"What I said when you were unconscious before, let me clarify now that they were not unintentional words. I have tolerated you for a long time these days, and your performance makes me not satisfied."
Seeing him stand up and look down at her, Yan Lingji had a strange look on her face.
"Do you know what you are talking about?" she said calmly.
Snapped!
A crisp sound echoed in the room.
"If you don't obey, I will whip you. This is true." Zheng Ze said calmly.
In an instant, the expression on Yan Lingji's pretty face changed from indifferent to astonishment, and then to shame and annoyance.
He actually...
His beautiful eyes widened unconsciously, a flame slowly rose in his pupils, and he looked at Zheng Ze with burning eyes.
"Have you endured it for a long time? It seems that your desire is as hot as a flame in your heart, but I don't know if you are ready to bear the price of being burned by desire?"
The hairpins on her fingertips circled, showing an array of blazing flames. Zheng Ze, who was right in front of her, could feel the scorching temperature emitted by the flames.
She seemed really angry.
Zheng Ze didn't say anything about this, this was the effect he wanted.
Looking at her angry look, her hair was fluttering gently under the leap of flames, and the flames in her pupils made her look more like a queen who controlled the flames.
It is said that a person is most beautiful when she is serious. It is also very amazing to see her put down her previous charm and prepare to hit someone seriously!
The firelight illuminated the shadows of the two people at both ends. The next moment, the flames trembled slightly, and then the shadows behind the two people became longer and longer, and the shadows covered more and more dark areas.
In the end, darkness sealed the room, and the flame that originally rose in Yan Lingji's hand flickered on and off in the darkness. Eventually, the last trace of light was swallowed up, and her flame was extinguished by the darkness.
At some point, a figure as black as ink stood beside the two of them, near the window sill.
Yan Lingji turned her head and looked over, and saw that the figure seemed to be the incarnation of darkness. She could only see the faint green fire dancing weakly in the corners of his eyes, as if he was watching her, and below was a face covered by a mask.
, in addition, no features can be clearly seen.
An ordinary woman would probably be frightened by this scene and throw herself into Zheng Ze's arms.
But she was not ordinary. She took back her burning hand and turned her head to look at Zheng Ze. She knew very well that all this happened because of him.
"Is this what gives you the confidence to provoke me?" She slightly opened her red lips and said softly.
You couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry in his tone, but he didn't take any further action.
Zheng Ze looked at the eternal night with only a shadow, and its spirit seemed to be just a shadow.
Thinking of the information he had received before, Zheng Ze was thoughtful.
Seeing him tilt his head to stare at the phantom, Yan Lingji's eyes flashed, as if she understood something.
"It seems you don't know him well. Are you using me to test him?" A pair of beautiful eyes stared at Zheng Ze.
From this sentence, Zheng Ze could hear resentment that he didn't have before.
He turned around, looked at her increasingly unfriendly eyes, and explained: "How can you call it taking advantage of scholars? I'm just taking you to see my new friend."
"Swords are all weapons, and famous swords have their own unique spirituality. They will choose a powerful master, so that they can kill more lives and provide them with blood. And the weapon spirit is the most powerful among its masters in the past.
And the most suitable undead soul."
Hearing this, Zheng Ze's expression changed slightly, "You do know a lot."
Holding the hairpin in her hand, Yan Lingji showed no expression at all at this moment. She said lightly: "For you, having it may not be a good thing."
Thinking about her words, Zheng Ze's lips curled up slightly, "Are you caring about me?"
Ignoring his reaction, Yan Lingji shook her head, "You are too weak, be careful. Fate gives you a powerful gift, but it will also take a high price."
Looking at the hairpin in her hand, she seemed to recall something.
Listening to her evaluation of himself, a faint smile flashed across Zheng Ze's face, "I still remember your disdainful look when we first met, but why do you have the ridiculous illusion that I will always be weak?"
Looking at Zheng Ze who suddenly changed his attitude, she seemed to understand something, "It seems that the exorcist is right, you men really don't have any good things."
