"If I said you were actually the one who hit on me... Hey, hey, wait, let me reorganize my words... I didn't carry her behind my back... Or you could say I did, does having her on my shoulder count as carrying her... Hey, wait, stop hitting me!"
Qin Yi scampered away with his head in his hands. "By your logic, wasn't that a display of your charm?"
A mass of tribulation clouds hung above his head. They had originally been about to crash down, but seemed to pause at those words, their power weakening by half.
At that moment, the sword had been only 0.01 centimeters from his throat... And then... it still came down.
With a thunderous boom, Qin Yi was blasted, gray-faced and filthy, into the thick ice.
He passed away peacefully.
Mm, the skill's power had indeed been reduced by more than half. It wouldn't kill him.
Sure enough, Yao Guang was obsessed with Liusu. Liusu's man was carrying Liusu on his back while flirting with her—did that count as a victory for her in some sense?
Only after thinking of that did she become reluctant to kill him.
But it still hurt so much... Was this what a Supreme Clarity-level "Mmm, you're so bad" felt like?
Qin Yi struggled underground for quite a while before groaning as he crawled out.
He had thought Yao Guang had surely been injured and that he ought to be able to fight her... Sure enough, "I can turn this around and kill her" was merely one of life's three great illusions.
The facts proved that even wounded, she had still flattened him in a single move. Though that was also because, after he had slept with her, he simply could not bring himself to fight... Forget it. He would