. During their fiercest verbal fight, she had already stabbed it in, but the wound was small and would heal in a mont.
Seeing Ying Ling was still respecting so rules, the hand clutching her neck slowly loosened; her pale neck was covered in red marks and indentations from fingernails. The dagger also slowly moved away from her waist, and Jiang Feng finally felt relieved... just at that mont, Ying Ling suddenly raised her leg!
"F*ck!"
Bang-
He reeled back dozens of ters, blood spurting from his nose, his body almost instantly covered in lightning.
But realizing that the woman had not used any Spiritual Energy, and that this kick was rely her physical strength, he instantly understood the aning.
The lightning dissipated.
"You really hold a grudge."
He cursed, wiping the blood off his face.
In the end, Jiang suffered a bit, but now he was magnanimous, not intending to retaliate, just keeping a safe distance.
When it really ca down to risking life, he knew he might not be able to outdo this woman.
"Hmph."
Ying Ling snorted coldly, did not reply, and turned to leave, but then the boy behind her spoke.
"Hey, your thing."
He waved the veil in his hand.
Lightweight, thin as a cicada’s wing, just touching it was enough to know it was made from top-quality silk, and the edges were adorned with gold and tiny pearls, indicating its hefty price.
But the woman, without turning, said, "Would you eat food that a dog licked?"
No contest.
With that, the beautiful silhouette completely disappeared into the night, becoming one with the shadow, leaving behind an embarrassed figure still rubbing his poor nose.
Lucky for him, the woman was wearing embroidered shoes.
Otherwise, his nosebridge would have really suffered.
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