Before Zheng Ze could refute his conclusion, she suddenly struck at the opponent with lightning speed, pointing the wooden hairpin directly at Zheng Ze's neck.
"Then let me see if this is an illusion."
Zheng Ze's perception was already very sensitive, and he reacted the moment she made a move.
A flow of air emerged from the body and flowed along the meridians to the limbs. He moved his steps lightly and staggered slightly to avoid the blow that she had obviously left behind.
Two figures passed by each other. Yan Lingji held a hairpin in her hand and turned around to sweep towards Zheng Ze without hesitation.
Seeing this, Zheng Ze stopped his body movement, jumped in the air, flipped along the arm she swept over, and landed on the ground. At some point, there was a wooden hairpin in his hand.
He didn't hold back, picked up the hairpin and stabbed Yan Lingji in the chest.
In response to this, Yan Lingji calmly fell down and put her hands on the ground. As if her body was not bound by gravity, she moved sideways behind Zheng Ze.
"Zongheng swordsmanship?" There was some surprise in her soft and charming voice. Zheng Ze's technique reminded her of the sword of the descendant of Guigu tonight.
When Yan Lingji appeared behind him and was about to continue his attack, a cold sword light was placed in front of the snow-white delicate neck without any warning, making her original figure fixed.
Upon seeing this, she slowly lowered her raised hand and watched Zheng Ze slowly turn around. She looked at him deeply with no expression on her face.
"When did you develop your aura?"
Yes, she actually felt the presence of Qi in Zheng Ze's body, although it was very weak, and he actually knew Gui Gu's swordsmanship?
Zheng Ze smiled slightly, and the hairpin on the back of Yan Lingji's head hovered between his fingers, "Are you surprised?"
In this dangerous world, how could he give up the pursuit of his own strength? This would make him very insecure!
Yan Lingji thought for a moment, raised her eyes, and said softly: "It's the mental method collected by Qijuetang."
In this regard, Zheng Ze did not hide it, nodded slightly, and waved his hand. The eternal night was blown away by the wind like ashes, and the surrounding light restored here, as if everything just now was an illusion.
Regarding this answer, Yan Lingji's eyes flashed with a hint of complexity. To know the method of cultivation, the most difficult thing is to start from scratch at the beginning and to reach the end of the hundred feet.
I've only known him for a few days, and I've gone from having no skills to this level.
Even though the eternal night had receded, she did not continue to take action. Zheng Ze had already given her an unexpected answer.
"Why don't you ask me?" she said, obviously she knew how to do it.
Seeing the shock that could not be concealed on her delicate face, Zheng Ze stretched out his hand and smoothed down the strand of hair on the right side from her forehead to tidy up her somewhat messy appearance.
"If I ask for it from you, will there be any surprise like now?"
Surprised? There was definitely some surprise at what he revealed.
"Are you willing to only practice this superficial mental technique?" Yan Lingji looked at him and said.
What good methods can this kind of underground gang have?
After these days of getting along with each other, she knew very well that the other party was not someone who was willing to give in like this.
Shaking his head, Zheng Ze said softly: "These are not important, whether it is rubbish mental skills or Baiyue witchcraft, they are just transitional. You said that gifts given by fate have to pay a high price, then find Tianze
, what price are you prepared to pay?"
As he spoke, Zheng Ze put one hand on her head and inserted the hairpin he had just taken out into her hair with the other hand.
Hearing this, Yan Lingji smiled softly, put her delicate cheek in front of Zheng Ze, and said softly: "Then what price do you want me to pay?"
Regarding the fatal charm she exuded all the time, Zheng Ze put his hand on her forehead, pushed her head away a little, and said softly: "Since you haven't thought about it well, then leave it to fate."
Wasn't it because the hints I gave when I was circumventing the firewall were not obvious enough? I will explain some things slowly, why I hid them, why I confessed now, and the specific rules for using the golden finger...
