What does this have to do with ?
Purely a disaster out of nowhere...
After venting his anger on Little Bear, Yan Beihan snorted and walked forward.
But involuntarily turned back to look at the vast lake surface again, a blush flashed across his face... Sohow, he seed faintly, to be looking forward... wanting to do it again...
"What am I thinking!!"
Yan Beihan sternly stopped himself from thinking further.
Then he went to find Fang Che.
By now, both she and Fang Che had no idea that since they set foot on this land, they were already within the territory of those powerful White Tigers.
...
Fang Che felt that Yan Beihan seed to have changed.
Beca... fiercer, colder, scarier.
That look seed to wish to tear him apart, yet carried so other strange feelings hidden beneath.
But that was just the feeling...
Expression cold and aloof, deanor icy, looking down from a high, ordering arrogantly.
Actually restoring the deanor of the True Sect’s Eldest Lady.
Full of posture, yet sowhat formidable-looking but weak-minded.
Fiercely intimidating, yet sowhat cute.
Fang Che was bewildered.
What kind of posture is this, madam?
Moreover, the way she refers to him changed too. Beca very blunt, very impolite.
"Hey! Fang!"
Yan Beihan, with a stern face, furrowing his brow, tried hard to fill his gaze with killing aura, and said in a rebuking manner: "You’ve been chopping wood for so long, how co you still haven’t cooked? And, as a man, you have helping you chop wood, aren’t you a little lacking in grace?"
Fang Che scratched his head.
With both hands spread wide, he innocently said: "Eldest Lady Yan, please understand, firstly, I am from the Guardian, you are from the Wei Wo Zheng Sect, we are adversaries. Only temporarily cooperating in this Yin Yang Realm."
"Secondly, I am neither your servant nor your subordinate, I don’t need to take orders from you."
"Thirdly, in here, we both want to survive and maintain so quality of life, and that has nothing to do with being a man or a woman, everyone is responsible for their own share, it’s not about serving anyone, nor about grace."
Yan Beihan squinted his eyes lightly: "Fourth?"
"No fourth."
Fang Che said: "So..."
"So let’s spar!"
Yan Beihan, filled with killing aura, drew his sword with a swish.
Without another word, rushed over.
"Wait! I’ll go cook..."
Fang Che imdiately shouted.
But it was too late.
Before today, if Fang Che backed down, Yan Beihan would stop, the purpose of intimidation being achieved would be enough. But today, Fang Che’s submission had no effect at all.
Yan Beihan gave him a thorough beating.
Beat him to breathlessness once more, lying on the ground unable to move even a little finger.
And this ti the beating was particularly ruthless.
Afterwards, Yan Beihan seed to feel pleasant, actually started taking out resources herself, began to cook.
Fang Che lay on the ground, only feeling doubtful about life: "????"
This is truly baffling.
After a long ti.
Yan Beihan finished cooking, ate by herself, even fed Little Bear, then coldly said: "You are right, in here, everyone must rely on themselves!"
Finished speaking, astonishingly stood up herself to work, went to set up her temporary tent as a little ho.
Fang Che was dumbfounded: saying I’m right yet you gave a beating?
Held up his body, walked over to check it out, actually saw an leftover portion of al, seemingly left for him?
So considerate?
Fang Che began to eat directly.
While eating, he suspected, did the Witch beco brain dead? Beat him so severely yet still left him a al.
Is this a case of giving a stick and then a sweet date?
"The dishes taste good."
Fang Che ate the al she made, feeling that as a man, he should be magnanimous, owing to the current environnt, they must unite and warm each other.
So decided to forgive her this once, proactively chatted.
"Hey, an esteed Guardian, daring to eat a al made by a Witch, are you not afraid of being poisoned."
Yan Beihan said lightly.
"We are in cooperation." Fang Che’s expression was serious and solemn.
"Heh..." Yan Beihan sneered: "A Witch of the Wei Wo Zheng Sect can actually cooperate with the esteed Guardian? Truly an honor."
When did this girl awaken this sarcastic ability?
Fang Che searched around, forcefully exchanged a couple more sentences, yet was certainly confronted with relentless ridicule.
Hence, decisively retreated.
Retreated to his male zone, started contemplating.
This girl must have sothing wrong.
However, thinking over, couldn’t pinpoint where’s wrong. Could it be because of splashing her butt with the wave?
Shouldn’t be so petty, right? Last ti too, but nothing happened.
Fang Che frowned in thought, feeling sowhat urgent, thus found behind a big tree, unbuttoned his pants and took out...
"Can’t you build a toilet?"
A cold disdainful voice spoke: "Are all Guardians so vulgar?"
Fang Che remained unfazed, calmly released a stream of clear water, without feeling a bit of embarrassnt: "Eldest Lady Yan, at most we will stay here stably for five days then will have to fight and flee again... Do you think a toilet is that necessary?"
He casually shook, put back his treasure, waved his hand, spiritual energy water stream washed his hands, said: "Besides... In those few instances before, I didn’t seem to notice Eldest Lady Yan designing any toilet, wasn’t it just a flower bush blocking..."
With a clang, the sound of a sword drawn from the sheath.
Yan Beihan’s voice filled with fury and extre embarrassnt: "Scoundrel... you... you actually peeked!"
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