Seeing Zhao Ji, covered in dust and full of fighting spirit, and listening to her slightly concerned words.
Qiu Tu: .....
He recalled the past few days he spent with Yao Qin.
Almost suffocated by facial cleanser once, then had a wet body temptation with Yao Qin. Experienced Yao Qin's eloquence, and was cuddled in her arms for several days.
Hmm, how should I put it? Qiu Tu felt that he wasn't really that aggrieved.
At most, just a few days ago, his brother was scolded by Yao Qin until he foad at the mouth, losing a lot of nutrients?
If you put it that way....
Thinking of this, Qiu Tu pouted and then suddenly lunged into Zhao Ji's arms, "wah" and "cried" out loud.
"Sister Zhaoji, you're finally here! You have no idea what I've been through these days!"
Hmm, while lunging into Zhao Ji's arms, Qiu Tu did not forget to lift the disguise of the "Punishnt Divine Domain".
He was originally very handso, and the Third Order, Sixth Rank, and Heavenly God further optimized his body continuously.
This was the optimization of the World Law, making every aspect of his body change towards its most perfect state. This also made his appearance more deceptive.
A handso man has a huge advantage in terms of relationships.
Just like now:
Seeing "Tang Lang" with his shifty eyes and timidly pouncing towards herself, even though Zhao Ji knew the person in front of her was Qiu Tu, she still twitched at the corners of her mouth, unable to resist the urge to draw her sword and slay the demon.
But when "Tang Lang" transford back into the familiar, handso appearance of Qiu Tu mid-air, she still felt a bit resistant, but was already sowhat hesitant.....
And in this mont of hesitation, Qiu Tu seized the opportunity to hug her tightly.
Zhao Ji's body stiffened, her hand lifted the sword, and then..... slowly lowered it.
She glanced at Qiu Tu, who was clinging to her and "crying" pitifully, she opened her mouth several tis, eventually sighed gently in her heart, then let Qiu Tu hold her.
Qiu Tu was almost entirely aware of Zhao Ji's ntal activity.
Internally, he couldn't help but snicker, indeed, the child who cries gets the milk.
Thinking so, he hugged Zhao Ji tighter and even rubbed his face against Zhao Ji's neck.
Zhao Ji: ....
Just like that, after letting Qiu Tu hold her for a while, Zhao Ji reached out and lightly tapped Qiu Tu's waist. He imdiately felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, as though he had lost all strength.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Zhao Ji gently slipped away from Qiu Tu's embrace.
She adjusted her clothes, which had been crumpled by Qiu Tu, with a cold face, and then looked at Qiu Tu, saying coldly, "Stop pretending."
"I'm not unaware of your abilities."
"To achieve your goal, you might indeed suffer so grievances. But to say you've suffered major losses, it's not to that extent."
"Moreover, during those tis, you must have already calculated your enemies into a corner."
Saying this, Zhao Ji's right hand slightly trembled, twirled the sword in a flourish, the long sword gently passed under Qiu Tu's crotch, seemingly unintentionally, yet like a warning.
Qiu Tu felt a chill down there, quickly closed his legs, and used both hands to shield himself.
Amused, a hint of a smile flashed in Zhao Ji's eyes, then she held her long sword upside-down, her gaze swept over the damaged "World Channel", a sense of realization stirring within her.
In a mont, she roughly pieced the entire situation together.
She looked at Qiu Tu, then asked, "Did you trick Yao Qin away? Then blow up the 'World Channel'?"
With Zhao Ji talking about serious matters, Qiu Tu also got back into proper form. He looked at Zhao Ji, speaking with no hint of embarrassnt, "Yes."
"I don't like putting my fate in other people's hands. So, with a little trickery, I coaxed her away, then blew up the 'World Channel'."
"This way, even if your promotion was delayed, it's sure to be in ti."
Saying this, Qiu Tu looked at Zhao Ji, and then tily complinted, "But who would've thought Sister Zhaoji, you could advance so quickly."
"Indeed.... geniuses and ordinary people are on different tilines. What we spend months learning and practicing might be equivalent to just a few minutes for you."
Hearing Qiu Tu's flattering words, Zhao Ji couldn't help but glance at him sideways, coldly comnting, "Smooth talker."
However, after the comnt, her lips slightly curled into a smile, as if indicating she was in a good mood.
Zhao Ji's expression has always been very subtle, so her smile was fleeting, just like she was afraid of being seen by others.
After putting away her smile, she raised the hand holding the long sword, then began to inquire, "So.... are we not going to fight this battle?"
Upon hearing Zhao Ji's words, Qiu Tu didn't answer imdiately.
He gestured with his hand, then said, "Let think first."
Then he lowered his head, hand on his chin, his brain moving quickly.
While Qiu Tu was deep in thought, Zhao Ji's beautiful eyes quietly rested on him.
The saying goes, "A focused man is the most handso." It's because when a man is concentrated on doing sothing, it's often what they excel at. At these monts, their confidence and focus in that endeavor make their sexual tension reach its peak.
At this mont, Qiu Tu was exactly like that. With him being absorbed in plotting and strategizing, his whole being seed to be glowing.
Even soone like Zhao Ji, with her icy deanor, couldn't help but be montarily entranced by this sight.
After a mont, she ca back to her senses, discreetly shifted her gaze away, pretending as if nothing had ever happened.
Imrsed in thought, Qiu Tu didn't notice Zhao Ji's unusual behavior. His brain rapidly processed through the various possibilities of "fighting" or "not fighting".
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