If I don’t leave now, I fear I’ll never be able to leave in this lifeti.
"Young Master Jiang, let’s spar another ti, I... I’m a bit tired, I’ll be going first."
A dark shadow imdiately sprang from the inn, for he could feel a pair of eyes piercingly staring at him from behind, that intense oppressive feeling made his skin crawl.
Finally, the world quieted down.
Two cups of clear tea, two lanterns, two young people in their twenties, the longing of two years apart.
No matter how thick-skinned one is, in front of their beloved, one always wants to showcase their most perfect and exceptional self. Childhood sweethearts are indeed morable, but a woman who shares hardships with you holds an irreplaceable position.
From the mont Cen Yueyue risked her life to embrace him and used the flying sword to drag him out of danger, he had already made a judgnt in his heart, it was just that soone always liked to lie to themselves.
Fingers gently caressed the rim of the teacup, Cen Yueyue also kept her head down, remaining silent.
The last ti they parted, Jiang Feng lay on the ground like a dead dog, at that mont she had handed over the hairpin her mother left her, thinking she had conveyed her feelings.
But the clever girl was also a prisoner of her own emotions. After returning ho and thinking it through, she realized many things were amiss. With Yu Ying’s cultivation realm, awakening Jiang Feng should be a matter of minutes; so why didn’t Yu Ying wake him before she left?
She knew Yu Ying’s intention wasn’t good, but she would definitely enjoy watching such a joke unfold.
Moreover, although Jiang Feng was severely injured at the ti, his heartbeat and pulse were very stable and calm, she guessed rightfully he was feigning sleep.
And also...
"This guy didn’t seem too happy to see , hmph."
Her lips slightly curved up; usually, he would keep talking about it, but upon actual eting, he didn’t know what to say. It was Jiang Feng who, upon seeing Cen Zhuangzhuang leave, actually smiled.
"Two years have gone by, and he still listens to you just like before, his strength has improved quite a bit."
"What’s the use of just improving the realm? He’s still so clueless and cumberso, if he travels alone, I fear he might end up being sold and even help count the money for his buyer."
"You are too harsh; I think he is feigning ignorance."
An emotional intelligence online.
Just now, he had a confrontation with Ying Ling; in front of Cen Yueyue, it was a different deanor, so it’s said that Jiang Feng, if in a good mood, seems to still carry the air of a gentleman.
"He only appears clumsy in front of you because with you around, he doesn’t need to think too much about things."
"To , he is remarkable; If I am not wrong, he’s a year younger than , already at the Middle Grade Core Formation, and from those traces outside the city alone, he could tell it was , he definitely rembered my techniques and wasn’t guessing."
"Speaking of which, has the internal martial competition in Southern Border concluded?"
Seeing the girl’s sullen expression, the man smiled helplessly. He wouldn’t claim to understand a young girl’s heart, but he knew sowhat that this girl must have accumulated much grievance over the past two years.
He stood up proactively and without avoidance, sat down next to Cen Yueyue, this indeed made her sneak a glance at the man next to her. Sotis, it’s clear what the other person is thinking without having to break through that window paper.
Her nose twitched slightly, and then...
"Young Master Jiang, you’ve recently been in contact with quite a few won, this scent, ha, ’a stroll in a courtyard full of flowers’."
"Damn ."
He almost didn’t manage to stabilize himself from falling off the bench, all the gentlemanly deanor just now was just a facade.
Her lips puckered slightly; people from Southern Border might not stand out in terms of physical constitution, but each domain has its own advantage, not to ntion, just this sense of sll is already a freakishly demon-like level.
No way around it, they either play with gu, play with insects, or are adept with all five poisons, it’s impossible not to have a sharp nose. At first, she noticed it, but just now she subtly sniffed and discovered he carried at least five or six different won’s scents on him!
And all of those scents were intimate ones, so as mild as orchids, so as aloof as proud plum blossoms, all sorts, even a strong scent of dicine, this boy...
