What Else Do You Want to Do?

"Beg for mercy, Ms. Serie. If you utter some cute words of pleading, I'll let you go."

Li Yan's devilish words echoed in Serie's ears. Despite being bombarded with ten goose feathers, Serie bravely continued to look at Li Yan with eyes that looked at trash.

"Don't even think about it. Since you enjoy watching me make a fool of myself, how could I possibly let you have your way?"

Serie's tone was exceptionally firm, which completely ignited Li Yan's competitive spirit. The goose feather was ruthlessly discarded by Li Yan, and with a hint of mischievousness in his expression, he activated the Image Recording Magic.

"Are you sure you don't want to admit defeat? What's coming next will be completely filmed; the Image Recording Magic can preserve videos for thousands of years."

Li Yan, dressed in a mysterious black outfit, spoke with a cold laugh, while Serie stared indifferently in Li Yan's direction.

"The past cannot be brought back to the future; time destroys everything. Don't use that to threaten me."

Serie clearly understood the inviolable law between the future and the past: things from the past cannot be brought into the future. Although they can be preserved, time is an insurmountable boundary, and time will prevent this Image Recording Magic from being preserved.

"Then let's give it a try!"

Li Yan's Heart of Music stirred, and she took out a small gadget she had bought on the roadside from her magical Storage Alternate Space. This was to test whether she could bring back a singing gadget she had bought in the future.

As the pleasant music began, Li Yan grabbed Serie's snow-white thigh and started playing the guitar, "Win win win~"

"Win~"

"The vast horizon is my love..."

After the song ended, Li Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead. At this moment, Serie's face was filled with rage. If it weren't for the several Anti-Magic Stones and multiple layers of magic restraining her, she would have been unable to suppress her desire to kill Li Yan.

Let's replay it and take a look.

A phantom magical image suddenly appeared in mid-air, with a mysterious black figure holding a "guitar" and singing wildly. The song was melodious, while Serie looked furious. The Image Recording Magic was exceptionally clear, with both the song and Serie's face being in top-definition. Li Yan was very satisfied, feeling that his years of research had been worthwhile.

After all, when making movies back then, magic was a major issue. The picture quality had to be good, and all aspects of sound had to be good as well. As a director, he wished he had more brains and arms to handle these things.

"What other nonsense are you going to spout?"

Serie listened to the guitar performance with a blank expression. At this moment, she knew that every expression was being recorded by the image- Image Recording Magic. The angrier she was, the happier Li Yan, who was watching the video, would be.

"I'd like to send this to your beloved apprentice Flamme."

Li Yan chuckled and gently pinched Serie's porcelain-white face, which was chubby and exceptionally soft to the touch.

You dare!

Serie's anger surged again. She hadn't been angry in a very long time. Before meeting this mysterious person, she had always maintained a quiet, carefree life at home.

"Hehehe, what wouldn't I dare to do, Ms. Serie?"

After finishing his guitar piece, Li Yan began to pursue his ultimate goal. Thinking about how his future self would be brutally beaten by Serie, Li Yan decided to take revenge here.

"What... what are you doing!"

Serie, who had been looking angry, suddenly panicked when she saw Li Yan's actions. Li Yan didn't say anything, but just raised his Iron Sand Palm with a grin.

"If you feel pain, just beg for mercy!"

As the Iron Sand Palm descended, Li Yan muttered to himself, "This strike is revenge for the bruises that tore my backside open."

"Arhat Heaven-Turning Seal! This palm strike is to avenge the 44th time I've been beaten."

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms!"

Li Yan eighteen consecutive palm strikes, his face showing a hint of relief. For a thousand years, this strike was to avenge the resentment that had lingered for millennia. What he had dreamed of countless times had now been truly accomplished.

"Waaah..."

A soft sob escaped Li Yan's lips. She was stunned. Her grandmaster, Serie, who had been looking down on her with disdain, was now shedding small pearls. Her once stern and old-fashioned appearance had turned into one of pitiful vulnerability.

Li Yan was somewhat flustered. He had clearly said beforehand that he should beg for mercy if it hurt. In the end, he only thought that one hit would be enough. How could he dare to continue hitting his Grandmaster if he begged for mercy?

"Um... Ms. Serie, if you're crying, then let's just leave it at that!"

Li Yan swallowed hard, took out a tissue from his pocket, and wiped away the tears from the corners of Serie's eyes. He only wanted to tease his Grandmaster, but for some reason, he felt that the joke had gone too far.

"Is this the end of our business?"

Serie, her eyes already red from crying, glared angrily at Li Yan, a snot trickling down her nose. Li Yan promptly took out a tissue to wipe it away.

"Yes, it's over. After all, it's your future self first..."

Li Yan stopped herself from speaking, realizing that if she did, her Grandmaster might guess it beforehand, so she couldn't say it.

"You humiliated me with a goose feather the moment you arrived, then toyed with me by playing songs on the guitar, and finally physically abused me. Now you tell me it's all over?"

Serie grew angrier as she spoke, while Li Yan felt increasingly guilty, realizing she had gone a little too far.

"Don't be angry, I'll apologize to you, that'll be enough."

Li Yan patted Serie's head, her tone softening slightly. The future trajectory is currently stable, and it seems that nothing has changed.

"Apologize? Hahaha, what good is an apology?"

Serie glared at Li Yan, the tears welling in her eyes making Li Yan feel even more guilty. But the thought of being beaten up by Serie hundreds of times in the future eased his guilt.

This was the first time Li Yan had ever seen Celie cry. He never expected that his master Celie would cry in exactly the same way as Frillien. It turned out that his master's usual indifference and composure were just a disguise to protect himself.

"Then there's nothing I can do."

Li Yan spread his hands, looking helpless. In his mind, he had already avenged his childhood grudge. Now, he just wanted to sneak away to a place where his Grandmaster couldn't see him, and preferably return to the future as soon as possible. No, that's not right, there were still some old friends he hadn't seen.

"Let me go, I forgive you."

Serie lowered her head and whispered. It was a fact that she had been defeated. Although she was unwilling to admit it, she truly hadn't expected her opponent to resort to such a treacherous scheme.

"No!"

Knowing full well that Serie never kept her word, Li Yan squinted and shook his head. He knew that letting Serie go would result in her beating Serie when she went berserk.

"Then what else do you want to do? Bring it on."

Serie looked up indifferently, her eyes regaining their usual calm.

[PS: I can't take it anymore, my kidneys are failing me. I need a free little gift, I need to take a break, I need to replenish my energy. Oh, and please follow my new book! It's my first original work as a newbie author, so please, I'm so shy.]