"You go to Purple Cloud Palace just to cultivate with won every day, huh?"
"Not, listen to my explanation please!"
A direct surrender.
Although he didn’t feel guilty, he was a bit like a person caught cheating in a long-distance relationship, uncontrollably starting to panic and sweat. Cen Yueyue, on the other hand, seed to adopt a queenly deanor at this mont, with her arms crossed and then chin lifted towards the man.
Hmm, judging by this move, this girl has grown up quite a bit.
Size, that is.
"The scent you sll is probably from that crazy woman of the Joyful Sect. Right at the city gate, I was attacked by her two flying knives, then we ended up fighting."
Judging by Jiang Feng’s still sowhat swollen nose, this statent seed quite credible, but Cen Yueyue just picked up her teacup, curiously asking, "Why would she attack you out of the blue?"
"Who knows, the first ti I saw her, she didn’t seem to be in a good mood, and neither was I. We just started fighting without much talk. Look, my nose was hit."
Suppressing a smile.
Hearing about the bad mood, she probably figured it out; it’s likely because of her previous eting with Cen Zhuangzhuang, provoked by her not-so-articulate cousin.
It so happened that Jiang Feng was riding on his flying sword, and just bumped into the frustration of others, becoming soone else’s outlet for anger, although Ying Ling didn’t expect her randomly picked outlet... to explode.
And that the outburst would be much larger than hers.
"Well, that’s one, what about the others?"
"Uh!" Soone just scratching his head, looking evasive, but still bravely said, "You know, my senior sister loves to tornt every day, so naturally, she was involved."
"No wonder you have a scent of cold sharpness on you, it’s Liu Jianxian. That’s two."
"Swordmaster Peak has reopened and recruited a few disciples. I was paralyzed and bedridden for a while, relying entirely on my junior sister and her daily care serving tea and water."
Arching her brows subtly.
Rapid progress in strength always cos with great risks, but she didn’t expect that even after Jiang Feng entered a prestigious place like the Purple Cloud Palace, he would still nearly lose his life.
Her face full of unhappiness, Jiang Feng thought Cen Yueyue was dissatisfied with his junior sister, and quickly said, "The junior sister is very obedient, she doesn’t cause trouble or act out, and she has had her own family tragedy too..."
"Three, and what else?"
Slowly reining in her emotions.
She actually regretted a bit that she didn’t take Jiang Feng to the Southern Border when he was still young and vulnerable, at least under her protection, Jiang Feng wouldn’t face any life-threatening risks.
"Uh, as you know, I have two old acquaintances in Qingshui County, both can be considered as my half-sisters from different fathers. One of them was on a mission with recently, and nearly died saving . The other has been taking care of us for a long ti."
"Five, and more, you have a demon aura on you, which is at least from a Demon Emperor level expert. Who exactly have you offended?"
Seeing through the truth.
This was her real question.
Although Cen Yueyue was young, she was not as easily deceived like those love-stricken girls; anyone’s young master has several maidens serving him, including herself who had five or six maidens specifically for her service, and all of them were cultivators.
So it’s not important for her how many people serve Jiang Feng. What matters is why he was beaten half to death and nearly lost his life; and why is there a terrifying demon aura emanating from him?
Did soone mark Jiang Feng?
Her expression stiffened.
He surely couldn’t admit to Cen Yueyue that he had learned the cultivation techniques of the Demon Race; such things shouldn’t be ntioned carelessly, but he could sense Cen Yueyue’s concern for him and sowhat embarrassedly flashed a smile.
Eight bright white teeth visible, starkly conspicuous in the night.
"The sister who took the knife for is a descendant of the Demon Race, and actually one of the heirs from one of their families. Other Demon Clan Domain Masters ca looking for her after finding out."
"You... you really are a troublemaker."
Stunned.
Jiang Feng’s life, indeed, is legendary.
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